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Marie-Pierre Duclos (duclos) wrote in vie_en_guerre,
@ 2008-01-17 12:55:00

what do you do with a drunken nazi ear-lie in the morning
Who: Hans & Marie-Pierre
When: Directly after this
Where: Duclos' official residence
Summary: Oh, bondieu, I have a drunken Nazi in my house. Saying he loves me. This is just the capper on the best day ever.
Incomplete.
Rating: declaring it PG13 in advance

Larger than lo nid als anetz, and more outwardly home-shaped - at the very least better furnished, as it was not unknown for visitors to be entertained here; this was where Duclos usually lived (in an important distinction he drew from the Nest, which was "where he kept himself"). It had all the personality and warmth of a rather cheap hotel room, but it was comfortable enough.

Hans had immediately deposited himself on a chair near the door; after Marie-Pierre had hung up his own coat and hat, he began to remove Hans' for him, muttering under his breath in Occitan all the while.

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heil_hans
2008-01-17 07:28 pm UTC (link)

Hans tried to be helpful in the process- he really did. But his limbs felt heavy, and he wound up being more of a hindrance to the process than anything.

"I do not understand," he said, trying to focus on the words that Marie-Pierre was speaking. It occurred to him that they might be important somehow, but the translation was beyond his capability sober, let alone now.

"Where are we?"

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	duclos 2008-01-17 08:59 pm UTC (link)
	"If it were all that important, I would be polite enough to say it in a language you actually speak," said Marie-Pierre, trying very hard to get himself into a decent mood and stop being annoyed with Hans; this would probably require getting drunker. "We are at my 'real' place." He put quotation marks in the air with his fingers around the "real." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heil_hans 2008-01-17 10:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Ah," said Hans, taking a moment to comprehend all that. He rubbed his dizzy head, and took a good look around. "You have actual furniture here," he observed. "Though a bit tacky. Should I be here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

duclos
2008-01-17 11:34 pm UTC (link)

"I have to. People come here. And I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't think I should have. Besides, it was closest."

Marie-Pierre toed off his shoes, removed tie and cufflinks and tucked them into the pocket of his suit jacket, removed the jacket and slung it over the back of the couch, and finally slung himself over the seat of the couch with a sigh which was a letting-out of the majority of the annoyance and worry of the day.

"Benvenguda en cò d'ieu."

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	heil_hans 2008-01-17 11:46 pm UTC (link)
	"Will you tell me, at least, what that means?" Hans shuffled around a bit on the chair until he was more comfortable. At least, as comfortable as it got in his uniform. "I may not remember, but I want to know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	duclos 2008-01-17 11:51 pm UTC (link)
	"'Welcome to my parlor,' as the spider said to the fly. Close enough, anyway. Bienvenue chez moi." Marie-Pierre closed his eyes for a moment, then snorted. "I suppose I could have left you in the Rue du Pissoir, but that would have been cruel, though not unusual for someone in the shape you're in - at least not when I was your age." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heil_hans 2008-01-17 11:54 pm UTC (link)
	"You are angry with me," Hans said, more a statement than a question. The thought stung him, even in his current state. "But you did not not. Leave me there..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

duclos
2008-01-18 12:04 am UTC (link)

"Of course I didn't. I have had it done to me - three? possibly four? times, and I would not wish it upon you for all the world. Safe and warm and not smelling of piss, that is how I like my Hans."

His eyes still closed, Marie-Pierre thought for a moment. "And I am not angry with you. I am slightly annoyed with you, very annoyed with the rest of the world, and mostly just a horrible bastard. I hope you will some day find it in your heart to forgive me, and in the mean time I will try not to talk."

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heil_hans
2008-01-18 12:11 am UTC (link)

"Forgive you? I could not be angry with you. And you are not a horrible bastard."

Hans could not imagine it, not really with any seriousness. He wanted to get up and sit beside Marie-Pierre, to assure him - but his feet felt weighted by the boots. Instead he bent down to start removing them, nearly dumping himself out of the chair in the process. "Ach, I am annoyed with myself."

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	duclos 2008-01-18 12:18 am UTC (link)
	One eye cracked open. "As is the chair, it seems. Would you like some help there?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heil_hans 2008-01-18 12:21 am UTC (link)
	Hans sighed. "Oc, if you do not mind. This uniform is very uncomfortable, and I wish to come and sit beside you in comfort." He was beyond the point of salvaging his dignity anyhow, so he might as well be honest about it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	duclos 2008-01-18 12:32 am UTC (link)
	"The price of all that sharp-looking tailoring, I suppose." Marie-Pierre pushed himself back off the couch and deposited himself on the floor in front of Hans' chair to tug his boots off for him. He was beginning to come around to where he could see the humour in the situation, at least. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heil_hans 2008-01-18 12:38 am UTC (link)
	Hans wiggled his toes when his feet were free of the boots. He'd never quite gotten used to the confinement of them. Lightly poking Marie-Pierre with his right foot, he added "Socks too, bitte." He fumbled with his uniform buttons himself. This at least, was easier and not likely to result in him tumbling from the chair. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)