#paulhlanders

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AO3 link | Words: 3407 | Pairing: Paul/Till | Era: Pre-Rammstein 

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“Wakey, wakey, Till!”

Paul’s higher voice pierces the tranquility of Till’s bedroom. A voice that somehow sounds as if he was ran over by his puberty yesterday, despite that development passing over a decade ago. Till grunts in displeasure when a disruptive body lands on the foot of the bed with a leap, nearly sending him to the moon. But considering Till is easily twice Paul’s weight, he does no such thing. Instead, he hits his head against the wall which frames the bed and grumpily, sleepily snarls.

“What the fuck—why the fuck—” Till begins, which has Paul laughing aloud. Till sluggishly rises onto an elbow, and swivels his torso around on a pivot to see Paul kneeling over his muscular legs, a smug smile on his youthful face. His blonde hair is pulled back into his signature low ponytail. He’s wearing that ambiguously green shirt with the typical paired black vest, and those sweatpants that add more shape to his skinny little legs. Paul. Of course it’s Paul. Who else would break into his house at this hour to pester him? God, how did he even get there?

Till mumbles, more grunt than German, “What do you want, brat? If you couldn’t tell, I was sleeping.”

“You were,” Paul agrees, crossing his lean arms with a cocked brow, “But now you’re awake, and you’re paying attention to me, which was my objective. Why else do you think I would go out of my way to ambush you at this time of night, this far out of Berlin?”