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[prideofwisdom]

Who: Gideon Graves and Franken Stein
When: Tuesday
Where: Gideon's room
Summary: Unbeknownst to him, Gideon volunteered himself for a dissection.
Rating: R
Warnings: As you should be quickly picking up on by all these logs, disturbing shit featuring dissection during the chorus.

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[wasnotthecat]

Gideon has been mostly keeping himself for the duration of the week. Without his inhibitions, he was finding himself more and more likely to get irrationally irritated--and aggravation certainly wasn't something he needed more of.

So when he hears the knocking at the door, he scowls lightly. Who could possibly be bothering him now? One of his League members, maybe? Or maybe it was Knives, who'd been usually quiet over the past few weeks.

Only one way to find out.

"Who's there?"

[prideofwisdom]

"Banana." Alright, opening to a terrible knock-knock joke aside, he wasn't really all that interested in shouting his name down the hall and letting everyone and their mother figure out what exactly he was trying to do here.

"Seriously though, just let me in. I need to talk to you."

[wasnotthecat]

Gideon blinks and looks over his shoulder from his seat at the desk. He recognizes that voice. His tone drops and he starts to move towards the katana concealed in his room--just in case.

"Talk--or cut on me?" he growls. "Not a chance."

[prideofwisdom]

"Alright, you caught me. Do you want to have a functioning door by the end of this, or should I just go ahead and let myself in? Your pick." There was something about Stein's tone that said that he really didn't care either way and would more than willingly break down Gideon's door if given half a reason to.