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Schneider could tell something was wrong – not that was indeed a difficult thing to notice: there was someone looking at him with a disappointed gaze.
It was kind of impossible to ignore it, and Schneider didn’t like being observed like he had just committed a crime. He was innocent, and he was ready to prove it.
“Fine!” Schneider sighed “What’s wrong?”
Till didn’t move, his big arms were crossed against his chest and there was a serious expression on his face “Are you happy?” he asked with an offended voice.
The drummer blinked twice and looked at his friend like he had just grown a second head “What?”
“Are you happy with what you did?”
“What do you mean?” Schneider didn’t like feeling stupid, and he didn’t really understand what Till wanted from him. As far as he remembered, he didn’t do anything wrong.
Till grumbled indignantly “Like you don’t know it” and he gestured at the two guitarists, who were busy hugging each other as they had just arrived in the rehearsal studio.
“What? They’s simply greeting each other” the drummer looked at their friends – they were still glued to each other, and Paul was moving his hand in circles on Richard’s back, comforting him.
“See?” Till protested “They are already doing it”
“But what?” it was Schneider’s turn to sound exasperated “What’s the problem?”
“They are disgusting” Till scoffed “And we both know they will spend hours like this, and it’s all your fault”
“What’s wrong with it?” Doom asked “It’s not like they are trying to kill each other, and it’s way better this way”
“That’s true” Till admitted before rolling his eyes to the sky “Yet, they are now behaving like two teenagers in love, two damned lovebirds! We are here to work, not to see a poor-quality soap opera”
“I still don’t see the problem” Schneider objected “They are alright, yes, maybe they cuddle a bit too much, but at least nobody is hurt”
“My eyes hurt” Till protested “Didn’t you think about it?”
“As much as I love you, you’re not the centre of my universe, you know?” Schneider sarcastically replied “Also, you were the one who begged me to help those idiots”
“Yes” Till admitted for the second time in a row “But I didn’t want to see two grown up men making out in front of us. I’d choose a better porn to watch, if I may say so”
Since it seemed that talking to Schneider wasn’t the right solution, Till cleared his throat and then asked loudly “Can you please stay away from each other for at least five minutes?”
Paul looked at him with a confused face, his right arm was still around Richard’s waist “What do you mean?”
Till looked at him with a deadpanned face “Are you serious?”
“No, I’m Paul” Landers replied with a smirk and Richard giggled. His cheeks were warm and red.
Till lifted an eyebrow – clearly unimpressed “Scholle” he began “Are you serious laughing at that?!”
Richard shrugged and then squeezed Paul’s shoulder “It was funny”
Till didn’t reply and then pointed at the drummer “This is totally your fault, you know it?”
Schneider opened his mouth to answer back, but then the door opened and Oliver appeared. The bassist was still wearing his jacket and his blue hat, his cheeks and nose were bright red from the cold wind.
“Hello everyone” Oliver said and then pressed a gentle kiss on Schneider’s cheek, and then the drummer decided to hug his friend and squeeze him gently. He loved physical touch, so, why not?
Till blinked twice and shook his head “Why? Why everyone is snuggling? Weren’t we supposed to be the said scary metal band from Germany?”
Nobody replied to the vocalist.
Paul and Richard were hugging again, and the younger guitarist was now busy kissing Paul’s neck, who happily hummed in appreciation.
“Be quiet, for fuck’s sake” Till protested and then looked at Schneider, who was talking to Oliver and his hand was holding Oliver’s arm – Schneider’s thumb was caressing Olli’s forearm.
“Flake?” Till called his friend out loud “Please, tell me you’re normal”
The keyboardist, who had observed the whole scene from the door jamb, shrugged “I’m afraid we can’t make them stop, they’re clearly disgusting” then he added “It’s still better than it used to be”
“But we can’t work like this” Till objected “Look at them!” and he gestured dramatically at their friends “Scholle and Paule decided to become dentists and they are exploring each other’s mouths” he complained “And now even Olli and Schneider suffer from the same disease”
Schneider tried not to laugh and pressed his head against Olli’s chest, who put a hand on his back “What’s happening here? Why is Till complaining?”
“Because everyone in this goddamned band is snuggling!”
“Are you jealous?” Richard causally asked and Paul laughed against his neck “Flake, go hug him”
Till turned to see the keyboardist “Flake Lorenz, don’t you dare”
Flake didn’t reply, and he kept sipping his hot tea. Till pouted and then sighed: it seemed there was no way to change his fate, and he had to accept it.
He was surrounded by idiots.
… and he loved them.
Unfortunately.