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herit. Also because my brain refuses to sleep so I’m waiting for the Kalms to kick in.
Suzanne/Helga.
Schemes
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
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The idea had been to make him jealous. Helga was certain to point that out repeatedly to the semi-clad woman opposite.
Smeared with grease and who knew what other kind of mechanical substances Suzanne really didn’t seem to care what Helga was saying but presumably at some point it had begun to try her patience, because putting down the wrench she’d been holding and pausing to wipe her hands off on a rag, she’d rapidly covered the space between them and pulled the still talking Helga into her arms for a kiss the likes of which silver-screen moments were made of.
Much later, when a rather rumpled Helga made her way back into the main building she hadn’t even glanced at any of the men occupying the main parlour. Even Radu’s wolf-whistle had gone ignored as she tottered past and up the stairs.
Isaak had inhaled deeply and smirked contentedly behind his newspaper.
Dietrich wrinkled his nose and frowned. “What?”
“Petroleum jelly and WD-40.”
“I don’t even want to ask.”
Upstairs, Helga lay quietly on her bed; sighing. She’d only been meaning to make him jealous of course but right now she couldn’t seem to remember who ‘he’ was anyway.
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There’re turning into some sort of host club really since all the male members seem to do is sit about.
And I’m owed a can of WD-40 now that I think about it which really has nothing to do with anything.
herit. Also because my brain refuses to sleep so I’m waiting for the Kalms to kick in.Suzanne/Helga.
Schemes
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
++++++++++
The idea had been to make him jealous. Helga was certain to point that out repeatedly to the semi-clad woman opposite.
Smeared with grease and who knew what other kind of mechanical substances Suzanne really didn’t seem to care what Helga was saying but presumably at some point it had begun to try her patience, because putting down the wrench she’d been holding and pausing to wipe her hands off on a rag, she’d rapidly covered the space between them and pulled the still talking Helga into her arms for a kiss the likes of which silver-screen moments were made of.
Much later, when a rather rumpled Helga made her way back into the main building she hadn’t even glanced at any of the men occupying the main parlour. Even Radu’s wolf-whistle had gone ignored as she tottered past and up the stairs.
Isaak had inhaled deeply and smirked contentedly behind his newspaper.
Dietrich wrinkled his nose and frowned. “What?”
“Petroleum jelly and WD-40.”
“I don’t even want to ask.”
Upstairs, Helga lay quietly on her bed; sighing. She’d only been meaning to make him jealous of course but right now she couldn’t seem to remember who ‘he’ was anyway.
++++++++++
There’re turning into some sort of host club really since all the male members seem to do is sit about.
And I’m owed a can of WD-40 now that I think about it which really has nothing to do with anything.
