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Watch what you think . They can read your mind

Jan 25, 2009 01:20

WHO:Schuldig and Crawford
WHAT: OFF HAITUS :D ie. Waking up from the Coma
WHERE:Bedroom.
WHEN: um. Whatever day we are.

( This is the beginning. )

Ω brad crawford, Ω schuldig

Comments 7

ohnoyouwont January 25 2009, 02:55:24 UTC

Crawford looked at his watch. Right on schedule.

What do YOU think? His mental voice was tinted with more than a hint of irony. He was, after all, the strongest precog at Rozenkreuz. Why would he be sleeping when he knew his partner would wake up, and complain to no end about food.

He had even planned Sleeping Beauty's return to the land of the living carefully so that he wouldn't have to hear him whine.

Look on the nightstand. I left you some breakfast, the coffee should still be hot.

iknowwhatyoudo January 25 2009, 03:06:57 UTC

Schuldig picked up the coffee and sipped at it. He knew coffee didn't react immediately, but he still felt it zinging along through his veins, forcing the rest him out of groggy sleep. It was purely psychosomatic, but the important thing was that he was awake.

What do I owe the occasion of Breakfast in bed for? You loved your Christmas present that much? You forgot to get me presents? His memories were starting to catch up with his mind and with them the awareness that he might have been asleep a lot longer than he felt like he'd been.

Awake and not needing to go off in search of food, Schuldig settled down into his blanket to eat. Were Dad and the Kids happy with their presents?

ohnoyouwont January 25 2009, 03:12:21 UTC

You know very well that the presents sucked. Crawford answered tartly. That's your goal every year. You might have overdone it, though.

He let the silence stretch... just a few seconds, because he knew that Schuldig would highjack the conversation and ruin his punchline if he gave him time to get a word in edgewise.

Unfortunately, telepaths can talk on and on even when their mouths are full. My plan has been foiled yet again, it seems.

An attempt at dry humour. It was his way of welcoming Schuldig back.

iknowwhatyoudo January 25 2009, 03:22:51 UTC

Schuldig felt a strong sense of satisfaction. That had meant his gifts had gone over exactly how he had wanted them to. And he suspected Farfarello had probably actually worn his...

If only he hadn't been in the stupid coma...

Another thought, likely gleamed from the edges of Crawford's mind to fill in the gaps of his own, or maybe his own memories sinking into place caught up with him again.

Did I miss much? How long as I out?

ohnoyouwont January 25 2009, 04:14:23 UTC

Long enough.

It had been weeks. Had his gift not warned him that Schuldig would wake, and in full possession of his faculties, Crawford would have pressed the muzzle of his gun against his partner's temple and used one of his precious bullets.

In a coma or not, you owed your partners a swift and painless death.

He had been ready to, he had given himself 48 hours to make the decision.
Fortunately, the answer came in time.

iknowwhatyoudo January 25 2009, 04:30:27 UTC

Well shit. I guess I have a lot to catch up on. Schuldig said. There was the whining irritation to his thoughts. Work, if it didn't have the accompanying pleasures of torturing someone, was always troublesome.

He finished his coffee and shoved the blanket off, getting up out of bed. His limbs protested, sluggish from their long lack of use. A bath, some more coffee and then it was time to hit the streets.

Thanks for undressing me and all that. It sucks to wake up in your old clothes the next morning. But where the hell did you put my boots? And what did I get for Christmas? Can I see you in your hat?