Night 39: M21-M30 HALLWAY

[loyal_despair]

As soon as the doors unlocked and night fell, Kira was up out of his bed and feeling around underneath it to take hold of his sword. When he stood, he paused and looked at the pillow; he recalled the night before when he'd failed to bring the pillowcase, and as such had caused difficulty for himself. He set down the blade and removed the pillowcase

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[jei]

[from here]

Farfarello was generally more of a barging-in type than a carefully-opening-the-door-a-crack type, but he didn't need to see Crawford naked, he really really didn't. So he listened for any sounds that would indicate that Schuldig and Crawford were still mid-coitus, and when he heard only talking he finally threw the door open the rest of the way. If they hadn't even started by now, that was just too fucking bad

[k4t4str0ph4l]

[Gah, apologies for my utter failure]

"What exactly would syringes prepare you for?" Schuldig demanded, even as he followed Brad out into the hallway. "Even I can only think of a few applications for them, and I can re-purpose just about anything." Often in entirely inappropriate ways, but that was beside the point.

"Anyway, if you want files, I'm pretty sure there's a room devoted entirely to patient files...but I don't know what good it'd do you. The files are based on the phony information they give us here about our phony identities, so none of it's actually all that useful."

He shot a glance at Farfarello. His partner was getting edgy; true, he never had much patience for standing around and chatting, but it was getting worse - always a sign that the Berserker needed to let off some steam in violent fashion. It was just a matter of figuring out how to let him do so. "We're going to need to find Farfie something to maul soon," he remarked offhandedly.

[aversionoftruth]

The observation tore Crawford away from his initial train of thought (that it was too soon to be getting annoyed with Schuldig already), and he paused and turned to consider Farfarello.

There was always that.

His plans for the night were really just precautions and curiosities anyway, and they certainly didn't have time constraints. "I'm sure Balinese wouldn't mind," he said finally, shifting his gaze to Schuldig. He was about half-serious, but the smirk on his face was more because it was about time one of them died than because he was joking.