[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.

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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.]