Friends Never Say Goodbye

That's a blast from the past, huh? It probably wasn't obvious since I'm a reclusive little rolly polly who doesn't know how to talk about stuff, but until relatively recently Katanarkao (formerly General Palladium) and I weren't on speaking terms. Although, bizarrely, it wasn't because we were cross with one another. Well, I was convinced he was cross with me for months, but it turns out he'd really just cut ties in an act of misguided altruism because he valued my friendship so much and, and... this is probably creating more questions than it's answering.

TL;DR He needed some alone-time but now we're Alte Kameraden again still. That's why Klaus' best frienemy hasn't reared his crested head in the better part of a year.

True story: when he contacted me a few months ago explaining the hasty departure and expressing a desire to rekindle the friendship, muscle memory forgot which of my hands was dominant for a week and I performed a series of household chores in an untypical fashion in a daze. "What constitutes as an untypical chore?" to name one, lathering soap into the bristles of your hairbrush. With the stabilizing pole to a barbell. In an unlit bathroom well after midnight. It's funny because you think I'm joking. Apparently when I'm jolted, the little Funkersoldaten upstairs just set fire to their equipment and dance naked in the bunker.

In spite of my outwardly mentally deranged behavior at the time, I was inwardly ecstatic, and immediately after finishing the, uh, "special chores" and replying to the note, it was time to open the floodgates and cease the suppression of an impulse more powerful than the urge to invade Poland: my clinically undiagnosed, obsessive need to draw semi-homoerotic Palladiaus (Klaudium?) art. This time with the help of some appropirately titled music, both in their circumstances and mine.

Let's hope a situation like that never arises again, who knows what my brain might delete next time. Might wake up with a hammer and sickle armband, kneeling in front of Lenin's corpse.

Klaus: "Henri, you... you... Idioten! Do you know vhat zuh punishment für desertion vas back in mein day?"

Palladium: "Oui, your day was my day, too. You forget that I am also a général, Mon Général. Now, drop zee military facade and admeet that you missed moi."

Klaus: "Like I miss zuh Sird Reich!"

Palladium: "So what you are saying eez you cannot live without cock."

Klaus: "Go ahead vith your antics, ich bin zu glücklich to even get flustered."

Palladium: "Très bien! Because I was just about to ask you about zee death spiral we are currently engaged in. Eez zees not zee eagle's way of asking "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

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