It figures. It just figured that Seto, of all people, would be the one roped into visiting the poor nutter Siegfried by his fluffy little other self. This just made Seto completely paranoid. If he even answered the door, what, would he be half ready to pounce, thinking it was Shadow? Besides...the guy really DID hate him this time. Why the other one was so sure the psychotic one wouldn't do anything was quite beyond him, but here he was...again...knocking on Siegfried's door, and this time, it wasn't for chess.

Siegfried's left eye snapped open at the sound. ...no, it isn't Shadow; it's light outside. He pushed himself up from the couch, blinking a few times (God, he got little enough sleep already; who was bothering him now?). Hn. Well, there was nothing to be gained from not answering the door.
He looked in a mirror. He looked like hell.
At least my hair looks nice?
Nothing to be gained from doing nothing, he reminded himself. He'd see what was wanted of him, and then he could try sleeping again (try, not succeed; why was insomnia hitting him when he felt like he was about to collapse of exhaustion?).
He stood up and stalked over to the door, and opened it a crack. Seeing who it was, he let out a long, almost hissing breath.
"Hello, Kaiba Seto. What do you want?"

He was a little thrown by the tone of his voice. "Um...hey. Look, I'll cut to the chase. Your other self's freaking out about you, so he wanted someone to go check up on you."
InversedEnigma: "...I see. How inconsiderate of my status as a mature and responsible almost adult," Siegfried said, tone slightly sharp. "And you answered his little call? I wouldn't have thought it of you..."

"Well, y'know, nobody else was, and he assured me that you wouldn't kill me. You're NOT gonna kill me, are you? Cuz if you are, I'd like to be forewarned so that I may run like hell."

"I'm not going to kill you," replied Siegfried, eyes narrowing slightly. "I've no reason to." He stepped aside, and opened the door a little more. "If you're supposed to check on me, do you want to come in?"

"...I guess...?" Seto stepped inside a little nervously. "How can you say you've no reason to? After that whole practically wanting to wage war on me...after the party thing...y'know..."

"Waging war and brutally murdering are two entirely different things, Kaiba Seto," Siegfried said testily. "God, was I really trying to wage war on you?" He ran the fingers of one hand through his hair. "I'm rather forgetful these days about such trivial things as declarations of the obvious. Might be the lack of sleep...or is it a side effect?" He sounded quite unhappy about the whole thing.

"...Um..." He blinked a few times again. "Well, uh, I wouldn't know...so..."

"Of course you wouldn't." Now he sounded bitter. "Of course you wouldn't."

"...I STILL don't think you should be so damned paranoid, thinking that I knew it was going to happen, you know."

"Why else would you tell me to do something like that?"

"I TOLD you, you fool," muttered Seto. "Because I wanted to see what someone else felt when they were in her. I didn't know she could read minds. She's never done anything like that to me, anyway."

"That's because she likes you, isn't it? She blamed me for your actions, too, you know."

"Oh, like what, pray tell?"

"Like picking on Ryou. As if I was the only one, or even the most venomous one!"

"What, she blamed YOU? Weird. I mean, we've talked about it and all, but how could she blame you?"

"You think I know?" Sieg snapped.

"What, do you think I suddenly everything now?" growled Seto right back.

"She's YOUR friend."

"Yeah, but I don't know every little thing about her."

"You told her lies about me, didn't you?"

Seto scoffed. "Oh, yeah, sure, RIGHT; y'know, I wish you'd stop being paranoid for once. I guess you're in better condition than your other self hinted at."

"I'm sure I am. Half-dead, and losing my mind, but otherwise perfectly fine."

"By the way," added Seto, trying to change the subject, "how's Leon doing?"

"...thank you. Thank you so much." Siegfried looked away. "Pah. I don't know."

"...Look, your other self is gonna want me to say something about how you are, and I'm going to give him an answer. So..." He sighed. "So what do you want me to tell him?"

"I'm..." He shrugged. "Shouldn't you analyse me, Kaiba Seto? Shouldn't you determine my state for myself?"

"I'm not skilled in psychiatry. You know yourself far better than I would," he pointed out.

"Please. You can easily determine if I am healthy, which I am not, and sane, which I am not sure about. Would you like a cup of coffee? It's not as hot as it should be, but it's warm."

Normally, Seto would never turn down free coffee. But this wasn't normal. "No, thanks. And you know I've ALWAYS thought you were insane, so I'm just biased."

"Yes, of course you are biased. However, I would hope you could try to be less so, at least this once. I think it would not be so hard to just state what you really see, not what you want to see. ...or are you far too biased even for that?" Siegfried cocked his head, examining his nemesis curiously.

Seto quirked an eyebrow delicately. "Fine. You want to know what I really see? That's what you want?"

"I would like to know what you really see," Siegfried repeated. "It would be most informative."

He nodded and gave Siegfried a good, long look. "I see someone at the end of his rope. I see someone who's obviously been through multiple personal hells and is currently in one right now. I see someone lacking sleep, food, and sanity. This is someone who just wants a little bit of peace in his life and his mind but can't reach that point. Confused. Lost, perhaps. Kind of like watching a train wreck in slo-mo, if I may be so cliche. Someone who wants a little justice." He tilted his head in a similar way to Siegfried. "...Close? Way off? How was that?"

"I suppose...it is indeed accurate." He sighed quietly. "It is a pity. I had rather hoped my mirror image had more dignity, was adamant that he was right even in his suffering. I was hoping I did not seem so pathetic." Siegfried yawned. "It is a pity. My other self will be most disappointed. Optimists! Without the means to have their wishes become reality, they are nothing."

"Hm. Perhaps so. Yet another reason why I'm a dedicated pessimist, I suppose." He had, in fact, been hoping that Siegfried wouldn't be so...bored with this. So much for that.

"Good on you; the world could use more realists." Siegfried looked at him thoughtfully. "Kaiba Seto, do you wish for me to tell me what I see in you, in return?"

Seto pondered this. It was probably not going to be good, no matter what Siegfried said of him. But what, was he going to let a little criticism bring him down? "I suppose so." Besides, he just got to do that for Siegfried. Why not the other way around?

"I see..." Siegfried grinned cruelly. "I see a man who's lost his heart, even as he loses his own mind very slowly, day by day. I see a man who is naive even as he tries to be seen as intelligent, powerful, mighty, knowing. You do not feel any urge to even consider the motivations of others, the reasoning of others...and you are broken. Somehow." His expression shifted, to one of slightly bemused discernment. "I am cracked, but you seem to be broken; if I want peace and cannot have it, then you want peace and will not have it, can not have it, have not had it, have never really had it since...whenever your life turned into a Greek tragedy; I do not remember the details of your tale. You do not understand the simple, deadly truths of life, not yet. Once you learn them..." Here he smiled again, a frightening, predatory smile. "Once you learn them, Kaiba Seto, you will not be so broken, but you will be left as sane as I am." He cleared his throat, closed his eyes, and re-opened them. "I see a cold shell and a pretty face, but I do not see your reasoning, however hard I try. Is there even any real reasoning, any cold hard logic beneath your surface, or is it all based on a black-and-white perspective of reality and an overly-large heart? You seem to think you are rational, and maybe you have convinced others into thinking you are rational, but you are no more rational than the average delinquent around us. There is denial, there is bad logic, there is naivety, but Kaiba Seto, even those excuses do not change the fact that I see madness."

Quite frankly, he was surprised. Not offended in any way, which was also surprising, but on the contrary, very intrigued. "Madness, you say...? Care to...elaborate, perhaps?"

"Elaborate even MORE, Kaiba Seto? Are you unsatisfied with my points against you? I am not certain I am capable of rationalising my exact reasons for seeing madness."

"I was merely asking if you could or would, nothing more. I didn't say I wasn't satisfied. Hell, I think I'm more than satisfied. I found your analysis quite interesting."

"I would prefer to abstain from continuing to analyse. It is getting difficult to explain." Siegfried smiled again, though this time it appeared sane, rational, and as though he wasn't really happy but was putting up a good facade.

"Yeah, after a while, it gets too much like some psychoanalysis session, and I doubt that sits well with either of us, considering neither of us are qualified to do such a thing."

"Of course not. At the very least, you aren't."

"Are you saying you are?"

"I at least am MORE qualified."

"But I see no PhD for psychology up on your wall."

"Give me a few years."

"So you're going to be a therapist and run a company at the same time, are you?"

"No, I'll just use the PhD to give my opinions weight."

"Well, it certainly wouldn't work on me." A smirk. "But then, I think you already knew that."

"Of course I did, Kaiba Seto."

"...Okay, lemmie just ask you something." That was really starting to creep him out. And irritate him. "Why do you insist one calling me by my whole name instead of just Kaiba like you always do? Part of your psychosis, perhaps?"

Siegfried blinked. "Is it wrong to specify? You address me as Siegfried: obviously, calling you by your first name is too informal, even though you break the laws of etiquette with your addressal of me by my given name only. I merely felt that perhaps...I should specify, and rise above your insult simultaneously. Do you wish me so desperately to stop?"

"Nah, it was just seriously starting to weird me out there, Siegfried." He gave a shrug. "Eh, I was never one for formalities anyway."

"It is a pity. It makes me disrespect you that much more."

"And...am I...supposed to care? Because I don't."

"I am aware of that quite obvious fact."

"So I don't see why you bring it up."

"I was merely stating an opinion."

"Ah." ...Well...this had gotten awkward in a hurry.

"Indeed," Siegfried said softly.

"...So...should I perhaps go explain to your other self your 'condition', then?"

"If you must. If you don't want to stand around and disrespect me any more. The coffee's quite good, actually," he remarked.

...Well...it WAS free coffee... "I suppose I could stick around for a cup or two...if you honestly don't mind..."

"I don't mind. My sanity -- or, if you must have your way, lack thereof -- is not contagious." Poison in his coffee really would be nice in an ideal world, but it's not like I want to kill him.

Oh good lord, I hope he doesn't poison me...crazy bastard. Crazy, strangely semi-nice bastard. "Ah, I was never worried about such a thing in the first place."

"Good, good." Siegfried strode towards the kitchen. I only wish I knew why it was I was trying to fake kindness. What was the profit...? A few minutes later, he returned with two cups of coffee. "Here," he said, offering one to his enemy.

With a nod of his head, he took it. "Thanks. Haven't had a decent cup since this morning. Oh, wait, I said 'decent'--make that sometime yesterday, then." He smirked and sipped. Now, see, that was good coffee. Better than some he'd had anyway.

"Indeed," Siegfried said, examining his own cup. "You took a drink on faith in my claiming that I am currently not wanting to kill you? I thought you still thought I was."

"Well, c'mon, Siegfried. Free coffee. And I don't have a food taster around. You've contradicted yourself so many times that I've lost track, so hey, just do whatever, eh? If you did poison me, then hey, I'm dead, whoopie."

"You are the oddest fool I have ever met."

"Not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not." He took another sip, quite amused by all of this.

"I suggest you don't."

"Alrighty, then."

Siegfried took a sip of his coffee. "Now, if you knew one of these cups had been poisoned by me with the intent to kill you, which do you think it would've been? Don't worry about it; it's hypothetical," he added lazily.

"...You're kidding, right?" He blinked. "The cup I'm drinking, of course, because how could you poison one to kill me if I wasn't the one drinking poison?"

"Do you know what the sad, horrible truth is?" Siegfried grinned. "If it had to be just one of these, it would be the one I'm drinking. I expected you to insist I give my cup to you, because you would suspect me." He paused. "The clever thing to do, however, is to poison both."

"Ah, but then, would you not poison yourself? What if I had insisted you drank first? Rather reminds me of Romeo and Juliet, except the suicides weren't exactly planned, and, y'know, without the romance."

"My dear Kaiba Seto, if you had insisted that, I could always feign drinking. Or force myself to vomit it up..."

Another long sip to get his thoughts straightened out. "...Don't tell me you haven't actually thought of suicide lately. Well, then again, I'm not sure you would stoop down to my level like that, but you have been scaring people lately."

"Suicide? No. Murder, yes, but never suicide. I'm too important to die."

"Hm."

"Yes." Siegfried leaned back. "Yes, I am."

"I wasn't doubting that." Even though he was. He just didn't say it out loud.

"I'm surprised at you. Don't you consider yourself the same?"

"Consider myself too important to die? Nah. Else why would I have actually tried to kill myself multiple times?"

"Kaiba Seto, I told you you were broken. And you don't even care about it? How sad."

"Oh, I've known about that for a while now; I didn't only just now figure it out because you told me I looked that way. Now, see, I didn't say I didn't care. I never liked people putting words in my mouth." He paused, contemplating, and used the time to take another small sip. "I've gotten better about it as of late, you see. I don't want to die anymore. I'd much rather live. And I probably do need help but am just too stubborn to do anything about it."

"You are also an even worse fool than I had thought."

"Hm, I expected you would say something like that."

"And your point...?"

"None, I'm afraid."

"Then why do you speak at all?" Siegfried arched his left eyebrow. "Why not just shut up?"

"Because too much silence makes me uncomfortable."

"Too many awkward words with no meaning behind them make ME uncomfortable. What is your point?"

"My point is that I'd rather make myself comfortable than you, obviously."

"You are quite unkind, Kaiba Seto. I am accomodating you."

"But then, you already pointed out how unkind I can be, so it still doesn't do a thing to faze me." He took another sip, hiding a bit of a smirk.

"Stop being egocentric and accomodate me for a few minutes, why don't you?"

"Why?"

"Because I've been doing it for you for the past few minutes."

"...So?"

"So why don't you take the polite route for once in your meaningless existence?"

"Why?"

"Because I want you to."

"...I...do?" He blinked. "If I wanted to, I would've done so."

"No, I want you to. It's not a proposal, it's a demand. Save your 'I don't's for someone else."

"Ooooh, well, see, I don't give a damn, so..."

"Why don't you give a damn?"

"Because I don't see why I should if I never have before."

"Because I'm telling you to."

"...And...that's supposed to make me care?"

"Yes, it is."

"Well, it doesn't."

"It should."

"Too bad for you, because it really doesn't."

"You are so very selfish. Be kinder; you are among fr--a person who does not want to kill you."

"...Go on, say friends." He didn't hide his smirk. "If you really think we are."

"No, I don't. Not really. For that I am glad, too."

"Hm, I see."

"I am glad."

"All right, then."

"How repetitive and meaningless we have become."

"Apparently."

"It is pointless, really."

"Of course."

"Then why do we bother?"

"Not sure."

"We shouldn't."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Why should we?"

"I dunno."

"So we should stop with the meaningless banter, should we not?"

"Probably."

"Who should begin the stopping?"

"I don't know."

"Shall I?"

"Sure."

"..." Sieg said nothing.

Seto downed the rest of his coffee, but otherwise, nothing was said.

Sieg slowly sipped his own coffee, studying his Loathed Enemy (TM).

Seto raised an eyebrow, as if to ask why the sudden interest in looking at him so intently.

Sieg did not respond, but merely observed.

A small smirk came onto the other's face, and still there was silence.

A slow, purposeful blink. A slight incline of the head. It was as much a response as the words "What're you smirking about?", even though he didn't make a sound.

He cocked his head. "Who, me?" being the cocky, smartass response lacking vocalization.

A nod. "Yes, you," were the unspoken words.

"Ooooh, nothiiing." A shrug of the shoulders without any words.

"Are you sure?" He'd cocked his head again.

A nod. "Oh, of course, of course."

A slow curl of the lips, and narrowing of the eyes. What about a reason?

Still, Seto's amused expression didn't fade, quite intrigued, really, but all of this.

Siegfried leaned forwards slightly.

The expression faltered slightly, Seto blinking at ths with a bemused look.

For the third time, he cocked his head, sneering a little. What's wrong~?

If only he had some coffee left to threaten dumping on his poor, poor hair. Wouldn't that have been a blast. He looked a little bored, slackening his posture as if to say "Well, YOU seem back to normal now..."

Sieg rolled his eyes. When was I NOT normal?

A raised eyebrow again. "...Y'know, just five minutes ago, duh?"

A yawn. Oh, stop being stupid, I was normal then. Mostly.

A roll of the blue eyes. "Yes, I'm SURE, because your other self would want me to come check on you if you were all fine and dandy..." He was REALLY wanting to use words right about now.

His lip curled again, into a rather displeased look. He would, you know.

He gave one of those 'uh-huh, yeah, RIGHT--except not' looks.

Sieg stared at him. Obviously!

Blink. He finally spoke. "Well, that was fun and all, but I do believe I ought to get going, don't you think?"

"If you feel it is necessary," Siegfried said dryly.

"It's not like I planned to stay here all afternoon or anything; that is, unless you wanted me to..."

"Not unless you wanted to."

"So you're saying you'd want me to if I wanted to, but if I didn't you don't?"

"Sure."

"...What kind of fucked up logic IS that, anyway?"

"The one that respects your wishes. Depressing, isn't it?"

"Quite."

"Here. Let me make it better for you. Do whatever you want to."

"Like, say, burn your house down, hypothetically?"

"If you want, though it's a stupid thing to do."

"True, but it's weird to think that you'd hypothetically let me go all pyro on your place. I'll be back with kerosene, then." A smirk.

"Would you like to be thrown in prison?"

"You knew I was being sarcastic."

"As was I, Kaiba Seto."

"Good."

He smiled faintly. "Yes. Good."

"Well, I'll be seeing you then, perhaps, if your other self is still being paranoid." He headed for the door.

"Good-bye, then," Siegfried said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, just...one question." He paused at the door, leaning against it instead. "D'you still forget summer?"

"...yes," Siegfried said, looking at him suspiciously. "Most of it, I forget, at least. Why?"

"I was just wondering if maybe the effects were temporary or something. But then, I'm sure you've read over your journal from then a few times now, so..."

"Yes, I have. I don't think the effects are temporary, but I still fail to see your point."

"Who says there was a point? Unless you count mere curiosity as a point."

"Why are you even asking?" Siegfried asked tiredly. "I don't see how it's any of your business."

"Well, it is if you BLAME me for it..."

"...point. And I do. Where are you going with this?"

"As I said, I wasn't going anywhere with it, I was just wondering. Don't get all up in arms about it."

"Kind of hard not to."

"Point. Well, then, I'll be leaving, before you change your mind and kill me anyway."

"I'm not going to," he said sharply.

"Good, but it just seemed that way ever since...y'know, that one post of yours."

"I don't want to kill you. I never wanted to kill you." ...I think.

"Well, then, what DID you want?"

"...isn't it obvious?"

"At times? Definitely not."

"I simply want...revenge," Sieg said uncertainly. "I thought it was apparent."

"Yes, yes, of course, but revenge comes in many, MANY forms, you see."

"No, I don't."

"Really? Pity. You think there's just one way to get revenge on anything?"

"No, I see that there are many forms of revenge, I just don't see why you think I would resort to them."

"Because you want revenge, as you just said."

"Yes, but why should I go after any method besides the one I have been pursuing?"

"I didn't say besides that one. I was including yours. I'd ask how, exactly, but then, you'd ruin it all for me, then."

"Yes, I would." He ran his tongue over his dry lips. "I...don't want to do that, right?"

"...You seem..." He looked for the right word. "Uncertain about that?"

"...what is it to you?"

"I'd just like to know ahead of time if you actually ARE planning some kind of revenge on me or not."

"I am. I always am."

"Good, then that'll make life much more interesting, hm?"

"I suppose so."

"Wouldn't want someone to be a hypocrite or chicken out on me, you see."

"Don't worry; I won't."

"Are you sure? You didn't sound like it before..."

"Of course I am," he lied.

"Really now?"

"Really."

"Hn."

"'Hn' what?"

"Hn, I still don't think you're quite sure of something."

"What WOULDN'T I be sure of?"

"I don't know." He stood a little straighter, tilting his head. "Are you even sure about me anymore?"

"Sure about you? I do not understand the question; please rephrase."

"Anything about me. Feelings for me, the way you think about me, anything about me in general. You always seemed good at figuring people out, but what about me? And what about yourself? Hm?"

"...what about myself? I feel hatred for you, of course, Kaiba Seto..." Sieg's eyes darted about; he was feeling rather pressured here. "Didn't you know?" he added savagely, "Or were you too stupid to figure that out?"

"Oh, see, that's just what you say." He certainly hadn't missed that look. "What one says and what one thinks and feels can be two different things."

"Not in my case." ...I'm lying AGAIN.

"Sure."

"Sure."

"Hn, right. Well, if you're so certain...well, then maybe I'll end this conversation and leave."

"You do that."

"Nothing witty to add?"

"Not particularly. Not right now."

"How disappointing. Well, good luck in your endeavors, I suppose..." He grasped the handle. "Last chance to make me think you're telling the truth." A smirk.

"How would you like me to make you think it, then?"

"Not sure, I was just hoping you could convince me, but that hasn't happened yet."

Siegfried stood up and stalked over to him. "Give me an idea about how to do that, then."

Seto leaned forward this time with a sneer. "What, can't figure it out yourself?"

"No, I can't," Siegfried shot back, leaning forwards as well, "Because I can't figure out what goes on in your head, with your illogic."

Was the temperature in this room slowly rising? No, must be from all the arguing and the close proximity of the other. "Aw, and I thought you had me all figured out."

"Your insanity? Yes. But not your logic," he hissed. "That'd be impossible for anyone even close to sane."

"Then what about someone close to insane?"

"I don't know if even they could figure it out."

"Well, then I'm just special."

"If you consider having no logic to be 'special', then yes, you're VERY special."

"How fun."

"Too special, really," Siegfried breathed.

"...Meaning what, exactly...?" he teased.

"Meaning you shouldn't be so special. Pity you are; how insane you demonstrate yourself to be."

"You don't like me being so special? What a shame. Since I'm obviously not changing just because you say so."

"Why not?"

"Because I have no reason to please you."

"Then what, should I give you one of those?"

"Depends. Do you want to?"

"Why not?"

"Fine, then go right ahead."

"Very well; I will," Siegfried said in an irritated voice, and leaned even closer so he was OMG SO CLOSE and cursed under his breath and kissed Seto gently on the lips.

...Oh. This again. Seto had to admit, that certainly had caught him off guard for some reason. Did Siegfried even remember doing this over the summer? Did he even remember being nailed in the jaw for it? He blinked in a surprised way for a few moments, but he did nothing more about it.

"I hate you so much," Siegfried breathed, pulling away for a moment. "Can't you see how much I hate you?" ...and he leaned in again, attempting for God-knows-what reason to prove his point this way.

Seto met his lips again, but he held fast to the door handle, shifting a little more against it, as if he feared to fall or feared to let the hand go somewhere at least he might regret. And not long after, he pulled away. "You show your hate by snogging me? My, you DO have some very fucked up logic, don't you..."

"At least I have some," Siegfried said, sneering. "I notice you don't seem to have any real logic to speak of..."

"So you've already stated. But I think I can be more logical than, say, kissing my supposed worst enemy a few times whilst telling him I despise him."

"Somehow, you surprise us all by being even less logical than that," he purred.

"No, no, I already know I'm FAR more logical than that..."

"Oh, please," he said, laughing. "You most certainly are not."

"Oh, yes, I most certainly am."

"Definitely not."

"How logical is grabbing me and snogging me while still trying to make me think you hate me?"
InversedEnigma: "Quite, actually."

"Explain."

"Why should I?"

"Because if I told it to anyone else, they'd think it quite illogical as well."

"They are all as stupid as you, aren't they?"

"No."

"Yes."

"Whatever."

"Whatever, indeed." Siegfried thought for a moment, then reached up and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. "Disgusting."

"Oh, you know you loved it."

"I loved it as much as you did, I'm sure."

"And how do you know I don't want to pounce you and snog you silly right now because of that?"

"I don't."

"Bet that's a disturbing thought neither of us want to ever have again, though, right?"

"Probably. I don't know what you want."

"Good, because neither do I."

"I...what?" Siegfried raised an eyebrow.

"I said," he repeated a bit more slowly, "I don't know what I want, either."

"What do you mean, you don't know what you want?"

"Just what I said. It's more spur-of-the-moment kinda thing."

"...I still fail to understand. 'Spur of the moment'?"

"It comes to me, what I want, out of the blue. Like, if I suddenly wanted to start singing right now, then bam, that's what I want. Not something I thought of beforehand."

"...ah, I see. You are impulsive. You don't plan ahead."

"I do at times, but yeah, mostly impulsive."

"And why is that relevant? Why do you divulge this information that I could use against you?"

"You were confused, and I elaborated."

"Yes. I was confused as to why you brought this up at all."

"It was, most likely, also impulsive. You didn't know what I wanted, and I clarified a little by explaining how I didn't know, either, so it's really pointless."

"So you can't tell me what you want. Fascinating." Siegfried yawned.

"You're the one who brought it up."

"I didn't ask you, though."

"Not that I care."

"Of course not." Sieg scowled.

"So, unless you're going to kiss meyet again, I do believe I really will leave this time."

"Do you want me to kiss you again?"

"Did I say that?"

"No, and that is why I asked."

"Well, I didn't say so, because if I wanted you two, I WOULD have said so."

"How do I know what you want and how you display it? I thought you didn't even know."

"Spur of the moment, Siegfried. I have not yet wanted you to kiss me again, so obviously I didn't say so. Do you want to kiss me again?"

"I wouldn't be horrifically opposed to it, though I shudder at the thought." He shuddered, to demonstrate.

"How can you not be horrifically opposed to it after wiping your mouth clean of my spit? Am I Just That Good?" A smirk.

"Sure." If I don't care about him, it doesn't matter, does it?

"Oh, come on..." He rolled his eyes. "Well, then, goodbye." He finally swung open the door and was gone a moment later. That had gone...interestingly. ...Damn, now what to say to his other self? Well, it DID seem that he was all back to normal...

"Idiot," Siegfried said, smirking. Ah, well. He'd had his fun, and he'd tested himself.
And now he knew. Whether that was good or bad, he'd decide later. After...sleep, perhaps.