I'm throwing out all of your belongings in your dresser so I can put my cigarettes there.
"Do zhat und I’ll throw your mattress off zhe roof."
"I’ll share my belongings if you share yours. After all, I’m very generous individual, Luitger." He replied, giving an innocent smile.
"Vhy vould I vant anyzhing of yours.. Look, just don’t touch any of my med- Zhings. Don’t touch any of my zhings." He knew he probably shouldn’t be stressed about what Stanislav would make of his medication. The bastard probably wouldn’t even recognize half the hormones he was taking, much less what they were for. Still, the years had taught him to be cautious.
"Fine. I meant don’t touch my medication. I’m a sick old man who doesn’t vant his pills moved around. Now leave me alone und find someone else to pester."
"Aw, but my dear, sweet Luitger, how else vill I get to know you better? In fact, finding out vhat is in your dresser vill make us closer as teammates!"
And with that said, he happily began skipping off to their shared room.