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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.]

[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]

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

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

[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.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

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

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

[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.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

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?

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

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

I'm not a coward.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

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.]

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

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

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

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

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[abyssinian21.livejournal.com]

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