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Title: Rosy Hue
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Word count: 100
Notes: Anyone else ever wonder whether it's Schuldig's sarcastic humor that makes him decide on the color the sunglasses he never wears? Does anyone else ever notice these things?
An airport definitely wasn't a telepath's best friend. Schuldig wore pair of specially made earplugs to block out the noise. It was already enough of a sensory overload; everyone thought loudly in airports.
He glanced around, although he knew that Crawford wouldn't be there to pick him up. He wondered if he had hoped that he would, and scolded himself. Hope was a completely useless emotion in a practical reality. He pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, and the lenses cause the world to take on a rosy hue.
It was a reminder. Nobody gave a fuck about you.
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Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Word count: 100
Notes: Anyone else ever wonder whether it's Schuldig's sarcastic humor that makes him decide on the color the sunglasses he never wears? Does anyone else ever notice these things?
An airport definitely wasn't a telepath's best friend. Schuldig wore pair of specially made earplugs to block out the noise. It was already enough of a sensory overload; everyone thought loudly in airports.
He glanced around, although he knew that Crawford wouldn't be there to pick him up. He wondered if he had hoped that he would, and scolded himself. Hope was a completely useless emotion in a practical reality. He pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, and the lenses cause the world to take on a rosy hue.
It was a reminder. Nobody gave a fuck about you.
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