Gezogen Perversionen

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger has not been seen for a long time. This is disturbing because of the fact that no one knows what exactly he might have been up to during all that time.]

heheheheh[However, in some distant part of the Chalice, laughter rings out - not crazed laughter, not evil laughter... but... perverse and amused at someone else's misfortune. For those

Comments

[infinite_prince]

[Charles seems to have found some art of himself.]

I...

[Whimpering.]

[inneedofasmoke]

Heheheh. Madchen would probably want to keep that one under her pillow for late nights.

[He was teasing of course. Most of that art of Charl seemed to show him in rather 'submissive' postures. Some even implying IS!Laura's presence.]

[infinite_prince]

H-how many of me...did you make...

[inneedofasmoke]

Not that many. I'm trying to keep my subject to women... but I made enough to get Madchen flustered when she looks at the ceiling of her room.

[Enough to plaster a section of ceiling... not good.]

[infinite_prince]

I...see...

[Charles just starts...picking some of them up. Nothing too crazy, just glancing over them all and forming a stack.]

Stupid dad...

[inneedofasmoke]

You going to pay for those?

[Note that he wasn't saying it in a 'pay up or else' way, just the sort that was mildy ribbing at 'him'.]

[infinite_prince]

Gah! I, uh, uh, uh, uh...

[inneedofasmoke]

Well if you are, I may as well throw this one in for a good customer.

[He laughs and hands over another sketch. Its one of a certain rabbit. Somehow Charl would get the feeling that Luger is deliberately pushing at him because damn if this one wasn't beyond 'risque'. And that smile Laura had. Yikes.]

[infinite_prince]

[Charl looks at the work, looks at Luger, looks back to the work, and falls to his knees on the ground in a quivering pile of embarassment...and not long afterwards, he starts crying.]

[inneedofasmoke]

[To which Luger's reply is to move any works within range of Charl away from her and get back to drawing smut, not really giving much of a damn for the tears. Well... not really.]

Gott... A little softer please?

[infinite_prince]

[Sniff.]

O-okay...

[He's still crying, alright. Just a bit quieter.]

[inneedofasmoke]

... Okay. Color me curious.

[He puts down the pencil and gives Charl an odd, one-eyed stare.]

Just why in gott's pleated pants are you even crying?

[infinite_prince]

[Still sniffing, still crying.]

...N-nothing...

[inneedofasmoke]

[Charl. Luger is now right up in your grill. Seriously. Like inches away from you and you can SMELL the tobacco and rot in his breath. ITS HORRIBLE.]

Liar.

[infinite_prince]

[It doesn't take long for Charles to avert his gaze.]

I'm not a boy.

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger pauses, then leans back to light one up and take a deep drag.]

Of course you are. What would a boy be doing in an all girls school with all girl powered robots.

Madchen is probably going to be disappointed when she sees you again you know.