[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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[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.]