[thread] it ain't me, babe
Who: Aya, Brigitte, Crawford [their threesome would be so alphabetical], OPEN because everyone loves blood and puppies... but mostly puppies
Where: Downtown
When: After the murder-sex and Brigitte's bandaging
What: Aya wanted his puppy back. Crawford wanted to meet Brigitte. Brigitte doesn't care whose face gets ripped off so Aya's will do.
Rating: Unrestricted [because angry kitten is probably angry]
He was going to turn back. It was distinctly unfair, on many levels. Crawford had suffered through Fujimiya's cheerful phase, had been petted and snuggled and humiliated, had finally made it all the way back to his telepath and gotten himself changed into what he was supposed to be and had some of the best whatever it was that happened when Schuldig let him in on something good. And now?
Now, he was going to turn back.
On the bright side, he mused absently, fixing his hair in the window of a store, he wouldn't have to deal with the child-thing. It was... odd. More like Nagi. Gave him that horrible compulsion to protect the German the way he protected the Japanese brat: with the possessive snarling rage of a mother bear.
Maybe someone other than Fujimiya would be there. Someone helpful. Useful.
And maybe this time he'd lose his mind completely and not be stuck howling at the witch who'd threatened to destroy one of his precious puppies. Honestly, women. As if Tot wasn't bad enough. Only that Brigitte girl seemed to make anything like sense.
Ah well. That's why there were no ex-girlfriends, he supposed.
None living, at any rate.
Where: Downtown
When: After the murder-sex and Brigitte's bandaging
What: Aya wanted his puppy back. Crawford wanted to meet Brigitte. Brigitte doesn't care whose face gets ripped off so Aya's will do.
Rating: Unrestricted [because angry kitten is probably angry]
He was going to turn back. It was distinctly unfair, on many levels. Crawford had suffered through Fujimiya's cheerful phase, had been petted and snuggled and humiliated, had finally made it all the way back to his telepath and gotten himself changed into what he was supposed to be and had some of the best whatever it was that happened when Schuldig let him in on something good. And now?
Now, he was going to turn back.
On the bright side, he mused absently, fixing his hair in the window of a store, he wouldn't have to deal with the child-thing. It was... odd. More like Nagi. Gave him that horrible compulsion to protect the German the way he protected the Japanese brat: with the possessive snarling rage of a mother bear.
Maybe someone other than Fujimiya would be there. Someone helpful. Useful.
And maybe this time he'd lose his mind completely and not be stuck howling at the witch who'd threatened to destroy one of his precious puppies. Honestly, women. As if Tot wasn't bad enough. Only that Brigitte girl seemed to make anything like sense.
Ah well. That's why there were no ex-girlfriends, he supposed.
None living, at any rate.