[Voice and Text]

[whatwas]

[Horst is standing in a room with no defining features, you're WELCOME, Johannes.]

Come one, come all!

I never thought I'd want to say that again. I'll need to come up with a better catchphrase before I open the yet-to-be-named Night Club Extraordinaire.

Anywho, I'm off. Keep your chins up, the week's almost over.

[TEXT]

Usagi, I believe I've figured this out. Here is the real picture, as promised:




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[OFFLINE:]

Horst has left breakfast/dinner for Johannes on one of the work benches. There are no guarantees as to how it will taste.

Comments

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I don't know I could've handled that, to be honest. My father fought in the war, but after that we all became lazy scholars.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Wars are trying times for everyone.

And I don't think you're lazy, Horst.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You sound very used to them.

Ah that's only because you haven't tried to get me to help you move anything heavy. (Thank you.)

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I've had more than my fair share of it.

And I'll keep that in mind! Heavy things default to someone-who-is-not-Horst.