"If I'm so impossible to be around, then why the FUCK don't you just go someplace else?"
"I'm working," came the dismissive answer. That seemed to be the prevailing response lately.
A knife went flying through the air, dangerously close to Schuldig's head. It crashed into the computer screen and suddenly Nagi wasn't working anymore.
"Really?" Schuldig smirked, brushing a few shards of glass off his sleeve. Farfarello just laughed, looking unbelievably proud of himself.
"What the FUCK did you have him do that for?" Nagi yelled at the redhead, finally getting upset.
Schuldig made a mockingly innocent face at his younger colleague. "Me? I didn't do anything..." For once that was actually true - he hadn't done anything, but it was so much more fun to make Nagi believe he had.
"So you're saying he was just RANDOMLY throwing a knife and it just HAPPENED to hit my computer?"
Nagi had got himself really worked up now. Schuldig grinned. This could be entertaining.
The redhead shrugged, nodding towards Farfarello. "Well, he isn't the most mentally balanced person in the world," he replied, flashing the Irishman a huge smile. Farfarello was practically beaming now. "Who knows why he does anything?"
"I make God suffer," Farfarello pitched in, sounding a bit offended that Schuldig would doubt his motives.
"Oh, right... How could I forget?" Schuldig rolled his eyes. "The destruction of your computer screen hurt God," he smugly proclaimed, turning to Nagi.
"You're just as fucked up as he is!" the telekinetic angrily stated, sorrowfully overlooking what used to be a fully working and rather modern computer. Maybe not state-of-the-art, but still... he liked it. How was he supposed to finish getting that information for Schwarz now? Sighing, he pressed the off button. He'd have to start all over again.
"Brad will be *so* angry, won't he?" Schuldig made no attempt to hide the glee in his voice.
"Especially when he finds out whose fault it was," Nagi retorted, staring at the redhead.
Laughing, Schuldig pointed at Farfarello, who was now resting on the couch, intently watching the scene played out before him. "He did it."
"Yes, and I suppose you had absolutely nothing to do with it..."
The German raised an eyebrow, reaching into the remains of the screen, careful not to cut himself on the glass. Picking up the fatal knife, he walked over to Farfarello.
"You see I actually did..." Schuldig gripped the handle of the knife between his thumb and index finger "...make him throw this knife..." slowly waving it in front of the Irishman. "...by..." Farfarello kept his amber eye focused on the gleaming blade "...hypnotizing him..." following it as it moved "...like this." from side to side. Schuldig stopped the knife, gently pressing the edge to Farfarello's cheek and snapped his fingers, laughing. "Now sleep!"
Nagi didn't appear to be one bit amused.
"That's mine," Farfarello declared, looking up at the redhead.
"I said sleep..." Schuldig whispered softly, tracing the Irishman's cheekbone with the tip of the blade, leaving a thin red line. With one last possessive glance at the knife Farfarello pulled his legs up underneath him and rested his head against the cushions. Smiling slightly, Schuldig put away the knife.
The telekinetic simply shook his head in disbelief. "What the hell did that have to do with my computer?"
Startled, the redhead shot Nagi an irritated glare. "Go bother someone else," he ordered, taking a seat on the coffee table, fishing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket.
"Crawford won't like this," Nagi muttered, leaving the room.