It’s a question of trust

[iknowwhatyoudo]

WHO: Schuldig and Farfarello. Later Aya and Crawford if they like.
WHAT: Building up team Moral
WHERE: The livingroom
WHEN: After Breakfast, day 228

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... and the last part

[redlamb]

To this day Farfarello regrestted not exploring the jungle with Nagi and Crawford and General Cross Marian and the others; instead he and Schuldig had gone fishing for information at the Ball like good little minions, and he'd worn that ridiculous suit ("It makes you look like a dark leprechaun," Schuldig had said) The plan was Crawford and Nagi would meet them at the Ball later that night. They did -- at midnight. General Cross Marian literally kicked down the palace door and in the middle of the resulting rioting, Farfarello had seen Nagi and Crawford. Crawford, the untouchable and all knowing, all seeing Crawford -- he whose powers had been stripped from him thanks to some nameless god, or perhaps that god-pretender Queen -- he was bleeding, blood from claw marks seeping through his white suit jacket and Nagi had been supporting him ...

As team they escaped the riot, Nagi had telekeneticaly thrown Farfarello victims, while Schuldig had half supported a still bleeding Crawford out the backdoor; from the numerous gunshots, Farfarello gathered that they'd had a lot of fun dispatching anyone stupid enough to impede their escape.

Afterwards, with Farfarello acting as a packmule, hmph, they'd had to stitch up Crawford's wounds. With only rum to numb the pain, Schuldig had been obliged to stitch him up. During all this, Crawford had praised Nagi for both saving his life and burning a hole through the head of a killer zombie-like jaguar god (apparently, even mortally wounded it kept going ... and going ... and going... Like Aya's persistent vows of revenge against Takatori). This had been the same jaguar god that had sliced Crawford's chest open. Unsurprisingly the rest of the jungle party who had lost their powers hadn't tried to practice them like Nagi had, so mainly they had attacked the beast with Crawford and Cross' heavy artillary, and then when that didn't work, Nagi had picked up a torch."I'm so proud," Crawford had said and essentially he'd said "I trust you to shoulder more responsibilities now."

Farfarello's job had been to hold Crawford still so Schuldig could stitch him up. As he'd stared at his leader's blood spattered jacket, there'd been conflicting impulses. On a visceral level he wanted to engage in his usual fun acitivies when confronted with so much blood, but at the same time this was Crawford, Crawford! Who was aparently human, after all, and bleeding all over the couch.

That night, when no one could have possibly stopped him from messing around, Farfarello restrained himself. He resisted temptation on his own. He hadn't entirely known he could do it.