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[youschuldblame]

[Whatever guilty urge you've had today, you suddenly find yourself acting on it, and you can't even stop! Do you even want to stop?

There's an red-head slouching somewhere nearby, seemingly deeply concentrated on that book on psychology he's reading. Maybe ask him for help? ...then again maybe not.If these things aren't affecting you, you could

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[trump_apple]

[He feels that! And he'll poke back :D]

[youschuldblame]

[the equivalent of a mental smirk goes here. though he doesn't move from his spot or the book]

[trump_apple]

[this is actually kinda fun, so he'll keep poking, kind of like how a small child pokes an adult's forehead to annoy them. And he'll be doing the 'poke' motion with his hand, even though he's a good 30 feet away and poking mentally.]

[youschuldblame]

[after a few more of those, you earn a mental jab of the painful kind. the one that says: "here, but no further, kiddo". Though the smirk is still there.]

[trump_apple]

[he flinches at that and rubs his forehead, and then he frowns and shoves with his mind, as if he's saying "Don't be a meanie >("]

[youschuldblame]

~Don't be a prat and I'll think about it~

[trump_apple]

[he gives a mental :p and then he points to a spot above Schuldig's head]

[youschuldblame]

[snickers and instead looks over to where you're standing]

[trump_apple]

[well that's surprising, he wasn't expecting him to do that. He'll give him a questioning look, though he's still holding onto the foliage with his psychic powers.]

[youschuldblame]

I'd advice you to let go of that.

[trump_apple]

[he looks at Schuldig. Then up at the leaves. Then back down to Schuldig.]

You sure?

[youschuldblame]

And steer them clear from me, if you please.

[trump_apple]

[well okay, if you insist. They land harmlessly next to him]

What's your name?

[youschuldblame]

[good boy]

Schuldig.