Wednesday 1.21 Kitten Watching (Consider this done parallel to the Weiss threads)

[bloodyfarfie.livejournal.com]

Farfarello had left Nagi's room after a brief chat with the telekinetic, and was making his way to Schuldig's room now, ready to get going finally. They had kittens to stalk after all... He knocked once on Schuldig's door before opening it and looking in to see if the telepath was even there. He'd just been assuming he was.

"Hey, Schu.. Time to play with the kittens.. Your favorite past-time." He was grinning, looking forward to this - even if he did have to watch and make sure the telepath played as nicely as possible. 

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[fireun.livejournal.com]

Cat’s Cradle was a fascinating game. A tangle of possibilities and puzzles. Kinda like the human mind. Schuldig peered through the middle of his latest attempt and smiled at Farfarello and the thoughts darting around his head. “I always play nice.” Schuldig put a little petulance in his voice as he shook fingers free of string and stood. “And I need a partner more than babysitter.”

He gathered his favorite ‘business’ shirt from where it hung over a chair, a piece of clothing that looked like it had wandered out f the Gap and gotten so lost it ended up amidst Schuldig’s…eclectic collection. It looked embarrassed to be in close proximity to Schuldig’s flamboyant head of hair, and it clashed a bit in self-defense.

As an afterthought, Schuldig shoved his string into a pocket. “Kittens like string, right?” His smile’s were never forced, but they were rarely honest.

“Who’s driving?”

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Farfarello snorted a little as he waited for Schuldig to get ready to go. "You always play nice, my arse.. Ye're mean an' vindictive - just as ye ought to be. An' I'm only 'babysittin'' if ye decide to do somethin' ye're not supposed to. You know what Crawford said." Schuldig would know, if he'd gone into his mind enough to know about Farfarello playing 'babysitter' - As Schuldig put it.

Farfarello rolled his eye at Schu pocketing the string before leaving, walking out of the other man's room then, figuring the telepath would be following him. "As much as I sometimes hate yer drivin', I don't feel like gettin' killed not able to see half the road. Who d'ye think?" He wasn't speaking too loudly as he walked toward the outside door, but his thoughts said the same thing since he figured the telepath would be listening.

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Schuldig grabbed his holster and gun, fastening it around himself as he followed after Farfarello. "I'm only mean and vindictive if it's called for. It's not my fault if most people deserve it." He sniffed, pulling the gun out and checking the clip before placing it back in the holster. Since they weren't supposed to actually kill Weiss, he figured one clip should be enough. Pity, though. He wanted to know what they thought about as they died. Probably some melodramatic bullshit about failing the world, and the shame of losing to The Evildoers. The idea made Schuldig laugh.

"Fine, fine. I'll drive." He sighed, still grinning a bit. "I don't want your blind ass smashing up my baby, anyway."

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Farfarello snorted and opened the door after getting on his shoes, holding it open and waiting for Schuldig. "Sure.. Hurry yer ass up, Schu.. I don't wanna stand here all day. I wanna play already." He was leaning against the door as he held it open, an amused little smirk on his lips. He was looking forward to this, he really was. How often were you ordered to do one of your favorite hobbies by your boss, after all?

[aki-jade.livejournal.com]

Schuldig merrily flipped Farfarello the bird as he walked toward the door. "Be nice or I'll drive slow." He teased, pulling his green coat from the coat rack and slipping it on before picking up his car keys and walking out the door.

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Another snort and Farfarello followed Schuldig out toward the car, rolling his lone eye. "As if ye're any less eager to get to play with the kittens." He lifted an eyebrow as he kept pace with the man, heading to the passenger side and getting in once the doors were unlocked.