An eye for an envelope...? (Backdated a couple days)

[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig has been slowly - much more so than he'd like - recuperating from the wounds Nagi gave him during his teammate's run-in with Raven's Blood, and probably low-level harassing everyone in his house into the bargain. (Not nearly up to his usual standards, but it's unwise to make anyone too violent toward you while you can't walk without limping.) However, news of a package having arrived for him in the mail is enough to get him up off the couch. Ema, like a properly intimidated person, was too afraid to keep it from him and so left it on the kitchen table.

He opens it to find...an eyeball. It's not the most gruesome thing he's ever seen by a long shot, but the rather eerie familiarity of the color throws him off for a moment -

- until it vanishes before his one eye, and suddenly he's got two to work with again. He can feel it underneath the bandages, even though he has to rip those off before he can confirm that yes, he's got depth perception back and everything.

Have some very smug cackling, housemates. And, shortly, over the phone, too.]

Who's better off now, Nagi? You're still as hairless as an infant, aren't you~?

[Unfiltered because why would he ever want to filter this. Nagi may disagree, but Schuldig at his cockiest does not care for such insignificant details. Also, he's had a few weeks to forget the matter of prudence when teasing someone who can throw things at your head from behind even when he's standing right in front of you.]

Comments

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig staggers back a step or two, then recovers, with a slight huff.] I didn't notice you being all that considerate about my losing an eye. [Beyond making sure he didn't bleed out. But they're not counting that, of course.]

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

I didn't tell the town and I kept you from bleeding to death. That's consideration enough.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Hah. You didn't have to tell the town; it was pretty obvious to anyone looking at me.

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

And looking at me shows that I don't have eyebrows, eyelashes, or anything on my arms. That's enough for them to know.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Then what are you so upset about? I didn't exactly go into detail. Anyone able to infer where else you might have lost hair from my comment would infer it just from the way you look, too.

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

Between that and you telling Crawford how much I lost, people could easily know more than they need to about me. I'd give my uniform back, but this place would probably give it back when I least want it.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I suppose that's something approaching sense. I still don't see why you care what anyone does or doesn't know about you, though. It's not like they matter.

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

I have to deal with some of them at school as long as I'm here.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

So break their necks if they laugh. It's not as though anyone could even prove it was you.

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not be brainwashed again, but some will die anyway.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Murder doesn't always seem to result in droning, anyway. I killed you and didn't get droned, did I?

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but killing a lot of annoying high schoolers might get too much attention.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

It's never stopped us before, has it?

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not attract attention while I'm trying to research.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Hah. When have you ever wanted to attract attention, Nagi? You leave that to me and Farfarello.