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[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.

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




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

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

[Johannes smelled the food, of course, but he ignored it in favor of sitting down to clean his gun, which he has been neglecting slightly ever since coming here.

And he didn't see your post, obviously, but he did hear it. And he is not impressed.]

A night club, Horst? This is what you're doing with your time?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Yes. Those things that people use to find fun, or distraction, or God forbid, companionship.

[Horst is actually trying to shave with an old razor. He's going out with a girl and he's not going to mesmerize her probably so he may as well look like he isn't dead.]

Hm...you know what's funny? I can nick myself and I won't bleed. Must be that pesky lack of a heart beat.

Anyway, that food's not here for me. Whatever happy little house elf left it here was clearly doing it for you.

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

[A derisive snort as Johannes slides the barrel out in one fluid motion, not looking up from his work because, um, WHY BOTHER REALLY?] Fun.

[And it's more than a bit clear his opinion on that topic, obviously.]

Then the happy little house elf was wasting it's time.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Oh, it knows. It's not the first time it's gone out of its way to do something for you. It just seems to dislike the thought of you wasting away--probably because then your much more attractive brother would have to work to get a meal. We all know I won't do that.

[Yeah he's joking, but he is annoyed that his efforts were wasted on Johannes, even if it's no surprise. Oh well, he's about to go have fun elsewhere. He pats Johannes' head just to irritate him.]

Try not to shoot yourself in your blind little face while I'm gone. It's only funny if I'm here to see it.

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

[GDIT Horst, STOP TOUCHING ME.]

If I was that inept I would have been killed long ago.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Mm-hmm. Laß es nicht darauf ankommen.

Anyway, I'll be out late, so don't set any traps or I'll bite you in your sleep.

[If only Horst's threats were half as believable. Even though he can and will bite Johannes, somehow he just isn't as intimidating as a sociopath.]

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't. If I was asleep, I wouldn't be able to put up a fight.

[A pause. Despite not being able to see, Johannes takes the opportunity to look up from his work and pin a rather unnervingly invasive look on Horst, considering the fact that he can't see.]

And I know that's the part you enjoy most, grober Bruder.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He's not entirely wrong; Horst owes Johannes a hell of a lot of pain.]

Don't flatter yourself. Your blood just flows faster when you're awake. And last time, you taught me a few new insults. Where else will I get education with my meal?

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

[Clicking his tongue lightly.] If you didn't always go for the cheap and easy meals...

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Please. A woman with a touch of perfume is a large step up. It's like...you're a cheap hotdog, and you're comparing yourself to caviar.

[Horst leans very close and offers the same practiced, meaningless seductive tone he gives to the trollops Johannes refers to] But you know I'll always like you best.

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

[NO HOMO.]

Your eating habits always were atrocious, even when you were alive. So I suppose I should be surprised if you prefer hot dogs to caviar, to quote your own words.

[He can feel Horst breathing on him. His fingers twitch reflexively around the gun in his lap at the closeness, but this is his only reaction. Go on your date, stupid bastard. Johannes doesn't know what to do with sharing his space like this.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst always did like to tease, although with Johannes he had to push the envelope further and further and further as they grew up. He laughs and straightens.]

Well, I do like cheap and easy, to use your words. Anyway, eat something or you'll be too weak to run from your failed experiments.

[Horst flits silently out of the room and is gone before this can turn into an actual fight]

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

[Eventually, once he can be certain that Horst is gone for a good long while, Johannes does drag the plat closer to him, sniffing it warily, before taking a few bites. Stupid. He's not even running any experiments right now.]