"Sometimes I think Crawford has a split personality."
Schuldrich mused to himself, alone in his room. His thoughts continued as he ran his fingers through his long wild orange hair.
"I mean, first, you have the all mighty stick shoved up his ass, cold, sadistic, leader, named Crawford…and then, buried somewhere underneath you have a soft, sensitive scared boy that Crawford once was, and now hides and protects. That's Brad. Everybody only sees Crawford and I'm pretty sure that's how he wants it. However, Brad does slip out from time to time, a look, a mannerism, mostly when one of us gets hurt or that split second when a vision hits him. Or when he's tired or just waking up. Heh, I guess Brad comes out more often then Crawford's comfortable with. I bet that's why he hates it when people call him Brad or Bradley 'cause deep down he feels he technically isn't."
The tall German smirked at the thought.
"Another difference between the two is that I belive that Brad would be cute. Unbearably Cute with a capital C, while Crawford is dangerous. I guess in sex terms, Crawfie is definitely seme. I mean, being so damn dominant and all…but I think Brad would actually be uke, maybe just for contrast…me? I don't mind either…mwhwha—~cough~
He sighed and shook his head, those thoughts were giving him some very naughty ideas about the object of his observation.
" Ahem, I wonder what happened to sepora---no, never mind, I think I can guess. Our whole life, the training, killing, and the games we play, that's what happened. That's what drove the two apart. Was Crawford just a mask that you've worn so long Brad that you've forgotten how to take it off? I know that you can. I've seen it. You know Crawford; I kinda wanna meet Brad someday, though I doubt very much that you'd let that happen, ne? I want to see past that front you put up and see –you-, not the mask I face every day."
A crisp knock on the door interrupted Schuldrich's thoughts. He lightly scanned the hallway, grinning when the almost silence of the mind told him who it was. Crawford. Fun times have come again as it gave him a chance to play his favorite game, taunt the oracle, or as it was better known, annoy the American. ^^ Schuldrich got up, and opened the door, stretching his long languid limbs as he went.
"Hey Braddy" he drawled, leaning on the doorframe, gazing at the ebony haired man in front of him. Crawford glared back from behind the protection of his ever-present glasses.
"Don't call me that. Get down to the car, we have a mission." Was all that he said, spinning smartly on his heel and walking away. Fully confident that Schuldrich would follow. Which the telepath did at a much slower pace of course.
"Misssioooooon?" he whined, "But Braddy!! Its Saturday night…what kinda mission would we have on the one night you'd think we should get off?"
"The usual. Go in, kill target, get a disk…you know the drill." Came the reply as Crawford disappeared down the hallway to collect Nagi and Farfarello from they're respective haunts.
Schuldrich mused to himself, alone in his room. His thoughts continued as he ran his fingers through his long wild orange hair.
"I mean, first, you have the all mighty stick shoved up his ass, cold, sadistic, leader, named Crawford…and then, buried somewhere underneath you have a soft, sensitive scared boy that Crawford once was, and now hides and protects. That's Brad. Everybody only sees Crawford and I'm pretty sure that's how he wants it. However, Brad does slip out from time to time, a look, a mannerism, mostly when one of us gets hurt or that split second when a vision hits him. Or when he's tired or just waking up. Heh, I guess Brad comes out more often then Crawford's comfortable with. I bet that's why he hates it when people call him Brad or Bradley 'cause deep down he feels he technically isn't."
The tall German smirked at the thought.
"Another difference between the two is that I belive that Brad would be cute. Unbearably Cute with a capital C, while Crawford is dangerous. I guess in sex terms, Crawfie is definitely seme. I mean, being so damn dominant and all…but I think Brad would actually be uke, maybe just for contrast…me? I don't mind either…mwhwha—~cough~
He sighed and shook his head, those thoughts were giving him some very naughty ideas about the object of his observation.
" Ahem, I wonder what happened to sepora---no, never mind, I think I can guess. Our whole life, the training, killing, and the games we play, that's what happened. That's what drove the two apart. Was Crawford just a mask that you've worn so long Brad that you've forgotten how to take it off? I know that you can. I've seen it. You know Crawford; I kinda wanna meet Brad someday, though I doubt very much that you'd let that happen, ne? I want to see past that front you put up and see –you-, not the mask I face every day."
A crisp knock on the door interrupted Schuldrich's thoughts. He lightly scanned the hallway, grinning when the almost silence of the mind told him who it was. Crawford. Fun times have come again as it gave him a chance to play his favorite game, taunt the oracle, or as it was better known, annoy the American. ^^ Schuldrich got up, and opened the door, stretching his long languid limbs as he went.
"Hey Braddy" he drawled, leaning on the doorframe, gazing at the ebony haired man in front of him. Crawford glared back from behind the protection of his ever-present glasses.
"Don't call me that. Get down to the car, we have a mission." Was all that he said, spinning smartly on his heel and walking away. Fully confident that Schuldrich would follow. Which the telepath did at a much slower pace of course.
"Misssioooooon?" he whined, "But Braddy!! Its Saturday night…what kinda mission would we have on the one night you'd think we should get off?"
"The usual. Go in, kill target, get a disk…you know the drill." Came the reply as Crawford disappeared down the hallway to collect Nagi and Farfarello from they're respective haunts.