Now I think about it, building a fake waterfall is so pretentious ... but then again, thuringia was home to a shitton of poets. What do we even expect.
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Ship: Abeda
Human AU/Mafia AU
Buy Me a Coffee
“I wonder how many litres of water go down here” Abel said, looking down the small waterfall.
“I am pretty sure it said it somewhere” Frida replied, looking down as well. “But I can’t be assed to look it up now. I would have to snail downstairs and then –“
“Snail? Snail downstairs?” Abel laughed and Frida grinned:
“Yes, snail! It is the perfect verb for when you have to go down the slippy stairs!”
“Snail is not a verb.”
“Well it is now, you killjoke. German, language of the thinkers and poets!” the Thuringian gave back. “Two of the most important poets were actually from my state sooo … I bet Goethe would have approved.”
“Actually, Goethe was hessian” he gave back. “And Schiller was Bade or Swabian or I can’t be assed to remember it right. Baden-Württemberger.”
She squinted at the hessian: “Well, is it called Hessian Classic or Badener Classic or Swabian Classic? Stop being jealous just because you have been born in a lame state.”
“At least I am no Ossi.”
“Arroganter Wessi Sack.”
He laughed, it was a laugh coming from deep inside his throat and she grinned.
“At least I am working for an agency that does her job” Abel said and she stared at him with an open mouth before grabbing his arm:
“Is Mister BND getting on his high horse here? In front of the V-Lady? That’s how my boyfriend treats me? Have you also ever wondered how high the waterfall is?”
“Are you implying you want to throw me down there?”
He grabbed her at her waist and lifted her up: “Could you even lift me?”
She laughed and hit him gently on the shoulder, causing him to let her down.
“You and your impressive muscles win this round” she giggled and he joined, both just laughing for the next few seconds.
“Well then, young lady, what do you think of snailing downstairs and then finding a nice café?”
“Oh, my dearest sir, that sounds like such a lovely idea!”
