[It's mostly quiet at first, just the softest ruffling of clothes, and the shuffling of semi-wary footsteps, but for someone who's been recently struck with blindness, Johannes is doing a remarkable job not running into anything. Then, the recognizable hiss of one of Adstring's very own Hell Cats, a muffled his from Johannes himself, and the soft
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Oh, by the by, did you know you can use these things to talk to strangers? A bit unnerving, but really quite useful.
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[Ugh. God. Shut up Horst, or he might just leave you to fend for yourself when the sun comes up, guilt or no guilt.]
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[It's probably a good thing Horst doesn't know Johannes has anything to feel guilty for, or he would be milking it for everything it's worth. As it is, he's relying on the kindness of strangers, poooor Horst, to make sure he doesn't fry to a crisp. Poooor Horst!]
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With disturbing fantasies like that, Horst, it's no wonder you could never hold onto a girl long enough to settle down.
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I have to eat, Johannes! And in case you'd forgotten in the apparent year since you left me again, I can't exactly dine on grains now. Are you volunteering, or are you going to let me bring someone home every few nights?
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Of course. I'll take them home, give them a nice time, mesmerize them so I can eat, and send them on their merry way. You'll hardly know they're there.
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I had better not.
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