[Fourteen]

[teutonictraitor]

[[[Backdated to Christmas.]]]

[[Come Christmas morning, one particular Medic was not so lucky with his letter to Santa. It was a childish thing to do, but he had just figured...why not? And he had even tried to get Fritz's eye back. That was one of the better things he'd done in a while, that, and look where it got him--one eye gouged out. Great,

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[Phone]

[teutonic_terror]

[You hear this? This is a tone of INTENSE WORRY.]

Guntram? Are you being hurt? Ach! Terrible! I vhill be right over, und ja, I vhill bring my Kritz. Tsk. You poor thing.

[Phone]

[teutonictraitor]

[[...what the]]

[[okay, that's seriously weird. Still, now is not the time to be picky.]]

As fast as possible, bitte. Zhis is...decidedly unpleasant.

[Action]

[teutonic_terror]

[And soon, Fritz is there, kicking in the door and fully prepared to Gently Scold whoever is hurting his erstwhile partner. Only. Er. It's just Guntram?]

Herr Korbinian?

[Action]

[teutonictraitor]

[[Oho, just the person he wanted to see. Guntram is right up in Fritz's face, a bit disheveled and looking kiiinda...well, not so great at the moment. There's some blood around the socket of his right eye, though it's dried--that's from Mayfield going 'OH HEY yeah we're just gonna gouge that out so you can put your partner's eye all up in there, enjoy~'. Seriously, screw this town.]]

[[Guntram grabs on to the front of Fritz's shirt and pulls him in close before pointing to his right eye.]]
Take it back. Now.

[[He does not look like he's kidding around here, Medbro.]]