oh, quelle chance

Nice Picture <3

Why were you talking to William?

Originally, business. Figured I'd bring you up, see what he thought.

The soldier made a face, humming in slight argument. “I was never planning on rejecting you.” Reiner said, knowingly stroking the other’s ego. “Quite hard to do when you have a face and a body like that as well as a personality that can go toe to toe with me without flinching.” Reiner stepped closer to disband the safe distance, his hulking form looming over Saint slightly as his smile turned flirtatious. “But what is the fun of just snagging the prey when I can let it run for a little while longer?” Reiner purred, his eyes darting about Saint’s face, highly enjoying this game.

He finally returned the smile, devious as his brows raise. "Oh, that's so precious," He purred, leaning towards the other and gently pressing his hand in the middle of the soldier's chest. His next words were a hiss of a flirtatiously threatening whisper, "Comment vous pensez que vous êtes le chasseur."

Someone else? Who is this someone else?

Take a wild guess.

"Rather cocky of you to believe I am going to sleep with you." Reiner hummed, not moving from his spot as he continued to look at the man’s face despite the fact Saint seemed to refuse to maintain eye contact after the subtle slip. "What makes you so sure that I even bat for your team, Dr. Saint? Now a-days, flirting and playful banter can be interwoven in people’s dialogue patterns to try to get each other to relax and be calm, let down those high walls just enough to give a peak onto the other side…"

Which most might people would appreciate, but it made Raphael's blood boil. The idea that someone would be so daring to attempt to make him feel more comfortable... "So you just lead me on, to reject me?" He replied after a brief moment of silence. "Not a great method of forming friendships, sugar."

"Une déclaration courageux et audacieux de dire à quelqu’un vous ne venez de rencontrer. Même si vous n’avez pas vraiment l’entendez." 

"But maybe you should buy me a drink first," He stated, hand smoothing through his hair, suddenly unable to look back to Reiner. "Can't have my friends thinking I'm too big of a slut."

The one eyed man gasped softly like what Saint said offend him, holding a hand to his chest as he flashed him a hurt look. “Sie machen mich klingen so banal und langweilig!” The german was smooth and purring, not holding the stereotypical growling or aggression most believed. When flowing from Reiner’s tongue, it was just as beautiful as the French from Saint’s. “Gib mir wenigstens eine Chance, Sie zu beeindrucken, bevor Sie so gelangweilt klingen!”

Eyes then flicked to the corpse and then back to Reiner. He grinned, "Si ce table n'a pas été prise, je venais de vous prendre sur elle," he purred, leaning forward before he gazed down to his hands, now pushing against the table and helping him bounce on his toes. "It's a little unfair, though. I have no idea what you're saying. You could have found the sexiest way to shit talk me for all I know." 

Brooke held his gaze as the flesh was lifted up next to her face, she new that if se looked at it she was likely to gag again, whilst looking at him however she could imagine it was not there and begin to calm down. “Careful, God may only be speculation but im in no hurry to piss him off, not after what’s happened to this shit of a world, find out what caused the disease if you can, but if you cant im going to play it safe.” she took in a deep breath before continuing “As for the apparent beauty, what your showing me is my ending, its a human without anything that really makes it human, its not beautiful, its sad.”

The doctor stepped back, reminding himself to keep it in check. "You still hold onto a sliver of hope for God in this world?" He scoffed as he closed his fist around the slimy flesh sample, squishing it between his fingers. "Oh, fuck humanity," He replied casually, teetering towards the table with the specimen. His hands ran down the sides of the corpse's head, cupping it's ears, Raphael put his head dangerously close, looking as if he would lick the rotting meat pile. "Sure, our poor darling walker here is dead. Saddening, it's awful. Just as awful as the three girls he raped when he was living," Blue eyes turned back to Brooke, his hands making the carcass's head preform the same motion. His eyes held little mocking now, and more challenge. "I pity you for thinking a human's life is more beautiful than his demise."

But you know... I heard someone else say they thought you were pretty.

The soldier chuckled, dipping his head slightly at Saint. “You are too kind.” He replied, his eyes meeting Saint’s own hypnotizing blue ones. “The army.” He replied with a half truth. “A man in my platoon struck up a deal with me that I would teach him German and he would teach me French when we were overseas.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; just a twisting of the event. Reiner did learn French along with a few other languages when he was in Special Ops, but it was from some quick-learn system that had him learning a new language every week. He did help someone with German, but they never helped him with his understanding of languages.

"It wasn't a compliment for you," Raphael scoffed, grinning playfully. "I've yet hear you speak a lick of the language, for all I know, you sound like a strangled pig." The doctor flashed his teeth for a moment, now having compared him to a weasel and a pig. "Oh, the army," He purred with a hint of condescension, leaning forward and propping his elbows on the metal table, resting his head on the back of his wrist--unfazed by the corpse right below his face or filth on his hands. "Just another buzzcut, then? How upsetting," his eyes darted to the corpse, casually picking a maggot from it.

"What about you? You French born?"

The thought of soiling the man’s white wife beater by smearing his rot covered hands across Reiner’s toned body flashed into his mind. Raphael blinked, averting his gaze to the corpse. “They say French is the sexiest language, but to be honest, I’ve always thought the guttural sound of German to be far sexier,” He purred with a laugh, finally glancing back to Reiner. “And where exactly did you pick up French?”

Her eyes followed his fingers with apprehension, Brooke wasn’t one to allow herself to be grossed out, but the corpse in front of her was enough to make the strongest stomach churn. Her whole body tensed up as she saw him lift up the flesh. Taking in a deep breath before answering though clenched teeth “You and I have different understanding of what’s exciting.”

A chuckle came from deep in his throat, "Not to be so grim," He cooed, "But, this'll be all we ever see of our own death. God, heaven, hell, its all speculation. But decay," The distance between them was nearly nothing now, and Raphael was careful to position himself to make it difficult for her to move away from him. He smiled, tilting his head and lifting his brows, "We see it, can study it. We all decay, swell and explode with new life. It's quite beautiful." He extended his arm to her, holding the rotten flesh as if to compare it to the youthful nurse's.

"I don’t know why anyone hasn’t already thought of it." she told him with a light laugh, loser can drink that." she gestured with her chin to the jar he had just made her fill. "I’m not surprised you work best alone, I cant think of anyone else who can work on that and not throw up.”

He looked over his shoulder towards her and rubbing his forehead with his forearm, scoffing, "It's definitely an acquired taste." He smirked at her, averting his gaze at the body, his fingers tracing along the skin that still remained on the corpse. "It's never made me want to vomit. I mean, this," his fingers dig into the soft, decaying flesh and he peels back a slimy chuck of it, rubbing it between his fingers. Crystalline eyes dart immediately to the women, to read her face as he grins, "Is rather exciting, no?"

When the man offered his hand, Reiner easily took it. “Reiner Schwartz.” Reiner replied, his accent growing thicker once he spoke his name. “Êtes-vous français ou avez-vous simplifiez comme appeler les gens petits noms dans différentes langues?” Reiner’s french accent sounded a little…odd mingling with his german one, but he never stumbled over any words or showed any sign of recognizing the language shift as he lifted an eyebrow at Saint.

The doctor's brows raised when the man slipped into French, laughing behind his hand. "Oh, ma chérie, je ne suis pas prétentieux." He assured with a giggle, easily slipping into the language, his French smooth and fluent. "Pourtant, vous impressionner moi - mais vous êtes clairement pas le français, maintenant vous êtes? Allemand, peut-être?" His lip twitched into a wider, sideward smile.

The soldier could feel the other man’s eyes on him, taking in his dressed down look that showed the basic military pants, boots, and wife beater that hugged the man’s fit chest to leave almost nothing to the imagination. Reiner shook his head, turning to face the other. “I am just exploring to get a full layout of the town and it’s main buildings.” Reiner replied simply, his accent showing through the meticulous way he spoke. “I apologize if I ruined your specimen with my poking about.”

"Doctor Saint, by the way. But you can just call me Saint, cherie, everyone does" He stepped towards the man, pulling off his glove and offering his hand. "Ah--and call me Doc if you'd like an early autopsy," he smiled kindly.