014 ⚸ forward-dated to after zombiefield PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE Y'ALL

[notsaul]

[A: 1667 Nelson Street]

[Ah, sleep. One of Annie's favorite things to do on a bed. But, her bed feels a lot bigger today than it normally does, which is really weird. It's not like she's an expert or anything, but she's pretty sure twin beds... There's also someone else in it, which is weird for Mayfield. Maybe Raz had a nightmare or something...

She

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[sturmbahnfurher]

[Well, that was one way to wake up. And while most people would be annoyed or angered to wake up in such a way, the Major still keeps smiling as he rubs his eyes. Well. Looks like he'd be having a new wife and have to explain-

He pauses as he looks at the woman in his bed, smile increasing a bit.]

My.

I had no clue you'd be so desperate to get the jump on me that you'd sneak into my bed, Fraulein.

[notsaul]

Ew. Ew. Ewwwwwww.

[JUMPING ALL UP OUT THIS BED and POINTING ACCUSINGLY] What the fuck did you do, you bastard!

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Still smiling, the Major lays his head against one of his knuckles, eyes trained on Annie.]

I woke up.

[notsaul]

... Yeah, no, fuck you, I'm going home.

[and turning away...]

... Okay, why is my shit in your closet. [WILLFUL IGNORANCE IS THE BEST KIND OF IGNORANCE]

[sturmbahnfurher]

My. I don't know.

I didn't put it there. And you didn't put it there.

So tell me. Who do you think put it there?

[notsaul]

... Ghosts.

Fuck, I still think you did it. Who else would?

[sturmbahnfurher]

And why would I? How, in fact?

Think simpler. Not me, not you, not a "single" person. Who would have the power to move you, and your possessions, over here without either of us knowing?

[notsaul]

[Thinking simple, she can do that. It's not like she hasn't known since she woke up; she was just hoping...

The wall definitely needed a new fist-sized hole in it. She shakes the dust off her hand.] I'm not fucking staying here.

[sturmbahnfurher]

[My my! Such aggression! Such power! You'd be an ideal soldier, if you could just control your temper.]

Then leave girl. It's of no concern to me.

[notsaul]

Good.

[She'll just be going to collect anything that looks vaguely like she'd own it from the closet now.]

And don't call me "girl" or "frawline" or any other creepy-ass shit that isn't my name. I have a name, asshole. Fucking use it.

[sturmbahnfurher]

[He doesn't stop her. He simply smiles, as he always does. Perhaps a little more amused than usual.]

As you wish, Annie.

[notsaul]

And if you think I'm gonna do stupid drone shit like cooking and cleaning, you're even fucking crazier than I thought, so you better find somebody else to wash your stupid fucking Nazi pajamas or something.

Also, taking your last name off the mailbox. Werewolves are matrilineal. Suck it. [for someone that's leaving she sure is making a lot of demands...]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[The Major nods, his lips pulling back further into a smile.]

Oh no. I can cook quite well on my own. Or well enough!

Tell me. Should I go set up the couch in the front room for my bed now or later, considering it seems you'll be staying awhile?

[Because really, no matter how many demands you make of him? There's no real question in his mind of whose domain this really is.]

[notsaul]

Please, like I'd ever sleep on something you'd slept on. That's fucking disgusting. I'll take the couch--

I mean, I only have to stay here one out of every three days or something. It's not like I even have to see your ugly mug that often.

[sturmbahnfurher]

You see?

It's not so hard to find the positive, hmmm?

[notsaul]

I wouldn't call it positive. It's just, like, slightly less terrible than everything else.