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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The Austrian sighed as he picked Daniel up. "I suppose I have no choice." he muttered and began walking back to the guest room, a very bland and spacious room that could match a hotel's. As he helped the boy into the bed, Fredrich suddenly felt tired. Playing father was exhausting, and for someone with a job in law that was saying something.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Again, Fredrich blinked. "Erm..." He finished tucking Daniel in and tugged awkwardly at his collar. "I don't have any story books..."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich gave it some thought. Fairytales consisted of magic, royalty, and love. That was the basic formula. Closer inspection showed that there was a tortured soul, a witch, and an evil step-mother or a deceased parent. How could he make a story out of that...?
... .... ...... ...............He had nothing. But! As he dug deep into his... creativity, he managed to dig up his childhood memories.
"Actually, there is a story I remember." Fredrich mused as he sat onto the bed. "My mother used to tell me it every night. It's called Hansel and Gretel. If I remember right, it went something like... Once upon a time a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the forest with his two children..."
And so Fredrich started his tale, envisioning when it was he who was in the bed and his mother telling him the tale. He recalled the events in the story effortlessly, and even changed his voices to match characters and add to the imagery - Yes, he even scratched up his heavy tone to make a witch's voice. As he went more and more into the story, the detective got on the bed and sat up against the wall, using hand motions to help describe bits of the tale. He had to admit that it was enjoyable to some degree. It was nostalgic and filled him with an old happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.
"...And they all lived happily together ever after. The end." Ending the tale, Fredrich dropped his hands to his lap and looked over to Daniel to see if he was still awake.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

He frowned. "I don't know any princess stories." he murmured, and he certainly wasn't letting his first princess story be something he made up! Looking around, he spotted the songwriter. "Ah Ellery, why don't you tell the next story?" he suggested. He would have gotten up, but was stuck at the moment with Daniel leaned against him.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich had beaten Daniel to it, though. His arm was around the child, and his head was tilted downward with his eyes closed. He had a peaceful look on his face as he slept soundly, a snore coming out every now and then.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The sound of sizzling hissed through the entire apartment, doubled by the local news on the TV. The scent of bacon and eggs wafted around from the kitchen, where Fredrich was. Up early by biological clock, he was awake before the two and managed to take care of a few errands before cooking for them. He was dressed the same as last night, his button up open and a loose undershirt beneath it, but the dampness in his ink black hair told that he had a shower earlier.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Seven-thirty." the detective replied, eyes on the pan. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder to Ellery, chuckling at the sight. "You can go back to bed if you'd like. This food will still be here by the time you're up." He looked back at the pan. "How do you like your eggs?"

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich turned his head and looked at Ellery with a serious glare. "Have I ever done anything even remotely similar to Han?"

Without proof, you'll never catch me.