An eye for an envelope...? (Backdated a couple days)

[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig has been slowly - much more so than he'd like - recuperating from the wounds Nagi gave him during his teammate's run-in with Raven's Blood, and probably low-level harassing everyone in his house into the bargain. (Not nearly up to his usual standards, but it's unwise to make anyone too violent toward you while you can't walk without

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[bittermayfly]

[Oh he doesn't even bother saying anything on the phone - he just heads right over to Schuldig's house, lets himself in, and flings a chair right at his head.]

[have_your_lives]

[Yeah, the telepathy was definitely a good investment; Schuldig ducks because he doesn't need another concussion from Nagi.] Overreacting much?

[bittermayfly]

[The point wasn't to hit him, just to prove his annoyance. Nagi will settle for shoving Schuldig backwards.]

Nobody else needs to know that.

[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig staggers back a step or two, then recovers, with a slight huff.] I didn't notice you being all that considerate about my losing an eye. [Beyond making sure he didn't bleed out. But they're not counting that, of course.]

[rulethegame]

Lost his hair, hmm? My my, the post office is more dastardly than I thought.

[have_your_lives]

Amusingly enough, he didn't lose the hair on his head. [Can you tell Schuldig is incredibly entertained by this? Because he's terrible at hiding it.]

[rulethegame]

[Joshua lets out an incredibly amused giggle. Schuldig's not the only one terrible at hiding it.]

Really? He should consider himself lucky. Plenty of people would pay big money for that kind of service.

[have_your_lives]

It's too bad there's no reliable way to tailor your results at the post office, or all the housewives would be going there.