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Dan draped the cloth across Archie's eye-like portholes and stepped back to judge the effect. Behind him, Rorschach lurked in the shadows of the dimly-lit basement. He was eating sugar cubes again. Disgusting habit, but with slightly less horrifying sound effects than the canned beans.
"What do you think?" Dan asked. "Too bold? I wanted something that wasn't quite so plain."
The sound of crunching paused. Rorschach swallowed noisily. "Looks like mold splotches."
Dan sighed and took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly. "So I take it that you don't like it?"
"Like mold in bathtub of old apartment where found body of dead hooker in '74. Dead for three days before neighbor noticed the smell." Rorschach stuffed a few more sugar cubes in his mouth, adding indistinctly, "Ugly business, that."
"Jesus. You couldn't have mentioned this before I bought the curtains?" Dan demanded.
Rorschach shrugged. "Justice does not care about paisley."