"The beauty is indeed that of Hegel now has always scared when I'm doing!"
It was true. Klaas registered the movement with which Joko his hand raised, signaling to wish him a stick, as he quickly grasped the meaning of previous words.
The pain, however, did. Joko's laughter was committed and whether echoed the nature of the premises twice as loud resist. Only when the rest of the team coincided with the laughter, were relaxing Klaas' facial features gradually and were of tightly pressed lips and narrowed eyes as firmly off.
"Haha," said Klaas assorted gestures and facial expressions to an end and twisted it ostentatiously, Joko just for a very, very stupid to keep colleagues, the eyes. "As you can win it again and what happens? Only trouble! Only fear and terror! Can "
" profits. Is clear. How was he just talks himself forever. "
" Oah ...!" The Klaas, the eyes again twisted. Now, because Joko had him profusely down his arm around the shoulder, while he pulled him up and the already messed up hair even more upset had dug.
chaos after Winterscheidt.
Klaas turned out of the affair before his feel-good barometer reached the absolute zero. It was hard enough to keep it above freezing. Not only because of the defeat before the camera, but also because Joko penetrating joy behind it. Or was there not a "The matter is in the can" hear that?
However, since the Klaas was relatively safe and immediately went with both hands over his hair. Joko still giggling. The associated Amusement crept up like an animal crawling the walls and Klaas was back with the paranoid panic, it could be any second cascade down on him and bite him. Or beat. High time then to go for it:
"I'm out."
"What, are you then get away! No way! "As simple as had the Younger introduced that made it did not unfortunately. While Klaas had been in essence, to aim for the door, but he now had one hand on the Jackettkragen who held him in place.
"Yes, I still have 'nen date," it messes up and ripped a second time by Joko rid of the ever - but really always! - On physical contact was when he recorded a victory. He would have come slowly find out that in these situations no Klaas - but actually no! - Felt like it.
"Pfff! Yes, sure. I'll tell you now me, what hast for 'nen date you still! "
" Me! "
" You help me now for the first time nice to get this disgusting mush here from my face. Go! Otherwise it is what, my dear! And while off-camera! "
" Ow! Now let it be times, man! "Klaas fought for the third time against the hand of his colleagues, who had now chosen his neck as a working surface and bravely placed Klaas forced toward the door.
"The son runs and itches already totally! Where did you get the recipe actually restore, you little pervert "railed Joko down the aisle and got the reply with which he had already expected:
"? Internet Shake That! And now let go, hey! "With a faltering step forward Klaas withdrew from the neck grip and rubbed selfsame be damaged, while a dirty look over his shoulder and hurled in the direction of Joko. The ridiculous feathers made this harder than I thought.
Joko lost his hand just a waste "Shake That web. Where else? ". Then he thought of the unwelcome grin on Klaas' face. It was incentive enough, also a step to go faster and this time not only auszuholen, but also to strike.
"Ouch!"
"Behave yourself. Then I need not resort to such measures. "Joko's statement came easy but understandable, therefore, prompting grumbling Klaas.
"A few, anyway."
"no less." Destructive Joko pushed the door to the bathroom on himself and cared not that great around the breakaway protest.
"Five-free, whenever you want. There was nothing settled! "
" Whatever. "Furthermore, Joko untangiert plucked some paper towels from the dispenser and wiped it on his face. That it had twinge, you saw him here more than clear.
"But I've earned 50 free, you bum. Tar and feathers. How to get only in so 'nen shit? "
As Joko would have had the quality that much better and sophisticated Joker ...!
Klaas leaned at a safe distance from the wall and shrugged his shoulders a bit inconsistent. He probably would have at least grinned when the moment would have allowed it. But his day's work related to spanking was long ago full.
The towels wandered into the dustbin. Joko tried his luck with water and soap and plenty of rubbing. The springs circumvented. Only the tough, brown film gave him trouble.
unconsciously shifted the audience of the spectacle of his weight on the hind forefoot. The arms held Klaas entangled while Joko watched passively without actually seeing him. It was more of a stare in his eyes not focusing the first name and his look accordingly Nothing lost in thought. Somewhere here between tiles and cool walls and no natural light. With Joko.
"Hello! Earth dreamer: help "with the words got Klaas two crumpled, wet towels against the left arm raw. The terror of him, even for Joko palpable cringe and tear after cursing the towels themselves. While still stumped about his feeling of boorish terror he evict a brief shake of the head-tested, he turned to Joko.
This was in just the second of the tap. His face was at 40 percent off make-up and flushed. Now no longer primarily from the inserted slaps, but whether the aggressive action against the "tar . In
Joko's eyes met Klaas something, perhaps a challenge that wanted him to say he was not a nurse with 31 and Joko must surely be able to wash themselves. But apart from a soundless, hidden Swallow, turned things Klaas nothing. His colleague had now not sour enough to make you feel sorry for the Teeridee much. The moment caused simply ensure that Klaas felt strange.
The cloths just above the pelvis wring, devoted to a problem without knowing the first really, really like. Joko did not move, even as they laid a hand on his chin. Just to win more power for wiping. It was a question of resistance, stability. So far Klaas' considerations.
His hand with the towels did not arrive at Joko's cheek. But that just caused by you overheard in the air. Not emphatically. Only with good intention:
"If you really have gone ,..."
while ago, when she had met with the team, there would Joko Klaas can theoretically ask what he wants to do. But he had not done, although he had seen exactly that Klaas had brought the jacket. That said, the language to have to get changed by any time. The language of deadlines and of a life that demanded more filling. She gave him both. Meanwhile, on a larger scale than ever. MTV Home was just one, albeit extremely important component. The word career in recent years range moves inexorably louder to them.
And then suddenly it was just strange. Strange, when such a small moment like the present successfully smuggled into the great spectacle. A moment that was so quiet that they even the drop of water slid off the cock, heard bouncing in the pool. A moment that reminded them once more time to have had for each other.
A moment Joko's hand was nothing to absorption. One of those moments where Klaas' views could not contain himself, and far too much telling, because otherwise he would no more appropriate occasion received.
shaking his head slightly, remained silent and Klaas broke contact with the intimate exchange of glances. Joko's appearance seemed as if to ask where his friend had in mind. The older man is saved, however, and go instead to his own thoughts when he's not grimacing because Klaas removed the last remnants of the home-made tar with the fingers. Towel and soap were pushed to their limits. The minutes of which were usually so much emphasis placed trickled, uneventful past them. Klaas she could not appreciate, but eventually he was done and realized it in that Joko him holding out a fresh cloth on which he could wipe his fingers.
Klaas it was ultimately in both hands, without even doing anything else.
"You have to go "
Whether it Yes or No answer should -. or even something completely different - was invalid. Klaas did not even have the chance to look up voluntarily. The gesture with which he pushed a hand Joko's chin to make it equal to kiss it occurred to him before.
The touch was to interrupt good that they could easily say that Joko was right. For he had looked sober. Life called, and the clock is ticking, somewhere.
Not here.
Ten minutes later you would forgive Klaas, otherwise he was almost always on time. And maybe he made it even in time. His life felt better, at least in full, with his lips as he again visited Joko's mouth and the warning Clock not even heard.
UPDATE:
This soil, this flat, level ground, feels wrong, as his condition slowly seeps into their consciousness.
saturated with smiles and dynamic steps towards the exit, return their sense of gravity and can be implemented Palina to have missed the skating. Not for nothing that she has much longer for this rotation used as originally calculated. She could not stop. Their Feet long for the board, not the land they accept only grudgingly.
But the board was only on loan, they may not retain so. The same goes for the rest of your gear. Somewhere in her sighs slightly heavy heart, as she has to get things out of his hand and then by her two colleagues who have accompanied the rotation adopted.
"Were great," she waves to the cameraman to leave and they must be thrilled to laugh. Because yes, they can skate. Accordingly, it was easy for them, today's " 99 things every man should have done in his life " to get it over with.
a last look in the Hall throwing their zipper pulls Palina higher. Out there they expected Berlin. The Berlin, which became over winter at a brazen beast, without hesitation, which hands out harsh winds and is only happy when all the inhabitants carry with sniveling nose and hoarse voices in the streets.
you but feels just too good to be sick. ran through her veins, being duly adrenaline, interspersed with satisfaction against a weakened immune system. With a violent surge pushes Palina the door and marched them straight. Knowing that they will soon look now and then. Dancing is good exercise is good, but skating is just different good. Not fade away as you witness this unending grin.
Suddenly there are hands, her world is dark and her body shudders like a startled rabbit. burst in her head energy spheres and propel her heartbeat in unhealthy levels. Her voice gives the situation a scream, just at the moment they feel the foreign body behind. A
not really all too foreign body, they believe ...!
Like lightning fast their hands up to her face, touch, feel, evaluate, recognize and combine. Let Palina clearly audible wheezing:
"Man! This is not funny! "She wants sound angry, they really tried. Nevertheless, she heard the laughter behind him, which is so loud that it can cut through the gray snow clouds easily. By the horror in Palinas differs, however, face increased pallor a rosy complexion.
"No?" It whispered in his ear played her indignation, and her hands are still quiet on the other pair.
your slides a smile from the soul: "No, I could beat you unconscious," he laughs
again, but he really knows their otherwise excellent reflexes. With them, his action has been courageous. No, actually she was just stupid. This makes the current situation but no less beautiful for Palina.
"Oh! Then you had me but must also maintain healthy again. I see you have right in front of me, as my sexy nurse ... "He unabashedly enjoys what is not happening - any pain that would have gone hand in hand to advance, studiously ignoring. Cold wind blows to the Palina know is not true it does right, because his imagination is just about jumping on them, they smile can hide and still hold on to their defiance. Only the good education due. To the associated "Forget it," she comes around, of course not.
re-enters his warm smile in her ear traverses their ear canal and clutter their minds. At the same time he takes his hands benevolently from their eyes so they can turn around slowly in his embrace and ultimately is there. Once she has no paragraphs in the feet, it comes in his presence before uncharacteristically small. But it fits already so assured her feelings to her. Everything is all right ...
Palina housed in a reflex that drives her on her toes and hands can be supported on his chest so she can steal him a kiss. His mouth tastes like winter air and unmistakably after him.
"Why are you really there yet?" She says. takes "I thought you fly tomorrow back?"
The wind before a sharp turn and Joko anyway due to the weather disheveled hair blowing from side to side. His brown eyes conspiratorially, as he raises his eyebrows suggestively:
"Do you really, would that I did, what you have provided in it to miss, just like that? Nene, I even wanted to see live! "
" Oh, now, but tell no shit ...!" With the palm of his hand once flattered Palina beats on his chest, her fingers are likely to remain there. She wants to reach into the box and irony Joko complain that he never, ever the only reason here. But has the knowledge that he's probably secretly dates yet so skillfully coordinated that he could see in there all the time in secret, they can fall silent blushes. He did not lie. And he has no cause.
"Is' no shit," he mumbles from above, although it is virtually impossible believes her, his voice caressing her cheek. Joko's embrace, meanwhile, does what she does best: pushing Palina even closer to him and they leave happy mumble something back:
. Tibjá Ljublju Yes "(1)
ground under the feet of her in his presence is utterly foreign.
1) I was not hit, if the translation is guessed wrong.
