[ Starter for @OfBadLove ]
The biting winter wind cut through Kurt Kotler's coat, its icy tendrils seeping into his bones.
He stumbled forward, each step a struggle as he braved the harsh elements.
The always formidable and proud officer now found himself reduced to --
@OfBadLove -- with every movement. Kurt's usual air of stoicism wavered as he succumbed to the relentless assault of his ailment.
Collapsing onto a worn-out armchair, he let out a ragged breath, the weight of his illness pressing upon him like a suffocating blanket.
He didn't even --
-- absurdity of it all.
How could he, the embodiment of the Aryan ideal, accept assistance from someone he was supposed to be against?
The thought gnawed at him, stirring a mix of frustration and confusion within his fevered mind.
-- and mistreatment of those deemed inferior. And yet, in his hour of vulnerability, he found himself in need of care and compassion.
And before him stood what quite clearly were a group of unidentified jews.
A cruel smile tugged at his lips as he contemplated the --
@OfBadLove
And for her birthday, the jew scum gets her freedom!
Ha! Hardly!
He's feeling ever so humurous.
A pat on the back to him for being in such good spirits.
@OfBadLove -- Emotionless, that really is how he enjoys being perceived as. Whether he is actually capable of having any feelings, no one really knows.
@OfBadLove -- has caused to the economy of his beautiful country.
He will refrain from explaining what he meant. It's not for her to know.
He continued to glare at her heatedly for a moment more before his eyes opened wide "Sorry? That's a first I ever hear you utter the word."--
@OfBadLove -- heartily at that her comment "You are so terribly frightned, Fraulein. It pleases me, I won't deny. Though I would hate to see what kind of men you affiliate yourself with. Having had the audacity to kiss me just now, you can't be used to much."
Ah yes, emotions he --