#forensicenthusiast

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Imagine that gif of george bush dodging the bottle...

(is this klavier dodging ema)

[ honestly? yes ]

[kirihitc]

You have a smelly butt

{{ Ｔｈｅ ｌａｗ ｉｓ ＡＢＳＯＬＵＴＥ

             ❝And I suppose your                     --ahem--              derriere is like flowers?❞

[kirihitc]

I bet you don't even know how to cook, you just eat dog food with vongole--ya' shit ass

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              ❝I can cook decently well for myself--❞                so he assumes; he never cooks more than                                 basic dishes, anyway,            ❝--and even if I could not, I could afford to eat                                  out every meal, anyway.                              What a ridiculous, uninspired notion!❞

[achtungx]

forensicenthusiast replied to your post.

it’s a party of excessive accents

imagine ema walking in while they’re hanging out. if klavier wasn’t foppish enough on his own

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forensicenthusiast replied to your post:Things I need in life: a thread where Kristoph...

(but Kristoph having a devious plot with this scenario but immediately getting caught because of the lacking spray-tan.)

him sighing aggressively in private because he just can’t throw german words into a fucking english sentence without internally ROLLING HIS EYES

him being generally terrible at singing and feigning a sore throat to get out of it

him failing miserably at air guitar

[achtvngbaby]

( continued from here! @forensicenthusiast​ )

“But it’s so ugly,” he moaned, unable to maintain his already flimsy air of professionalism. He leaned his weight onto the scientist as she leaned over the crime scene before them. 

“How am I ever going to be seen again in public like this?!”

[tanguitar-archive-blog]

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☢: How would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse?  (I was actually thinking about a zombie apocalypse au earlier you read my mind).

OKAY SO Klavier would stay in his apartment for as long as possible…but, obviously, he’d have to leave at some point or another because supplies are going to run out eventually. He’d have a little difficultly initially– he’s got two dogs to take with him (because he’ll be damned if he’s leaving either of them alone to die/fend for themselves in this mess) and I doubt he carries many weapons within his apartment, if at all. He’s never owned a gun (although he has fired them and had training, which would come in handy for later on if he came across one by chance) and the most likely weapon for him would be some sort of bat or- as a last resort- a piece of music equipment until he can find something better. Klavier packs everything he knows he’s going to need- food, water, clothing, all the medical supplies he has- and bundles them into the car because he knows for a fact his best bet is to find somewhere safer. He drives for a few days until he can find a safe spot (likely picking up one or two people along the way, offering help however he can) and then remains there until an actual plan of action can be thought up/someone comes to help them (or, worst case scenario, they all die and become infected. Wild).

A lot of shit would happen during those days, though. He’d have to stop at varying points to get more fuel/pick up supplies, which naturally involves him having to fight off zombies (likely a few of which he recognizes) and barely escaping without being bitten or losing anything he needed to get. He cuts his hair at some point because it’s one less thing to maintain (though for months after that he still regrets it/goes to play with the ponytail that doesn’t exist anymore). His usual swagger dies out. He doesn’t make as many jokes. He likely wouldn’t do much at all if any of his pets died. He’d survive, but even after that he wouldn’t be the same, and I think the same would apply for pretty much everyone that got caught up in it. That shit would be traumatizing. 

[objectingtoobjections]

@forensicenthusiast

It wasn’t easy to find her- that much was certain beyond any sort of doubt. How one woman could travel from place to place so rapidly without providing any time for conversation astounded him as well as frustrated him. After all, he needed to snag her- just this once.

Finally, by pure chance alone, he caught her alone in the lounge room at the precinct, kicking a vending machine. With a soft chuckle, he strode over and gave the box a hard knock, three bags falling where one would have sufficed. “There. Better? Ah... You are the girl who Klavier hates, yes?”