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[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig tends to keep himself hopped up on sugar, when he can; his telepathy takes a lot of managing, and a lot of energy, and a constant sugar rush (coupled with plenty of caffeine) actually helps with that. As a result, he's been eating the candy corn casually ever since Halloween; it just so happens that when he does so today, unusual things happen.

He's not sure where this came from - and he got rid of the cap immediately, because he's not about to hide his magnificent hair - but he's got absolutely no problems wearing it; after all, his rather...eclectic fashion sense at the best of times has proven he can look good in anything. And if he's feeling more flirtatious than usual, what of it? He's never particularly restrained. He's vaguely aware that Mayfield is responsible for this in some way; he'd already chatted up some other people who've been affected before he'd joined their ranks. It just so happens that they're not doing much to him that a lot of alcohol couldn't.

So - who wants to be hit up by what looks vaguely like a man wearing a Nazi nurse uniform? THE LINE STARTS HERE.]

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[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

[This...is not Schwarz's day. Farfarello just stares at Schuldig, his mind almost but not quite refusing to process what he's even seeing.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig laughs when he catches Farfarello staring.] You don't like it? It's color-coordinated for a change.

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

It's...why are you even wearing that?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

It just turned up. Honestly, it's probably not the worst thing I've ever worn. [This is probably true. It'd definitely be true if this were Gluhen Schuldig.]

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not think about the assorted terrible things you wear, Diabhal.

[rulethegame.livejournal.com]

[Joshua is so up in on this line that he will cut anyone in front of him. He's wearing a milkman's uniform, by the way - although of course, this being Joshua, he's adjusted it to make it look fabulous. The jacket and pants have been snipped, fitted and tucked to the point where it looks like he's wearing a blazer and slacks, and there are frills where there should not be frills. The cap is not present at all - it's probably been burned.

Oh, and he's slightly insane about milk. This will be fun.]

Well, now. You look like you could use a creamy liquid to jumpstart your day, hee hee.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Funny; that was just the thought I had when I saw you. [Oh my god this will be so hideously amazing.]

[rulethegame.livejournal.com]

[And because he has priorities, he's just going to pull out his camera and snap a picture of Schuldig in his outfit.]

I guess it was just meant to be, hmm? I guarantee you won't regret trying mine~.

[Because it's spiked. This is Joshua, after all.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Does drinking yours mean you'll return the favor~? [Oh my god Schuldig you are the worst person ever.

Also omg what is it spiked with. Alcohol? Because clearly what Schuldig needs is to be drugged and drunk at the same time. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT IS NEEDED HERE.]

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

[Aya is not one to eat candy and is therefore ignoring it. Especially when he thinks it's the cause of the strange things happening here.

But then he sees something he CANNOT ignore. Schuldig. Like that. Eyes wide, he stares a moment before trying to turn and leave. Walking fast.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Too late; Aya will hear that familiar, wicked laugh.] You've faced down Schwarz at our strongest in battle and this is what you run from~?

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

[Damn it. He turns and tries to keep from staring but really...how is someone supposed to do that with the man wearing that?] I'm not running.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Would you prefer "moving as quickly as possible in the other direction, hoping I don't see you"? Though I don't see how that's any more dignified. [Schuldig saunters closer; he seems obscenely at home in his new outfit. And, in a weird way, he seems to know how to wear it; the costume would probably look better on a woman, but he's doing a decent job of making it look good on a man.] I didn't realize how little it would take to get you to be afraid of me.

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

[Whoah - another guy wearing a nurse uniform?]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[You'd better believe it. Normally Zidane wouldn't be his type - too young, too short, too good - but thanks to the candy corn, Schuldig is feeling decidedly less picky.] Surprised?

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

Er...well, the outfit's really my thing, but whatever makes you comfortable. [As long as this guy doesn't start hitting on him, too, he hopes]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Well, today isn't your day, Zidane. :| ] Comfort isn't really the point of these outfits. The point is not to wear them long enough for them to get uncomfortable.

[clairvoyeur.livejournal.com]

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[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Too bad, Crawford. :| You're standing close enough to the line that you're included by default.

By which I mean that Schuldig will find a way to seek you out. Because even if he's more interested in flirting than trolling at the moment, subconscious troll instincts demand that you not be allowed to miss this for anything.]

[clairvoyeur.livejournal.com]

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[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[That is so incredibly disappointing, Crawford. :< You would have had the best reaction of all. Schuldig will remember this if/when you fall victim to the corn. :|a ]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Now see, this is something Ken would have thought would happen more often. Schuldig in a hilarious outfit that wasn't just eye searing. The sight is pretty funny so he's going to stop and laugh at you]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately for Ken, Schuldig lacks the capacity for shame, so he's not the least bit embarrassed. Instead, he grins at him.] See something you like~?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Oh man, a mop in a nurses outfit, that's just too good!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Not quite as funny as an assassin in a flower shop, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste. [Schuldig is taking the opportunity to slink closer to Ken.]