Friday 1.3

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//Nagi. Naaaagi. Naaaaaa-kun. Wake up. Brad wants coffee, and he asked if you would make it.//

Nagi groned and burried himself in the warmth around him. After a bit, as the pestering got to be too much, he groaned again and collected his mind enough to send back //He must not really want to wake up then... Can't you make it? You're obviously very awake...//

He was tired. He was groggy and he didn't care about the world outside right now because he was also warm and comfortable and it seemed he'd survived the night without nightmares. Miracle of miracles. 

He guessed it had a lot to do with him being in Farf's room though, the older man protectively curled around them.

He tried to go to sleep once more but it was to no avail. //Damn it! If you want me to wake up than you have to give me some of your coffee...//

He cuddled into Farf a little more.

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Brad eyes narrowed but he kept silent. He always did when Schuldig hit a nerve, especially when the redhead was right. He knew the vision was slowly eating away at him. The initial implications were so improbable to his mind that he simply tried to ignore them. But his psyche would never allow that. He subconsciously knew his visions never lied so outright denial wasn't a viable option.

Just because he didn't want it now did not mean that some sort of close emotional attachment to Weiss wouldn't be necessary in the future.

"I'm not buying Balinese's quietly concerned act. Bottom line, he is still an assassin and when push comes to shove that will be all that matters. Call him whatever you like but don't let yourself be swayed." Brad looked to Nagi, his annoyance draining away incrementally. He needed them to be focused in the ways he just wasn't at the moment.

Nagi was the most powerful among them but also the most vulnerable. Balinese had some sort of background information that just happened to include Nagi at his most vulnerable. If the blonde dared to try to use what he thought he knew, in any way, against Nagi, Brad would instantly rescind his 'no kill' order.

Brad headed in the direction of his office, looking back over his shoulder.

"The last time I had a vision like this... everything changed. These long range visions are harbingers of massive personal upheaval for me and, usually, those around me. The old cycle concluded with the death of the elders, and this new cycle is just beginning." A mirthless chuckle accompanied a small smirk. "Are you ready for the ride?"

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Nagi sat at the table for a while after his teammates had left, overthinking everything that had happened and been said at the breakfast... And the fact that his teammates had left him to clean the mess. Again.

He might nog get dirty hands from handling dirty dishes but that didn't mean he appreciated doing theirs!

With a sigh, he started telekinetically gethering up plates, pans, cutlery and cups. The diswasher opened easilly and soon after the whole mess was neatly stacked into the machine. The tab came on and a cloth floated under it, flying over to the table like a strange, bright yellow bird of some kind.

Within minutes, the kitchen was clean - or clean enough, anyway - and Nagi had a satisfied smile on his face.
In his head he was already making himself a secudule for the day.

- Check his search programmes and deal with whatever info they had come up with over night.
- Incorporate new information in searches
- Figure out what he was going to tell Kudou and Tsukyono
- Meet Kudou and Tsukyono
- Do some more hacking.

Not quite his idea of a great day, but it could have been worse.