oh, quelle chance

I have split ends.

A mistake? Why? -pouts playfully- You know you love me.

Why were you talking to William?

#g: daphne #princessoftheoutpost

You'll never let me live it down now, I can hear it already. /He tries to imitate her accent and voice/ 'You called me pretty that one time,' /He sighed with a smile, his eyes flicking up and down her,/ Oh, I wouldn't say love, darling, /He laughed, as if joking./

Originally, business. Figured I'd bring you up, see what he thought.

Reiner’s eyebrows rose, highly impressed with Saint. The man had wit, he was smart, and there was that darkness that flickered in the back of his eyes. Reiner wasn’t just sexually attracted to him; he was also attracted to his mind and personality.

The soldier made a face, humming in slight argument. “I was never planning on rejecting you.” Reiner said, knowingly stroking the other’s ego. “Quite hard to do when you have a face and a body like that as well as a personality that can go toe to toe with me without flinching.” Reiner stepped closer to disband the safe distance, his hulking form looming over Saint slightly as his smile turned flirtatious. “But what is the fun of just snagging the prey when I can let it run for a little while longer?” Reiner purred, his eyes darting about Saint’s face, highly enjoying this game.

The doctor watched the man carefully as he went on, a small quirk of his eyebrow. He sucked his teeth and gave a half smile with the flattery and pursed his lips to avoid a grin when Reiner mentioned going toe and toe.

His eyes slowly raised to the Austrian's face, sure to take his time in doing so. Reiner was definitely a threat to him, it was long since clear. But there was nothing wrong with a challenge, a rival. His eyes looked towards the table, the corpse, the scalpel before he looked back up at the man. There's more use from him alive than on your table, he assured himself.

He finally returned the smile, devious as his brows raise. "Oh, that's so precious," He purred, leaning towards the other and gently pressing his hand in the middle of the soldier's chest. His next words were a hiss of a flirtatiously threatening whisper, "Comment vous pensez que vous êtes le chasseur."

I have split ends.

I don't think anyone is as pretty as you, Saint. -smiles slightly before scrunching her nose- I think that’s like the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Someone else? Who is this someone else?

#g: daphne #princessoftheoutpost

/He smiled at her kind words, giving a little flick of his head to push his hair back,/ And I'm starting to think it was a mistake, /He laughs,/ Do get all gushy on me, girl,

Take a wild guess.

Reiner watched Saint’s every move, his eyes tracking the other as he walked but never looking away from Saint’s hauntingly blue eyes. Reiner knew when the doctor looked away he was looking at that scalpel he had left precariously on the table. Such a small instrument yet it could make such a clean cut. And what Reiner saw made his smile turn crooked. A flash of darkness; something the other shouldn’t be thinking about but was. The slight, almost unnoticeable red dusting of Saint’s cheeks were telling enough. Whatever he was thinking, it excited him.

"Rather cocky of you to believe I am going to sleep with you." Reiner hummed, not moving from his spot as he continued to look at the man’s face despite the fact Saint seemed to refuse to maintain eye contact after the subtle slip. "What makes you so sure that I even bat for your team, Dr. Saint? Now a-days, flirting and playful banter can be interwoven in people’s dialogue patterns to try to get each other to relax and be calm, let down those high walls just enough to give a peak onto the other side…"

"Ah, that damnable ego of mine." Raphael busied himself fixing his hair as he tried to collect himself, listening as Reiner talked. He scoffed, flipping his hair back and looking to the man finally. "Well," He leaned against the table, sticking his hip out in the motion. "Whether or not you think you bat for my team is really unimportant--it's hardly stopped anyone before," He countered, blue eyes flickering from his chest to face, a touch of a smirk on his lips.

It was interesting, the moment Raphael hesitated, Reiner also seemed to pull back. No doubt his hesitance was noticeable--not telling, he hoped--but noticeable. He wasn't sure if he was ready to give the soldier so much credit, but Reiner could have dropped his interest to make the situation more relieving for the doctor--as if he was not the one backing out.

Which most might people would appreciate, but it made Raphael's blood boil. The idea that someone would be so daring to attempt to make him feel more comfortable... "So you just lead me on, to reject me?" He replied after a brief moment of silence. "Not a great method of forming friendships, sugar."

Reiner’s eyebrows rose, the man’s milky eye and green good one glanced down at the corpse separating them before he gave a soft breathy laugh as he rubbed his stubbled chin and cheek while he casted a sideways cautionary glance towards the door. Reiner would be lying if he said this man wasn’t sexually alluring, but the soldier wasn’t the most open homosexual in the world. Living in a world where even slightly coming off as gay could mean you were out of a job beat any possible outward gay bone from Reiner’s body. Even in this new world, old habits died hard and Reiner wanted to ensure no one could catch the two men if things turned more heated.

"Une déclaration courageux et audacieux de dire à quelqu’un vous ne venez de rencontrer. Même si vous n’avez pas vraiment l’entendez."

#p: reiner #reinerschwartz #uhh #whoops??

"Dois-je pas?" He purred mischievously, finally starting to walk the length of the table. His hand trailed along slowly as he sauntered, rounded the corner. "On m'a dit que je suis un peu trop en avant de temps en temps," He cooed, looking at his hand in mock shyness.

His eyes noticed the scalpel he was using still laying on the table before he looked back to Reiner, which was a mistake. HIs mind became flooded with imagery of him against the man, digging the tool into the the other's throat--a calculated cut to open not to destroy--and Raphael had to blink, stepping back and averting his gaze. The thought excited him nearly as much as the man's voice, and it was certainly problematic.

"But maybe you should buy me a drink first," He stated, hand smoothing through his hair, suddenly unable to look back to Reiner. "Can't have my friends thinking I'm too big of a slut."

brianmolkos

#photo #q

Reiner’s eyes danced playfully at Saint as the man’s alluring french accent swept through the room. The light and oddly sexual drawl of the native French tongue only heightened the feminine quality that was the man before the soldier, only making Reiner more curious about him. “Rather morbid…” Reine reused with a playful grimace, walking slowly over to the autopsy table to close the distance between himself and the smaller male. The rotting corpse was truly the only acting like a wall to prevent Reiner from subtly stepping closer.

The one eyed man gasped softly like what Saint said offend him, holding a hand to his chest as he flashed him a hurt look. “Sie machen mich klingen so banal und langweilig!” The german was smooth and purring, not holding the stereotypical growling or aggression most believed. When flowing from Reiner’s tongue, it was just as beautiful as the French from Saint’s. “Gib mir wenigstens eine Chance, Sie zu beeindrucken, bevor Sie so gelangweilt klingen!”

"A necessary evil," He casually dismissed with a laugh.

A smile found his face at Reiner's reaction. Which the man spoke his native tongue, Raphael's licked his lips, straightening up. He had absolutely no idea what the man had said, but the way they words rolled off his tongue. He really wanted Reiner to never speak in English again, but that would also be problematic, in more ways than communication. "Sensationnel," the doctor mumbled, unable to keep his eyes from traveling down the soldier's body again.

Eyes then flicked to the corpse and then back to Reiner. He grinned, "Si ce table n'a pas été prise, je venais de vous prendre sur elle," he purred, leaning forward before he gazed down to his hands, now pushing against the table and helping him bounce on his toes. "It's a little unfair, though. I have no idea what you're saying. You could have found the sexiest way to shit talk me for all I know."

brookefullerton

"Seeing your work doesn’t prove anything, you could just be lucking your way through it." Brooke told him, she was in no way serious about questioning him, it was obvious enough that he knew exactly what he was doing, but it still grated her that he had bought her ability into question.

Brooke closed her eyes for a second, willing herself to look upon the flesh with out cringing, it was no good however, the smell of it alone was enough to make her gag. “speak for yourself” she told him, leaning away from it “I plan to stay young and alive for ever, ive figured if I can make it this far I can keep it going” she looked up, meeting his gaze, finding it a lot easier to look there than at the mound of flesh between them.

Brooke held his gaze as the flesh was lifted up next to her face, she new that if se looked at it she was likely to gag again, whilst looking at him however she could imagine it was not there and begin to calm down. “Careful, God may only be speculation but im in no hurry to piss him off, not after what’s happened to this shit of a world, find out what caused the disease if you can, but if you cant im going to play it safe.” she took in a deep breath before continuing “As for the apparent beauty, what your showing me is my ending, its a human without anything that really makes it human, its not beautiful, its sad.”

#p: brooke #brookefullerton

His jaw twitched when she said she wanted to be young and alive forever. The thought immediately flashed into his head of dragging a scalpel across her face at the comment. Watch her be so arrogant with an awfully hideous gasp scarred across her face. He combatted the urge with a smile, a disconnected laugh--a mixture between an unbelieving scoff and hysteric giggle.

The doctor stepped back, reminding himself to keep it in check. "You still hold onto a sliver of hope for God in this world?" He scoffed as he closed his fist around the slimy flesh sample, squishing it between his fingers. "Oh, fuck humanity," He replied casually, teetering towards the table with the specimen. His hands ran down the sides of the corpse's head, cupping it's ears, Raphael put his head dangerously close, looking as if he would lick the rotting meat pile. "Sure, our poor darling walker here is dead. Saddening, it's awful. Just as awful as the three girls he raped when he was living," Blue eyes turned back to Brooke, his hands making the carcass's head preform the same motion. His eyes held little mocking now, and more challenge. "I pity you for thinking a human's life is more beautiful than his demise."

I have split ends.

I know how to cut my own hair. I just hate split ends. -smiles slightly- You think I’m pretty?

#g: daphne #princessoftheoutpost #pretty okAY LMAO

Decently pretty. Not as pretty as me, but you're not... god awful. Don't let it go to your head, honey.

But you know... I heard someone else say they thought you were pretty.

Reiner grimaced playfully, shaking his head. “Pity…the French accent seems fitting on you.” The soldier purred, his smile growing wider as his eyes flicked up and down Saint’s form once more.

It was nice to have someone this relaxing to talk to. The playful banter, the subtle flirting, and company that didn’t see him as an immediate threat was rare for Reiner to come by now a days. But then again, it never seemed to bother Reiner when the people he talked to looked at him like an animal that was ready to attack any moment.

The soldier chuckled, dipping his head slightly at Saint. “You are too kind.” He replied, his eyes meeting Saint’s own hypnotizing blue ones. “The army.” He replied with a half truth. “A man in my platoon struck up a deal with me that I would teach him German and he would teach me French when we were overseas.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; just a twisting of the event. Reiner did learn French along with a few other languages when he was in Special Ops, but it was from some quick-learn system that had him learning a new language every week. He did help someone with German, but they never helped him with his understanding of languages.

A giggle left him as he looked down at his shoes, smiling at the ground. He wasn't used to others bringing in as much game as him. Most often shied away or were off put by his forward come-ons--which was mostly his reason for doing it--but this man just threw it right back at him. He licked his lips, looking back up at Reiner, "It is nice, no?" He said, easily slipping into a French accent. A smirk crossed his face as he chuckled, walking on the other side of the metal slab, putting the corpse between him and Reiner, "Maybe I could just kill everyone whose heard me speak and go on as if I've always had it." After the statement, Raphael tilted his head and a looked passed over his eyes--a curious look that almost said he doubted Reiner's accent.

"It wasn't a compliment for you," Raphael scoffed, grinning playfully. "I've yet hear you speak a lick of the language, for all I know, you sound like a strangled pig." The doctor flashed his teeth for a moment, now having compared him to a weasel and a pig. "Oh, the army," He purred with a hint of condescension, leaning forward and propping his elbows on the metal table, resting his head on the back of his wrist--unfazed by the corpse right below his face or filth on his hands. "Just another buzzcut, then? How upsetting," his eyes darted to the corpse, casually picking a maggot from it.

Reiner chuckled, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned against the counter. It wasn’t hard to say that Saint was good looking. He was lithe, youthful looking, and almost feminine in nature while holding onto his masculinity. Really, he was fascinating to the half blind soldier.”I am American by birth.” Reiner replied with a smile. “My Austrian parents taught me German before I spoke English, hence where I get the accent. I have never grown out of it.”

"What about you? You French born?"

Raphael nodded, “Yes, spent the better half of my life there,” the doctor responded, the answer more automatic and dismissive than his previous tone. He scoffed when Reiner said he never grew out of the accent, “Public school helped me grow out of my accent,” He smiled, as if it was more joke than bitter remark.

There was something about the man, Raphael mused, their conversation came strangely easy. It had been quite some time since the doctor took interest in a conversation—which was nothing to do with business. The other took quaintly well to his teasing jabs, yet not infuriating so.

The thought of soiling the man’s white wife beater by smearing his rot covered hands across Reiner’s toned body flashed into his mind. Raphael blinked, averting his gaze to the corpse. “They say French is the sexiest language, but to be honest, I’ve always thought the guttural sound of German to be far sexier,” He purred with a laugh, finally glancing back to Reiner. “And where exactly did you pick up French?”

brookefullerton

"Sounds to me like its not my reliability we should question if that’s how you get your credentials," she told him, her smile fading. Brooke had had more than enough people question her competence in the past half an hour, she didn’t care if the tone of this was joking, it was looking to set her off.

"Yes, I also know the symptoms Acute nasopharyngitis are, but that basic knowledge is a lot easier to pull out of a draw than credentials." She told him, crossing her arms before letting her eyes look him up and down. "Why, are you worried? I don’t see any symptoms on you, and any thing I can’t see already I’m not checking for."

Her eyes followed his fingers with apprehension, Brooke wasn’t one to allow herself to be grossed out, but the corpse in front of her was enough to make the strongest stomach churn. Her whole body tensed up as she saw him lift up the flesh. Taking in a deep breath before answering though clenched teeth “You and I have different understanding of what’s exciting.”

#Saint is like 90% fucking with her tbh #p: Brooke #brookefullerton

He laughed, looking Brooke up and down, "Darling, have you seen my work?" He scoffed at her questioning his creditionals. "There are no papers, no references anymore. Reliablity is based on execution," A pause, and then a rolling of eyes, "Ideally."

He held the chunk of rotten skin in his palm, displaying it to the other, "You don't find it exciting--in the slightest? Not at all inticing?" He elegantly stepped forward, holding the flesh towards her, "A pity, really. You and I and everyone we know will evitably be like this one day, you know," His blue eyes held her gaze intensely as he smiled, "Hopefully not so chewed on, yeah?"

A chuckle came from deep in his throat, "Not to be so grim," He cooed, "But, this'll be all we ever see of our own death. God, heaven, hell, its all speculation. But decay," The distance between them was nearly nothing now, and Raphael was careful to position himself to make it difficult for her to move away from him. He smiled, tilting his head and lifting his brows, "We see it, can study it. We all decay, swell and explode with new life. It's quite beautiful." He extended his arm to her, holding the rotten flesh as if to compare it to the youthful nurse's.

brookefullerton

"I don’t know who I’m going to treat today, how was I know how quickly we’d go through this stuff, nor did I know you where going to do that today." she told him, holding back a smile. "Good, I’m sure I’ve kept my credentials with me simply to prove you wrong."

"I don’t know why anyone hasn’t already thought of it." she told him with a light laugh, loser can drink that." she gestured with her chin to the jar he had just made her fill. "I’m not surprised you work best alone, I cant think of anyone else who can work on that and not throw up.”

#I AM SO SORRY #p: Brooke #brookefullerton

"Oh, well, you know, I have dentistry creditionals," He cooed with a shrug, smirking, "Not because I'm a dentist, I just plucked them out of the dentist office I stayed in. Not so hard to get creditionals, sweetie." He turned back to the corpse, sighing and putting on a pair of gloves again.

"Do you know the symptoms of the Varicella zoster virus?" He casually asked, being generous with the virus he questioned her with. The doctor started to shovel his hands into the torso and drop mounds of rotting waste into a bucket. "Knowledge is far more telling than a piece of paper."

He looked over his shoulder towards her and rubbing his forehead with his forearm, scoffing, "It's definitely an acquired taste." He smirked at her, averting his gaze at the body, his fingers tracing along the skin that still remained on the corpse. "It's never made me want to vomit. I mean, this," his fingers dig into the soft, decaying flesh and he peels back a slimy chuck of it, rubbing it between his fingers. Crystalline eyes dart immediately to the women, to read her face as he grins, "Is rather exciting, no?"

Reiner made a face at being called a ferret. “First you call me old, then you are comparing me to creature belonging to the weasel family?” Reiner clicked his tongue, his playful smile never leaving his face as he maintained eye contact with the man. “Not off to a very good start, sir…”

When the man offered his hand, Reiner easily took it. “Reiner Schwartz.” Reiner replied, his accent growing thicker once he spoke his name. “Êtes-vous français ou avez-vous simplifiez comme appeler les gens petits noms dans différentes langues?” Reiner’s french accent sounded a little…odd mingling with his german one, but he never stumbled over any words or showed any sign of recognizing the language shift as he lifted an eyebrow at Saint.

#p: Reiner #reinerschwartz #ah yes google translate #idk if you know French but #t: Oh #darling #I'm not so pretentious. Yet #you impress me--but you are clearly not French #now are you? German #perhaps?

"Well, there's more where that came from, honey," Raphael replied when Reiner said it was an bad start, holding the man's eye contact with a spreading smile.

The doctor's brows raised when the man slipped into French, laughing behind his hand. "Oh, ma chérie, je ne suis pas prétentieux." He assured with a giggle, easily slipping into the language, his French smooth and fluent. "Pourtant, vous impressionner moi - mais vous êtes clairement pas le français, maintenant vous êtes? Allemand, peut-être?" His lip twitched into a wider, sideward smile.

Reiner chuckled softly, setting aside the jar before he pulled out his dirtied handkerchief to wipe away the decay slime from his calloused hands and forearms. “Older? Is my age really that apparent?” Reiner mused playfully, flashing the man a crooked smirk that bared his gold capped tooth. “Here I was thinking I still looked like I was in my early twenties….”

The soldier could feel the other man’s eyes on him, taking in his dressed down look that showed the basic military pants, boots, and wife beater that hugged the man’s fit chest to leave almost nothing to the imagination. Reiner shook his head, turning to face the other. “I am just exploring to get a full layout of the town and it’s main buildings.” Reiner replied simply, his accent showing through the meticulous way he spoke. “I apologize if I ruined your specimen with my poking about.”