canon is johannes cabal :|

[soulcontracts]

You could at least do me the respect of re-reading the damned books first.

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[soulcontracts]

[ And Johannes simply carefully inspects his very well-kept nails. They have to stay short; getting scrapes of skin and organ beneath them is just unsanitary. ]

Again: I fail to see how any of this is your business in the slightest.

[whatwas]

Well, I like to know how much humanity you have left sloshing around that little blackened soul of yours.

[soulcontracts]

[ He balls that hand into a loose fist, pressing it to his chest as if experiencing heart pain.

Blandly: ]

And there it goes, shriveling a little more with every insult.

[whatwas]

That was merely an observation. How pristine can your soul be after being used as Satan's silly putty?

[soulcontracts]

Likely in better shape than yours, all things considered.

[whatwas]

Let's not point fingers.

Do you think they'll give us bunk beds? I always did want one of those, when we were young.

[soulcontracts]

[ Alright, he's managed strained banter up until now, but he can't abide the thought of sharing bunk beds with Horst. ]

That is not happening. I'm vetoing it right now.

[whatwas]

Would you prefer sharing a room with some stranger? I doubt they'll let you get away with murder, there.

[And he does mean murder, not some exaggerated turn of phrase. Johannes doesn't kill without reason, but Horst would bet that close quarters with someone annoying could be 'reason'.]

[soulcontracts]

I'm going to have my own room. [ Or house, if he can have any say in it. There is absolutely no question in his voice. ] It's pointless to discuss otherwise.

[whatwas]

And you know where I'll be.

[Because there is no way that Horst is trusting his body to anyone else during the day.]

[soulcontracts]

[ An impassive look. ]

Should I care where you are?

[ He wouldn't trust anyone else to Horst's body, either. ]

[whatwas]

Yes. I'd hate to get dust in your lungs if you pulled open the wrong trunk.

[soulcontracts]

When are you coming from?

[ Not 'where.'

Johannes is genre-savvy, ok. ]

[whatwas]

Just after my left arm started drifting away in the breeze.

I assume you're coming from later?

[soulcontracts]

A day or two, I suppose.

[ .. more like a year or two but whatever. ]