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[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

[Humming an old German lullaby, walking.]

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[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was just sitting there. Being... confused. He decided to go with this guy instead of Yzma, but he already forgot why.]

Hah, that song's making me sleepy!

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

It's supposed to, Kronk. Don't worry about it.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was going just a little cross-eyed, since he was all kinds of tired. It didn't make the poor guy look any smarter.]

...Do you...uh. [Blinking.] Do you really think Yzma's that bad?

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

I really do. I know she is. Come with me, Kronk. I promise you won't regret it.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Okay... if...uh. If you think so. [Kronk wasn't that good at thinking for himself. Hopefully it was going to go better this time?]

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

Then we'll look into a proper education for you. You'll need it to independant. [This will work, this time. He'll make sure of it.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk didn't understand why he needed new clothes. These where almost new! And a good education was only for the very wealthy.]

What's wrong with my clothes? [Not angry, just... genuinely not understanding it.]

hope you don't mind late tags?

[strikingblue.livejournal.com]

[Kurt's ears perk up at that, recognizing the song. He peers over the edge of a building at the man walking and humming, a smile coming to his face. It has been awhile since he heard that tune.

He follows along the edge on all "fours", keeping pace]

Not at all. <3

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

[Schmidt's superhuman hearing picks up the crunch of the ice atop the roof, but he doesn't think anything of it. Cities don't sleep nowadays and there's nowhere to truly be alone. He continues the tune, not even realizing he's still doing it.]

yay \o/

[strikingblue.livejournal.com]

[If he were to look up, there might be a silhouette for a moment of a crawling man...with a pointed tail flicking behind him.

He's also starting to hum quietly to himself, enjoying the memory of the song.]

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

[At the humming, he does look up. There's a moment where he's startled, of course, by Kurt's appearance. But he's not so pretty himself under the mask of humanity he wears, so he doesn't shy away from him. Instead, he smiles and calls out to him.]

Are you from Germany as well, sir?

[strikingblue.livejournal.com]

[Kurt hesitates, considering teleporting for a moment...but thinks that perhaps the man cannot see him clearly in the dark and answers in his thick accent] Ja, I am. I haf not heardt dhat song in avhile.

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

We're a long way from home. Sometimes, music is the only familiar thing I have. But perhaps the season is just making me lonely. My name is Johann. And you are?

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was just sitting there. Being... confused. He decided to go with this guy instead of Yzma, but he already forgot why.]

Hah, that song's making me sleepy!

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

It's supposed to, Kronk. Don't worry about it.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was going just a little cross-eyed, since he was all kinds of tired. It didn't make the poor guy look any smarter.]

...Do you...uh. [Blinking.] Do you really think Yzma's that bad?

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

I really do. I know she is. Come with me, Kronk. I promise you won't regret it.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Okay... if...uh. If you think so. [Kronk wasn't that good at thinking for himself. Hopefully it was going to go better this time?]

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

Then we'll look into a proper education for you. You'll need it to independant. [This will work, this time. He'll make sure of it.]

hope you don't mind late tags?

[strikingblue.livejournal.com]

[Kurt's ears perk up at that, recognizing the song. He peers over the edge of a building at the man walking and humming, a smile coming to his face. It has been awhile since he heard that tune.

He follows along the edge on all "fours", keeping pace]

Not at all. <3

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

[Schmidt's superhuman hearing picks up the crunch of the ice atop the roof, but he doesn't think anything of it. Cities don't sleep nowadays and there's nowhere to truly be alone. He continues the tune, not even realizing he's still doing it.]

yay \o/

[strikingblue.livejournal.com]

[If he were to look up, there might be a silhouette for a moment of a crawling man...with a pointed tail flicking behind him.

He's also starting to hum quietly to himself, enjoying the memory of the song.]

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

[At the humming, he does look up. There's a moment where he's startled, of course, by Kurt's appearance. But he's not so pretty himself under the mask of humanity he wears, so he doesn't shy away from him. Instead, he smiles and calls out to him.]

Are you from Germany as well, sir?

[strikingblue.livejournal.com]

[Kurt hesitates, considering teleporting for a moment...but thinks that perhaps the man cannot see him clearly in the dark and answers in his thick accent] Ja, I am. I haf not heardt dhat song in avhile.

[nobler-red.livejournal.com]

We're a long way from home. Sometimes, music is the only familiar thing I have. But perhaps the season is just making me lonely. My name is Johann. And you are?