Nighttime....tag Boris
Hänschen Rilow was really quite annoyed by the influx of persons deciding to use his body as target practice. Between the circus freak and the hysterical artist girl he was going to be bruised forever.
It was really quite agitating. It gave Ernst a reason to baby him and that wasn't all that bad, but that aside, he really deserved some more respect than that, didn't he? He was a Rilow after all.
It was late; Ernst had already fallen asleep; he was snoring in the bed beside him and Hänschen was tempted to smother him with a pillow as he slept.
But he looked so peaceful.
So Hänschen just nudged him to shut him up and put a pillow over his face before changing into his nightclothes and crawling into his own bed.
It was really quite agitating. It gave Ernst a reason to baby him and that wasn't all that bad, but that aside, he really deserved some more respect than that, didn't he? He was a Rilow after all.
It was late; Ernst had already fallen asleep; he was snoring in the bed beside him and Hänschen was tempted to smother him with a pillow as he slept.
But he looked so peaceful.
So Hänschen just nudged him to shut him up and put a pillow over his face before changing into his nightclothes and crawling into his own bed.