*prick*
"OW OW OW OW OWWWW!!! GODDAMN STUPID NEEDLE!!"
"Why didn't you use my suggestion and use a thimble!"
"Thimbles aren't manly, Farf!"
A normal day in the Schwarz household... or so we thought...
Schuldig and Farfarfello were sitting in Schuldig's room, surrounded by yellow cloth, with Schu sitting on the floor, holding some of it, sewing needle in hand. Farfarfello was sitting on his bed, examining the cloth cutters.
Apparently, Schuldig, our beloved evil telepath was making something.
Hearing the racket, Nagi decided to peek in. "What are you doing, Schu?" he blinked.
Schuldig didn't respond.
"Schuldig?"
Farfarfello responed for the redhead. "Nagi, did you know that Comiket is this weekend?"
"Uh...you don't mean...you're doing cosplay, Schu?"
"Yeah..." Schuldig responded as if it were the stupidest question since 'Why is Bradley such an ass?'.
"Who are you going as?"
Across the apartment, was Bradley, sitting at his desk, getting grey hairs from going over his paper work for the 48th time. His head shot up as he heard a high pitched, girly scream come piercing from the bedrooms. He sprinted from his desk, expecting to see someone in a puddle of blood. What he did see, however, was Nagi huddling in a corner, and the zipping into his room, slamming and locking his door.
"What is going ON?!" he growled at Schuldig and Farfarfello.
That evening, Bradly saw Nagi stuff various large papers into the garbage can. He waited until the boy had stormed back into his room, and walked over to the garbage. He pulled out the crumpled papers, and unfolded them. He wondered, after looking at them, "Now why in the world would Nagi throw all of his posters of Asuka out...?"
"OW OW OW OW OWWWW!!! GODDAMN STUPID NEEDLE!!"
"Why didn't you use my suggestion and use a thimble!"
"Thimbles aren't manly, Farf!"
A normal day in the Schwarz household... or so we thought...
Schuldig and Farfarfello were sitting in Schuldig's room, surrounded by yellow cloth, with Schu sitting on the floor, holding some of it, sewing needle in hand. Farfarfello was sitting on his bed, examining the cloth cutters.
Apparently, Schuldig, our beloved evil telepath was making something.
Hearing the racket, Nagi decided to peek in. "What are you doing, Schu?" he blinked.
Schuldig didn't respond.
"Schuldig?"
Farfarfello responed for the redhead. "Nagi, did you know that Comiket is this weekend?"
"Uh...you don't mean...you're doing cosplay, Schu?"
"Yeah..." Schuldig responded as if it were the stupidest question since 'Why is Bradley such an ass?'.
"Who are you going as?"
Across the apartment, was Bradley, sitting at his desk, getting grey hairs from going over his paper work for the 48th time. His head shot up as he heard a high pitched, girly scream come piercing from the bedrooms. He sprinted from his desk, expecting to see someone in a puddle of blood. What he did see, however, was Nagi huddling in a corner, and the zipping into his room, slamming and locking his door.
"What is going ON?!" he growled at Schuldig and Farfarfello.
That evening, Bradly saw Nagi stuff various large papers into the garbage can. He waited until the boy had stormed back into his room, and walked over to the garbage. He pulled out the crumpled papers, and unfolded them. He wondered, after looking at them, "Now why in the world would Nagi throw all of his posters of Asuka out...?"