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[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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[Aya automatically starts to stand up even straighter and shoots him a glare. Even as he takes a step back.] I am not afraid of you.

Really? [Schuldig cocks a hand on his hip, grinning.] Prove it.

[For a moment, Aya's brain tries to figure out how he's supposed to do that before his mouth settles on:] I don't have to prove anything to you.

Well, if you think it's better to let an enemy see your cowardice... [He pauses, then laughs.] Excuse me, former enemy.

Or you could stop backing away and face me like a man, hm?

[He takes a deep breath to try to keep calm but really isn't doing so well.]

I'm not a coward.

So prove it. [Schuldig crooks a finger at him, inviting him to come closer with, perhaps, one of the wickedest grins in his repertoire on his face.

'Perhaps' because, let's face it, when it comes to Schuldig and smirking, they're all wicked to some degree.]

[Well now he's hesitating. Because this is Schuldig and Aya knows that getting closer is not a good idea necessarily.]

[Schuldig throws back his head and laughs.] So ein feigling!

[Honestly, Aya has no idea what Schuldig just said. All he knows is that he's angry and he knows those words were insulting. So he runs forward to attempt punching him.]

[Unfortunately for Aya, it's almost impossible to hit Schuldig when you're far away enough that you need a running start; that's simply too much time to give him to react. Anyone would have an easy time dodging that, not just a telepath.

So not only does Schuldig easily sidestep the blow, but he deliberately drags a hand over Aya's hip as he passes, even getting the quickest of gropes off as the man passes.]

[Aya's anger dissipates rapidly as he feels that touch. Stumbling, he spins around to quickly try putting distance between them.

Those violet eyes are huge now as his mind tries to catch up with what just happened and still not coming up with an appropriate reaction.]

[This prompts Schuldig to start laughing so hard he nearly doubles over. Oh, man, Mayfield weirdness or not, he should have tried that ages ago.]

Stay away from me! [Because Aya hasn't learned that telling Schuldig to stay away is just an invitation to do otherwise.]

[Judging by Schuldig's grin, he's as aware of how completely counterproductive that order is as anyone. Probably more so.] And now you're back to being afraid of me.

I am not afraid of you!

Are you going to tell me you don't want to run away?

I don't want to run away. [Leave because this is pissing him off? Yes. But that's completely different from running away.]

[Schuldig laughs.] Oh? You know, I wouldn't be the first to assume you'd be interested.

Interested in what? [He's wary now. Or rather, more wary.]

Men.

Wh-what?

You heard me. Four men living together and working in a flower shop? You do know that half the girls who obsessed over you all expected you to come on to each other far more than any of them, I hope...