Interlude: Kitten on the Doorstep

Schuldig reeled as he Portalled back into his flat. Busy night. He'd found a target on a dance floor Farfarello had been looking for and killed the guy himself out of some urge to finish the dance. After they'd dumped the body and Schuldig had turned down a cut of the reward money, they'd danced and drank for hours before returning to Farfarello's place for dirtier dancing. Schuldig hadn't been this hungover in a long time. Farfie could drink. Schu had easier times with other people's hangovers than his own; the nausea wasn't so bad, for one thing. Farf had entertained himself by trying to gross Schu out once they woke up, so it was time to go.

Shit, he had nothing edible in his own flat, and he knew he'd be hungry later. Grocery shopping. Blaaah. He hated it. He needed minions, dammit.

Schu didn't bother showering or changing; he just put his darkest sunglasses and a heavier coat on before leaving. But as he reached the front door he felt a familiar presence outside: Aya.

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