Premonition sleeps like a volcano (complete)
WHO: Brad Crawford and Schulding
WHAT: Talks of German art and talents.
WHERE: House's house, in the room Brad commandeered for himself.
WHEN: 213
Schuldig was cradling a cup of coffe in his hands, leaning on the kitchen counter when Crawford walked in. He slowed down, then paused, as if to look at what the German was doing, and casually reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder. Touch always made telepathy stronger. Even a fleeting touch.
/Wir haben 'ne Menge zu besprechen/, he thought, rather loudly, in Schuldig's direction. He wasn't sure what the range of Schuldig's reawakening powers had become, but one thing he was sure about was that shouting his thoughts made him incredibly uncomfortable, after the years he spent training to make them as quiet and slippery as possible.
He reached over Schuldig's shoulder, and plucked the cup from his hands.
"Thank you for making me coffee", he tossed over his shoulder as he retreated to the room he had picked out as his own.
[ooc: We have a lot to talk about."]
WHAT: Talks of German art and talents.
WHERE: House's house, in the room Brad commandeered for himself.
WHEN: 213
Schuldig was cradling a cup of coffe in his hands, leaning on the kitchen counter when Crawford walked in. He slowed down, then paused, as if to look at what the German was doing, and casually reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder. Touch always made telepathy stronger. Even a fleeting touch.
/Wir haben 'ne Menge zu besprechen/, he thought, rather loudly, in Schuldig's direction. He wasn't sure what the range of Schuldig's reawakening powers had become, but one thing he was sure about was that shouting his thoughts made him incredibly uncomfortable, after the years he spent training to make them as quiet and slippery as possible.
He reached over Schuldig's shoulder, and plucked the cup from his hands.
"Thank you for making me coffee", he tossed over his shoulder as he retreated to the room he had picked out as his own.
[ooc: We have a lot to talk about."]