I saw it clearly: Nick and the deaf-mute were cut from each other, although Nick - as I discovered to my relief - was much paler and thinner. And something else dawned on me. Nicolas and Nicolai were pretty much the shitty names you could think of for such an unequal pair of twins. "Say something," I practically begged.
Now it was his turn to look confused. "Uh ... Uh, man, Kori, that doesn't work at the push of a button. Now I'm totally inhibited!How should I say something? "
"You're already talking," Rick informed him, chilled. My backpack suddenly seemed to weigh tons.
"Well? What's going on with you guys?", Nick asked, "Marriage row?"
Neither of us answered. My roommate had bowed his head and clenched his fists while I was standing there and wrestling with myself.And we will pass this loss on to you without any deductions.I trusted the two remaining bloodsuckers with the creativity that was necessary to completely destroy my life.
Still, my conscience stubbornly gnawed at the resolve I had just displayed. Rick might not be the best friend I had, but he might be the most loyal one and I had nothing better to do than deceive him. But there was still the threat from the ice mage. "Listen, I'm sorry I lied to you," I started to justify myself and finally let go of his arm.
"But," he said, looking up. But. Point."You will already know what you are doing."
How could someone three years younger than me seem so intimidating to me? I could literally watch myself shrink guiltily. The deaf-mute came back to me. The look on his face when I didn't remember him. Whatever bonded him and me, I trampled it. Wouldn't I make the same mistake again if I betrayed my roommate now? There had to be a different way, I decided. I nodded. Yes, I knew what I was doing, or at least that's what I told myself when I opened the backpack and returned the ashes to the centaur who had fought so valiantly for it.
"I'm sorry," I gritted with all the sincerity I could muster. If there was anything I was worse at than comforting at, it was most likely apologizing.
Rick was skeptical, looked up at me and then down again at the vacuum cleaner bag in his hand."Man, that's unbearable with you!", Nick intervened, grabbing one of our hands without further ado, hooking them together and shaking the whole thing vigorously. "Peace now. What are you rioting about ... what is that anyway ... Doesn't that belong to a vacuum cleaner?"
We started laughing. Now that Nick pointed this out to us, the situation was really fucking funny. Somewhat puzzled, he agreed. Almost a godsend that he turned up here. Wait a minute, windfall? "What are you doing here?" I remembered what I thought of such visits.
"You still owe me a wife," he insisted on our old deal and put his hands on his hips. "And don't try to talk yourself out of it again with your pseudo-logic. I won't fall for it again! Ha!"
"Because?"
"Then what?"
"You won't fall for it again -ha- because ...?"
"Because ... Because I'm smart, even if you always pretend I'm a -""Underexposed moron?"
"Let me finish! An underexposed moron, but I'm not because ..."
I switched to draft. Would that never stop? I slowly began to suspect that tearing up women was just a pretext for him to get on my nerves. The guy needed something to do. Quite understandable when you think about it. Nick Leben would at least have bored me a lot.
I thought about the paper in my hand and suddenly an idea occurred to me. Vague at first, but then increasingly clear. Perhaps by the time the violinist in my bed woke up I could get rid of two of my worries. "All right, we're looking for a woman for you," I sighed resignedly, "I already know where. I opened a café there ..."
“What, right now?” Nick raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Well, that's not the way to get rid of you." Rick gave me a knowing sidelong glance. "I'll go babysitting then," he pulled himself out of the affair and closed the door while Nick had fully convinced my argument."Come on, let's get rid of me!" He woke my neighbors by cheering down the stairwell.
"... Nothing I'd rather do," I replied soberly and followed him downstairs.

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So there you have one again. Sorry for the occasional goofy style. When I wrote the chapter, I read first a philosophical and second an incredibly bad, cheesy book and both of them rubbed off a little, I'm afraid.
As far as the dead fish are concerned ... I think one can slowly get an idea of ​​what this deaf and mute and Kori are all about, or rather what they were all about. One piece of the puzzle is still missing * fg *.
Unfortunately, the uploads will remain so sparse, I'm afraid. I'm hanging in an absolute crea-low, caused by university stress (yes, there has been something since my bachelor's degree. Do you want this rose? * Blök *) What did I want ... Oh yes, at this point a big thank you to Mei for loyal comments and a quiet, but only very quiet, grumble to you secret readers, if you exist.