Oh, if Weiss could see him now

[have_your_lives]

[Filtered to: Nagi Naoe]

I have an interesting question for you, Nagi. How do you feel about baking?

[Yes, Schuldig is trying to bake. He personally finds this hilariously ridiculous, but the potential payoff could be quite profitable, and it's novel enough to keep him occupied - not to mention one of the most innocuous things he's done in years. Family members are free to find him in the kitchen and wonder what the hell he's been smoking.]

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[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Do I need a reason? Or do I just not look the part of an avid baker?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

It doesn't seem like something you'd do, or at least not without motive. [After their first altercation, she doesn't trust him at all. It's the safer option.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Maybe the motive is that I want cake. [laughs]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Forgive me if I have doubts. [She crosses her arms.]

In any case, I'm here for the night.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not obligated to share my reasons with you, am I? But honestly, how sinister can my intentions really be with cake?

[He glances at her sidelong when she mentions her plans to stay the night.] You trust me enough to sleep here? I was under the impression I'd terrified you.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Hmph. [He does have a point, but that doesn't mean that Ema believes that he's baking for the hell of it.]

You did. I don't have a choice--if I'm away from "home" for too long, I get droned for it.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's news. He files it away.] Not that it wasn't amusing, but I thought you were responsible for my being here. Add that to your running in like an idiot before I'd even gotten my bearings, and you can hardly blame me.

In any case...you stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours. I've got problems more pressing than you, and I don't need any problems in the place I have to stay.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

You were tearing through my stuff! I didn't think you'd turn around and throttle me!

[Huffs and forces herself to calm down a little. He is offering something of an olive branch here.]

I don't want problems either. I'm only going to be around once every few days, anyway--it'll almost be like I don't even live here.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Half of it is my stuff, apparently.

Perfect. A scientist you hardly know is there is usually the best kind.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Still.

[Ema shoots him a glare at that last comment, although she doesn't address the barb directly.] Then we're in agreement: I'm out of your way, you're out of mine. Now, if you'll excuse me... [Ema crosses through the kitchen toward the bedroom, where she gathers a few things and takes them down to the living room couch.

Like hell if she's going to share a bed with him.]