Taming of the Bull (1.3/?)
anonymous
August 23 2009, 01:01:36 UTC
Standing from his chair with eyebrows furrowed, Ludwig stated as calmly as possible, “Gilbert, we have to go now.”
“Aw, c’mon West!” Gilbert replied. “Y’gotta see this, it’s fuckin’ amazing! Looks exactly like you, I swear!”
This only made Ludwig more worried. Knowing Gilbert’s definition of ‘fuckin’ amazing,’ he was now suspecting that the drawing was actually some sort of joke or jibe towards him. It wouldn’t have been the first time, after all.
But, even so, curiosity took over and he walked around the table to where his brother and the strange man were, striding with a sense of purpose as to maintain some image of efficiency. “I really don’t see why I must see this,” he muttered, but as he leaned over Feliciano’s shoulder to take a peek, he swallowed his own words and simply stared.
It was needless to say that Ludwig knew absolutely nothing about art or anything related. However, anyone could plainly see that this was a work of talent. It was a near-perfect portrait of him, with all the details and shades and colors and lines down to a tee. It looked like something that could be displayed in a museum, and yet, it was only produced with Paint and a touchpad in a ridiculously short amount of time.
“Wow,” Ludwig said, no other words coming to mind.
“I know, right?” Gilbert exclaimed proudly, as if he had been the producer. “I don’t know what you’re doing here in this stuffy room, Feli, you could make big bucks with this alone!”
“Feli?”
“Got a problem with that, West?” The albino man clapped Feliciano’s shoulder. “This little guy’s my new buddy!”
“Who’s West?” Feliciano asked with doe eyes.
Gilbert gave a wicked smirk. “That would be the star of your portrait, m’dear! This gruff bear’s Ludwig, though his middle name’s West and I personally think it sounds a lot more badass. Don’cha think, Feli?”
The youngest Vargas seemed to contemplate this. “Ehh, but Ludwig’s a good name too. Like the music guy, right?”
“I… guess,” Ludwig replied, a little uncomfortable being the center of this conversation.
“Hey, Feli, question! Why did you go drawing him when the fabulous me was sitting right next to him?” asked Gilbert jokingly, resting an elbow on top of the brunette’s head.
“Mm… because he’s really attractive!” Feliciano said with utmost sincerity, and Ludwig physically flinched from the embarrassing honesty of the statement. “I’ve never had the chance to draw such a great jawline before! And his eyes, and cheekbones, and his nose too! They’re all very handsome!”
Ludwig progressively grew redder and redder in complexion as the sentence went on. Had this man no sense of shame? Having been raised by his father and brother, he was completely unprepared for the onslaught of flattery. As Feliciano rambled on, Ludwig could only stand by dumbstruck.
“And I thought you looked kind of scary at first, but you seem like a nice guy!” Feliciano gasped, as if he had just encountered the most genius idea ever. “I know! Let’s be friends!” He stuck out his hand, smiling the sunniest smile Ludwig had ever seen. “I’m Feliciano! It’s very nice to meet you, Ludwig!”
Ludwig, whose cheeks were still stained with a light blush, trained to retain his composure as he took the other man’s hand and shook it. “Yes… it’s very nice to meet you as well.”
“Oh, are you doing anything for lunch?” Feliciano’s wide eyes were practically sparkling.
In face of that puppy-dog expression, Ludwig found himself feeling genuinely regretful as he said, “I’m sorry, I’m on a tight schedule today. But maybe some other time?”
Feliciano nodded, though Ludwig could practically see the man’s drooping tail and ears. But then the Italian perked up again as he chirped, “Okay! I know this place that makes great pasta, I’ll take you there!”
“R-Right,” Ludwig replied with a small smile (a much unused one, at that). “Brother, let’s go.” With another nod to their new acquaintance, he headed for the exit, Gilbert following close behind.
Standing from his chair with eyebrows furrowed, Ludwig stated as calmly as possible, “Gilbert, we have to go now.”
“Aw, c’mon West!” Gilbert replied. “Y’gotta see this, it’s fuckin’ amazing! Looks exactly like you, I swear!”
This only made Ludwig more worried. Knowing Gilbert’s definition of ‘fuckin’ amazing,’ he was now suspecting that the drawing was actually some sort of joke or jibe towards him. It wouldn’t have been the first time, after all.
But, even so, curiosity took over and he walked around the table to where his brother and the strange man were, striding with a sense of purpose as to maintain some image of efficiency. “I really don’t see why I must see this,” he muttered, but as he leaned over Feliciano’s shoulder to take a peek, he swallowed his own words and simply stared.
It was needless to say that Ludwig knew absolutely nothing about art or anything related. However, anyone could plainly see that this was a work of talent. It was a near-perfect portrait of him, with all the details and shades and colors and lines down to a tee. It looked like something that could be displayed in a museum, and yet, it was only produced with Paint and a touchpad in a ridiculously short amount of time.
“Wow,” Ludwig said, no other words coming to mind.
“I know, right?” Gilbert exclaimed proudly, as if he had been the producer. “I don’t know what you’re doing here in this stuffy room, Feli, you could make big bucks with this alone!”
“Feli?”
“Got a problem with that, West?” The albino man clapped Feliciano’s shoulder. “This little guy’s my new buddy!”
“Who’s West?” Feliciano asked with doe eyes.
Gilbert gave a wicked smirk. “That would be the star of your portrait, m’dear! This gruff bear’s Ludwig, though his middle name’s West and I personally think it sounds a lot more badass. Don’cha think, Feli?”
The youngest Vargas seemed to contemplate this. “Ehh, but Ludwig’s a good name too. Like the music guy, right?”
“I… guess,” Ludwig replied, a little uncomfortable being the center of this conversation.
“Hey, Feli, question! Why did you go drawing him when the fabulous me was sitting right next to him?” asked Gilbert jokingly, resting an elbow on top of the brunette’s head.
“Mm… because he’s really attractive!” Feliciano said with utmost sincerity, and Ludwig physically flinched from the embarrassing honesty of the statement. “I’ve never had the chance to draw such a great jawline before! And his eyes, and cheekbones, and his nose too! They’re all very handsome!”
Ludwig progressively grew redder and redder in complexion as the sentence went on. Had this man no sense of shame? Having been raised by his father and brother, he was completely unprepared for the onslaught of flattery. As Feliciano rambled on, Ludwig could only stand by dumbstruck.
“And I thought you looked kind of scary at first, but you seem like a nice guy!” Feliciano gasped, as if he had just encountered the most genius idea ever. “I know! Let’s be friends!” He stuck out his hand, smiling the sunniest smile Ludwig had ever seen. “I’m Feliciano! It’s very nice to meet you, Ludwig!”
Ludwig, whose cheeks were still stained with a light blush, trained to retain his composure as he took the other man’s hand and shook it. “Yes… it’s very nice to meet you as well.”
“Oh, are you doing anything for lunch?” Feliciano’s wide eyes were practically sparkling.
In face of that puppy-dog expression, Ludwig found himself feeling genuinely regretful as he said, “I’m sorry, I’m on a tight schedule today. But maybe some other time?”
Feliciano nodded, though Ludwig could practically see the man’s drooping tail and ears. But then the Italian perked up again as he chirped, “Okay! I know this place that makes great pasta, I’ll take you there!”
“R-Right,” Ludwig replied with a small smile (a much unused one, at that). “Brother, let’s go.” With another nod to their new acquaintance, he headed for the exit, Gilbert following close behind.
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