[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

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Oh, you must learn! Language of the soul, and all that. I'll teach you.

[monochrome-law.livejournal.com]

I don't need interpretive movements to read a soul...?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Of course not, your talents are far beyond such simple measures. But perhaps your soul might like to express itself.

...All right, that myth really is just a myth, I've never seen anyone's soul when they dance. But it is fun, and after all, if you are going to visit my club you should enjoy yourself at least a bit.

[monochrome-law.livejournal.com]

If it was that easy, there'd be less misunderstanding in the world.

...Still, I suppose I can try it.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Excellent! I'll teach you to waltz, Fraulein. I think you'll enjoy it.

[monochrome-law.livejournal.com]

We'll see. You'll let me know when it's available?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Of course. I'll send you an invitation myself.