[Holland can be found sitting on the curb, enjoying a cigarette. It's become a near-regular spot for him; he didn't like to spend time in the house with the drone wife and he didn't really have any place he wanted to go at the moment.
[Schuldig is brought up short in his scanning of minds by Holland. A nation. Holland is hardly the first of such minds he's encountered in Mayfield, but they're always headache-inducing - which is hardly what he needs right now.
So what does an irritable telepath do with a headache when someone else causes it? Naturally, he vicariously inflicts it on the person who gave it to him. It's only fair. He also takes some petty satisfaction in the fact that Holland probably won't have the slightest idea where it's coming from.]
Got any more? [He's referring to the cigarette. He doesn't smoke regularly, only when stressed - but now definitely qualifies.]
Left them in the house. [The reply is so utterly disinterested; he doesn't even look at Schuldig. He might have had one or two stashed in his pockets, but he just didn't care enough to bother.]
[After a long exhale, he rubs the back of his head a little. His head was slowly starting to hurt and he felt tired. It had been a long day, after all.]
I could go get one. [Schuldig's aware Holland has cigarettes on him, but doesn't care enough to point that out. Sauntering into the man's house and rifling through his things, however? That would be entertaining.]
[Schuldig smirks at Holland. Oh, his head is hurting, too, but he's all too accustomed to that...and the mild sadistic pleasure of passing the pain on to this ambivalent country is enough to satisfy him as much as a cigarette, for the moment.] Not much for hospitality, are you?
[It's gotten to the point where he winces, involuntarily. He had met some people with strange powers here, like the superheros, so he adds a glare to the scowl.]
You think you can afford not to be wary in this place? You are new. [Schuldig returns the glare with a grin, though it doesn't even come close to reaching his eyes. In fact, aside from the curve of his lips, it'd just be a baring of teeth.]
We wouldn't have to as much if there weren't freaks like you here.
Cut that out.
[He doesn't know what the man is doing, but he's going to take a chance and bet this headache and tiredness is from Schuldig. Feeling this bad never happened just out of the blue.]
This from the personification of a country? You are aware that's not normal, I hope. [The vicarious projection of his own headache doesn't stop; if anything, Schuldig increases it. Calling him a freak isn't unusual, but it's never something he's appreciated.]
[What he was was trying to say was that it's very normal, and there were a lot of other nations -- at least where he's from. And even though some of the other nations could give him a headache from the simple sight of them alone, he knew it wasn't exactly something they did on purpose.
Instead, it strikes him as odd that this stranger knows what he is without being told and he just doesn't feel like discussing it anymore.
He winces again, shoulders rolling a little. There was that, too, and he stands up.]
This place could be so boring.]
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So what does an irritable telepath do with a headache when someone else causes it? Naturally, he vicariously inflicts it on the person who gave it to him. It's only fair. He also takes some petty satisfaction in the fact that Holland probably won't have the slightest idea where it's coming from.]
Got any more? [He's referring to the cigarette. He doesn't smoke regularly, only when stressed - but now definitely qualifies.]
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[After a long exhale, he rubs the back of his head a little. His head was slowly starting to hurt and he felt tired. It had been a long day, after all.]
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[That's the only warning Schuldig will get. Still, he's not feeling so hot, so he's going to turn finally and give the other man a scowl.]
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I was fine until you showed up.
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[It's gotten to the point where he winces, involuntarily. He had met some people with strange powers here, like the superheros, so he adds a glare to the scowl.]
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Cut that out.
[He doesn't know what the man is doing, but he's going to take a chance and bet this headache and tiredness is from Schuldig. Feeling this bad never happened just out of the blue.]
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[What he was was trying to say was that it's very normal, and there were a lot of other nations -- at least where he's from. And even though some of the other nations could give him a headache from the simple sight of them alone, he knew it wasn't exactly something they did on purpose.
Instead, it strikes him as odd that this stranger knows what he is without being told and he just doesn't feel like discussing it anymore.
He winces again, shoulders rolling a little. There was that, too, and he stands up.]
What are you doing, anyway.
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[At the question of what he's doing, Schuldig slides his hands comfortably into his pockets.] Returning a favor, that's all.
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Keep going. I've never met you before.
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