Basically a series (maybe) of short vignettes that peek into the everyday lives of folks at the Schwartz household. There'll be more if anyone wants them.

Schwartz Shorts
"A typical Saturday morning"

Schuldig [1] groaned from his place on the couch, eyeing the room groggily. His unfocused eyes swept Brad, who'd been eaten by the newspaper, Farfello, who was busy painting the walls, and Nagi, who was watching cartoons. Since his moan had elicted no attention whatsoever, he tried another strategy.

"Braaaaaad," he whined. Brad ignored him.

"Braaaaaaadleeeeeey," he tried again.

"No," Brad said shortly.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"

"No,"

"Pleeee-"

"Shut up, Schuldig." Schuldig grinned weakly.

//Braaaaaaaad.//

//Out of my head, Schuldig.//

//Pleeeeeeeease?//

//Get it yourself.//

//I can't move//

//Well it's not my fault you got drunk off your ass. I specifically remember telling you not to go out last night.//

///But-//

//No.// Schuldig sighed and went for a different tactic.

"Farf?" The psychotic Irishman ignored him, too busy with his knives.

"Aw, c'mon, Farf," Schuldig whined. "Help out a friend, will ya?"

"Helping friends makes God smile," Farfello said flatly. Well, two down..

"Nagi?"

"Go away, Schuldig."

"You won't even have to get up!'

"I'm not wasting my concentration on an idiot like you."

Schuldig let out a high pitched moan. Brad twitched, Farfello ignored it, and Nagi yelled, "Alright already!"

So saying, he picked the headache medicine up off the counter and beaned Schuldig in the head with it - hard.

Schuldig moaned again. "Mein Gott, chibi [2]. Take it easy! The hangover's enough!"

Nagi just snorted and went back to his cartoons.