Day 24, Afternoon

[ic_conrad]

After Saralegui made him look oh so pretty and finer than he already was, he made good on his promise to Gunter and went to his apartments to pay him a visit. He couldn't wait to show off his outfit to everyone! And Gunter's opinion definitely included everyone

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[icu_gunter]

Gunter awoke with murder on his mind.

He stirred, opened his eyes and blinked lazily. Joints popped in a satisfying way as he stretched. That voice yelling outside his door...that dolt Conrart, no doubt. How irritating. Gunter smiled. Time to take care of it. He got up and stripped quickly, switching his sleeping garments for more serviceable ones, dark cloth so that the stains wouldn't show. He tucked a couple of daggers in his boots, a length of fine wire in his pocket, and checked that his little razor was hidden in his sleeve.

With his hair still tangled about his face, he opened the door and gave Conrart a manic smile.

[ic_conrad]

Conrad's smile slipped as Gunter presented himself. That wouldn't do; Gunter had been his teacher, and that hair...

Just....NO. One must always make themselves presentable when present oneself to others!

"You must be quite ill, my friend," he offered up as an excuse. That must be it. Please agree. Please.

[icu_gunter]

"Oh, no," Gunter said sweetly. "I'm not ill at all. I feel fine. Perfectly fine." He smiled some more. "What can I do for you?" He rubbed the cloth of his sleeve between his fingers.

[ic_conrad]

"I came to visit as promised." He grinned. 'Please fix your hair, please fix your hair!' He said mentally.

Gunter was pleased to see him, that much was obvious. "I am going to go into town soon, but I knew you wanted to see me."

[ic_conrad]

Conrad made a face at the garment as though it were something vile. And that it was. There was no way he was putting it on his person, or even touching it.

"Absolutely not. You wound me with how little you value me to try to hand me such a thing!"

He stepped back to keep the cloth and Gunter out of his space. "I will be going. Try to pass that on to some other fashionless fool."

[icu_gunter]

To hell with it!

"Conrart, some of you hair is sticking up. Let me cut it for you," and Gunter swung the axe.

[ic_conrad]

Conrad's reflexes were, thankfully, as sharp as ever, and he jumped back out of the way. His sword was unsheathed and in his hand immediately.

"Jealousy looks very ugly on you, Gunter."

[icu_gunter]

Jealousy? Was he serious? Gunter lunged forward and shattered the mirror with a careless backhand of the axe. He swung again, absently mulling over what Conrart had said. Good heavens, why would Conrart think he was jealous? Jealous of what, exactly? Oh, well, he could think about it later. He screamed out loud and went for the throat.

[ic_conrad]

Since it was obvious he was going to end up with marks anyway, he thrashed against Gunter more violently. If he could just get that razor a little further away from his neck...

[icu_gunter]

More blood slid down the blade. Gunter growled in frustration. Finally, he drew back his head and snapped his forehead down in a Liverpool kiss.

[ic_conrad]

Conrad's vision went blurry for a moment and pain began to radiate from his head at the impact. He groaned in pain, but focused on keeping the blade away from his neck.

"Gunter," He spat hatefully, and brought up his free arm up for a punch to Gunter's face.

[icu_gunter]

Gunter yelped as Conrart's fist struck his ear. The mother of all headaches began. He decided to change tactics. He ducked slightly and tucked his head under Conart's chin, putting his weight against Conrart's oesophagus in the hope of suffocating the younger man.