oh noooooooo what is this muse doing awake

[polishedpoison]

... Miss Mundane, was it? I didn't imagine that I would be seeing you again so soon. Then again, perhaps I should've known; you've always been, to put it bluntly, easily bought with promise of certain "threads."

You'll forgive me if I seem a bit testy; you see, the last time that I was held within prison walls, I was at least allowed the courtesy of having access to books, and to my mail. Simple human luxuries as they were, they were preferable to spending weeks-- nay, months locked away in the depths of the mind of a capricious young sexual deviant, with no contact with the outside world, nor any way to entertain or, at the very least, distract myself.

But it seems that, after all this time, I will be seeing none other than my own brother soon. How... thoughtful of you. It would almost be touching, were it not for the subtext that I know this meeting holds. [he clicks his tongue.] Honestly, calling it "subtext" is being rather generous.

[he smiles, something dangerously cold about how nonchalant his next statement is.]

Oh, but you were right about one thing: the two of you truly are terrible, terrible human beings.

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[pfauenrad]

...I don't understand what you're talking about at all.

[Klavier, not really thrilled to be admitting that. Speaking of not thrilled:]

I'm already in one kettle of fish, I don't need two.

[polishedpoison]

So I've heard. And a large portion of my lady mundane's plans involve sending me into that "kettle" alongside you.

[pfauenrad]

Wait--

--what?

No. No, absolutely not.

[Oh shit son, serious and sincere Klavier is go.]

You don't deserve this.

[polishedpoison]

[at first, Kristoph looks... shocked? if only for a flicker before his mask settles back into place. he smiles.]

Our mundanes seem to disagree with you. And, unfortunately... they're the ones with the ultimate say in the matter.

[pfauenrad]

[What was that look for? Cue a slightly quizzical look that lasts about an entire second.]

That doesn't make it okay.

[He's actually pissed, wow. He grinds his teeth.]

You don't know what you're going into.

wow this icon sure is creepy

[polishedpoison]

On the contrary, I know quite a lot about it. You seem to think that my mundane's mind is some kind of sanctuary, but, believe you me... I'm well aware of what I'm going into. And, more than that, I'm aware of the kinds of things that she intends to do with me.