"Schuldig. Why is Farfarello carving hearts into the walls of his cell?" Crawford stood against the door frame with his arms crossed and his usual anal look on his face.

"What makes you think *I* had anything to do with that, Bradums?"

"Don't fuck with me, Schuldig. Your names means *guilty* and that's just what you are."

So now everything is my fault because of my name?

Get outta my mind and answer me.

"Do you have proof that Farfie's new found luv for hearts is my doing?" Schuldig asked inocently as he continued to paint the walls of his room a light green.

"Well, maybe the fact that those hearts have the letter 'S' in them has something to do with my train of thought..."

"I did *not*, and I'm telling you the truth, did NOT enter his mind and convince him to do that."

"I said, stay out of my brain, Schu!"

"Can I help it if you think too loud?!"

Crawford glared at the red-head and scowled, "Then tell me why Farfarello would want to start carving up his walls with hearts on his own free will?"

"The man is crazy."

"That's true, but you are hiding something from me, and I know you are because yesterday I saw you kiss him."

"I didn't kiss him yesterday."

"You did today, but I saw it *yesterday*. Do you get what I'm saying?"

Schuldig stoped painting and put down the brush, "Why is this such a big deal to you? You know very well that Farf *is* capable of such things as emotion. And if he happens to fall for someone, weather it be love or lust, don't you think it hypocritical of you to be against it... I know you have eyes for the brat!"

"Leave Nagi out of this."

"Then leave Farfie alone."

Just then, said Irishman walked into the room.

"Leave me alone?"

"Schuldig, when you're done painting in here, you are ordered to seal the carvings in Farfarello's walls and re-paint them white." Crawford left the room, pushing the one eyed man out of his way as he went.

"What was that all about?"

"Brad's shoved a stick up his own ass because he thinks that you shouldn't carve up the walls." Schu replied as he picked up the brush again and started painting once more.

"He came in my room and took away my blue handled knife."

Schuldig shrugged.

"I don't like to be punished." Farfarello stated as if reciting the weather.

"No one ever does..." Schu added, "Why did you carve up the walls? You know Brad gets pissed when *his* apartment is 'defaced'?"

"Room needed to be decorated."

"Farf... you only have a mat in there and a box full of knives... that's not a room..."

"You decorate your room..."

"That's because I'm in here a lot. You are rarely ever in *your* room."

"Oh."

"Wanna kiss me again?"

"Like we did this morning?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

The two men kissed eachother again.

Why do I like to do this with Schuldig?

Schu broke the kiss, eyes wide.

"What?"

"Farfie! You thought something!"

"Uh..." whatever

"Farf, man! You aren't saying everything you think the moment you think it!"

"I couldn't... my mouth was busy." Farfarello looked confused at the estatic red head.

"Maybe you aren't completely gone upstairs!" Will you talk to me like this?

"Why?"

Because then we could talk to eachother right in front of Bradley with out him hearing us! It could be fun...

Farfarello could here the smirk in his mind from Schu. Okay, Schu. Do you hear me?

Yes... the thought was purred.

I like your mind's voice. Farfarello thought to Schu.

Farfie? Do you feel different when you are around me?

Yes.

How so?

"Love."

Schuldig's jaw dropped for the second time that day. Farfarello said love without cringing.

"I love you Schuldig. And God hates that because I enjoy being with you. God hates my enjoyments."

"Let's give God something to cry about..." Schu dropped the paintbrush and pushed Farfarello out of his room and into Farf's cell.

"Why in here?"

"No one likes to come near here anyway..." Schu wispered as he kissed along Farfarello's jaw line.

I get it now.

That's the idea! Schuldig mentally giggled.

In The Other Room...

"Crawford, why has Schuldig been quiet all day? He hasn't even bothered anyone really and is working!" Nagi looked adoribly perplexed.

"Schuldig found a new way to repulse me... he fell in love."

"What?! And that required him to paint his room and pick out curtains? Who the hell is it?"

"Farfarello."

Every cabnet in the kitchen exploded as the mental shock caused Nagi to shatter everything.

"Damnit Nagi!"

"Gomen Nasai..."

"No, I know you can't help it when you are shocked... this is my fault." Crawford started to sweep up the glass shards from plates, glasses, and silverwears covering the ground.

What a strange twist of fate for the whole group...

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