#soldieringwithscience

[krankenklaus]

@soldieringwithscience 

Another sleepless night. Of course he could take sleeping pills, but he was generally against them. While they helped one sleep, they also disturbed the sleep cycle. It was often best to fall asleep naturally. 

But he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. It was late and he felt tired but his mind couldn’t shut off. Johann gently rubbed against him, asking for a belly rub and Klaus obliged, but even his cat’s soft purrs couldn’t lull him to sleep. 

Tea sometimes helped. Having something warm in his stomach felt comforting. Klaus tried to rouse himself out of his warm cat-filled bed to go to the kitchen. 

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Eli wasn’t quite with it, clearly, and it told by the look on her face as she stared at Pascal through half squinted eyes. So tired... Were they talking?

Her fingers crawled up toward the neck of the jacket that was near her cheek and slowly gripped the fabric slightly more, showing an expression that she was desperate to keep it just a little longer. Bloodstains be damned.

“Nuu... Mine.” She pleaded in her stupor. “Just a lil’ while longer.”

[kritzhaus]

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16. Using a spoon as a microphone   @soldieringwithscience

“Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go! Let--“

Ludwig stopped the moment he realised he was no longer alone, blinking owlishly at the other scientist. After a moment processing that he’d just been interrupted--a look of mild offence coloured the doctor’s features.

“What does it look like I’m doing!” Ludwig’s voice a a little hoarse, likely from belting out over half of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. He rather sheepishly dunked the wooden spoon back into a bowl of batter, as if Pascal hadn’t noticed his loud singing.

Mind you, he was quite a good singer.

Barely waiting for Pascal’s response, Ludwig held up the bowl and tipped it forwards to show the Soldier--almost pouring the contents onto the counter.

“I’m baking!”

[redbritishsniper]

✧ - I can’t think of a way for our characters to interact (Gonna be honest, I'm just bad at writing starters for opposite-team characters for whatever reason but I really want to RP with you!)

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[redheav]

@soldieringwithscience​ continued from X

With a small nod, Misha set the kettle atop the small stove over the fire. He then pushed up from his kneeling position into a standing one with a grunt, rolling his shoulders as he reached his full height. The cold made anyone’s bones ache--even his.

The other’s question hadn’t gone ignored, the big man simply wanted to show Pascal rather than tell them. Misha reached for a small (at least in his hands) box that he’d set on the coffee table and opened it up, revealing half a dozen different types of tea.

Each one was neatly packaged in coloured paper. Yellow for chamomile, green for mint. One type labelled ‘Earl Grey’ was noticeably not as full as the others, likely Misha’s favourite.

“You chose.” He said, offering the box to Pascal

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Abigail wrinkled her nose. Generosity? Everyone on her team treated her like she was the weakest member of the team. She was, but they didn’t have to rub it in her face. 

“Y’know what I think? I think maybe you’ve been watchin’ too many Christmas movies. You’re just imaginin’ all that.” 

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“That’s what I would like to know!” The doctor notoriously lacked perception, so it was lucky that even in the darkened room he’d noticed the other scientist in the bed just before trying to sit on it.

Of course, Ludwig would never assume that he was the one walking into the wrong room. But in this case, he actually was in the right room.

The one time he’d actually thought to go to bed on at a reasonable hour and it was when somebody had pouched it. At least he didn’t mind Pascal. 

He leant forward to lightly swat at Pascal with the back of his hand, like trying to nudge a cat out of the way, “Move over bitte, I want to take my boots.”

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