Sitting like that on the floor, back against the wall, leisurely licking a knife, looking thoughtful, he seemed really content with life. His thoughts may have mainly revolved around God and ways of hurting Him, but there was still such peacefulness to the scene.
However, it was a peacefulness that quickly bored Schuldig, where he was standing in the door, out of his mind. He wanted a mission, or someone to torture, something to do. He'd never get used to just hanging around doing absolutely nothing. Farfarello on the other hand could sit in a corner for days with only his knives as company without feeling bored for a single second...
"Fucking psychopath."
The psychopath in question unhurriedly woke up from his reveries and looked over at his teammate, a fervent glint in his single amber eye.
"No one to kill today either I'm afraid," Schuldig answered, immediately removing the eagerness from the other man's features.
"God will suffer," Farfarello calmly stated.
The German looked amused.
"And making it impossible for the rest of us to watch TV hurts God?"
He didn't get any answer, as the Irishman had already returned to lavishing all his care and attention on an especially vicious looking pointy little dagger-thingy, forgetting completely about the redhead.
Schuldig sighed. What would he have to do to be noticed around here? And what was so great about those knives anyway? He had to admit to being a bit curious. The psycho would never take a single step without them.
He walked up to the daydreaming man on the floor, tapping him lightly on the shoulder in an attempt to get his attention. It worked better than he had expected. Farfarello had obviously been so into his ruminations that he hadn't been aware of anyone approaching and jumped at the redhead's touch, causing the sharp knife to cut into his lower lip. He didn't even seem to notice, but Schuldig suddenly found himself strangely fascinated by the small drop of blood tentatively growing larger on the other man's lip. Without thinking further about it he quickly leaned in and licked it off, lingering on the metallic taste... When stepped back again Farfarello gave him a surprised look.
"You had some blood there," the Schuldig found himself compelled to clarify.
"Oh..." The younger man seemed fully content with that explanation and absently licked his lip as his thoughts returned to God and suffering and death and whatever else usually occupied his mind.
Schuldig slowly shook his head, leaving the room. He probably just needed a cigarette.