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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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[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.]

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[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 ]

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[Only for you, Brad~ And even then, be thankful you've got that gun.]