Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [4b/?]
anonymous
April 27 2010, 14:35:45 UTC
Gilbert mentally sighed in relief, glad that his brother had not suspected a thing. That stunt of offering Ludwig to check his backpack could have backfired; if his brother did end up going through his bag, Ludwig would have discovered that apart from the things he had mentioned, he had also stowed a few clothes and some keepsakes - a sure sign that he was going to bolt the moment Ludwig let down his guard.
Gilbert was still annoyed that Ludwig refused to let go of his hand though, but he decided to pretend that it did not bother him much. Need to lull his overprotective brother into complacency. Yep.
The journey to Feliciano's was uneventful, except for that one occasion where one of the old ladies down the street made a remark to Ludwig on how nice it was for him to take 'his adorable little brother out on a trip.' Gilbert had found this horribly amusing, while a blushing Ludwig merely sputtered and tried to explain that he was the younger brother, not Gilbert, but the silly old bat (and he meant that literally) would have none of it.
The two brothers arrived at Feliciano's and Ludwig still did not let go of Gilbert's hand even when their excitable host literally flung himself out the door to cling to Ludwig in an enthusiastic hug.
"Ve~ You came!" Feliciano gushed, beaming. "Oh, hi Gilbert!"
"Hello Feliciano," Ludwig greeted, while Gilbert waved with his free hand. "Is your brother home?"
"No, he went to see those strange friends of his with the hats and sunglasses."
Eager to get started and as efficient as ever, Ludwig asked, "So where should I start?"
"Start what?" Feliciano blinked in confusion.
"You know, the mouse thing," Gilbert said hastily, hoping that Feliciano remembered their conversation yesterday. In the name of the Super Awesome Bird Legion of Doom series, please let him remember.
"Oh! Yes, the mouse! Umm, I've seen it in the kitchen and the storeroom!"
It took a great deal of effort from Gilbert to stop himself from twitching his bunny ears. Storeroom? Perfect.
Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [4c/?]
anonymous
April 27 2010, 14:43:58 UTC
"I'll start in the kitchen then," Ludwig said, dragging Gilbert inside, following after Feliciano. Only after they entered the house (ah, blessed air-conditioning at last, Gilbert thought) did he finally let go of his brother's hand. "Can you find something to do while I work?" he asked Gilbert.
"I have gelato!" Feliciano offered and promptly went to the refrigerator to retrieve the dessert.
"You read my mind, kid." Gilbert grinned and took a seat at the kitchen table.
Ludwig rolled his eyes, and then his sleeves up. "You could help, you know," he said as he started checking the back of the cabinets for signs of mice.
"Of course I can, but why should I?" Gilbert retorted before he took his first spoonful of his ice cream. A little show of irritation was probably in order, since Ludwig would be even more suspicious if he were too well-behaved. Besides, he was still annoyed over the whole having to hold hands business.
"Never mind." Ludwig sighed and went back to work. After a while of poking his nose behind cabinets, looking for mice trails or droppings, he shook his head and stood up. "There's some scratches and wear at the back of the cabinets, but I'm not really sure if they're caused by mice. I'll check the storeroom."
Yes, yes, check the storeroom. Gilbert's bunny ears and tail did twitch in excitement this time. He had been quite disappointed when he found that the kitchen was tidy, but both Feliciano and Lovino liked to cook so it was somewhat expected that the area was kept in order. But the storeroom? He resisted the urge to cackle. "Why don't you show him where's the storeroom, Feli?" Gilbert suggested.
"Okay!" Feliciano nodded and tugged Ludwig by the arm out of the kitchen.
A few moments later, the house shook when Ludwig yelled, "Just look at this mess! No wonder you've got a problem with mice!"
Gilbert silently said a prayer of thanks to the patron saint of hardcore neat freaks and slowly got up. He poked his head out of the kitchen to find that Feliciano, as absent-minded as ever, had left the front door wide open. He crept in the opposite direction and saw that Ludwig was busy scolding a very dejected Feliciano on the horribly messy state of the storeroom. Not that he blamed Ludwig; even he was impressed at the chaos. How did Feliciano ever manage to get, of all things, a Vespa on that shelf?
He grinned. Sure enough, Ludwig's desire for impeccable order and Feliciano's inability to keep things reasonably organised was a perfect combination for his plan. Gilbert knew that all he needed to do to keep Ludwig distracted was to give his neat-obsessed younger brother something to tidy. Now that Ludwig was in what Gilbert called his Stern Cleaning Mode (note the determined look, the stiffly erect doggie ears and the furiously wagging tail), nothing short of a meteor strike would shift his attention.
Gilbert was about to make his exit when he realised that he had forgotten something important. He walked to the kitchen table, grabbed the bowl of ice cream and grinned.
Then he promptly bolted out the front door.
---- reCaptcha: leapt break. Yes, Captcha. A break for freedom indeed.
Gilbert was still annoyed that Ludwig refused to let go of his hand though, but he decided to pretend that it did not bother him much. Need to lull his overprotective brother into complacency. Yep.
The journey to Feliciano's was uneventful, except for that one occasion where one of the old ladies down the street made a remark to Ludwig on how nice it was for him to take 'his adorable little brother out on a trip.' Gilbert had found this horribly amusing, while a blushing Ludwig merely sputtered and tried to explain that he was the younger brother, not Gilbert, but the silly old bat (and he meant that literally) would have none of it.
The two brothers arrived at Feliciano's and Ludwig still did not let go of Gilbert's hand even when their excitable host literally flung himself out the door to cling to Ludwig in an enthusiastic hug.
"Ve~ You came!" Feliciano gushed, beaming. "Oh, hi Gilbert!"
"Hello Feliciano," Ludwig greeted, while Gilbert waved with his free hand. "Is your brother home?"
"No, he went to see those strange friends of his with the hats and sunglasses."
Eager to get started and as efficient as ever, Ludwig asked, "So where should I start?"
"Start what?" Feliciano blinked in confusion.
"You know, the mouse thing," Gilbert said hastily, hoping that Feliciano remembered their conversation yesterday. In the name of the Super Awesome Bird Legion of Doom series, please let him remember.
"Oh! Yes, the mouse! Umm, I've seen it in the kitchen and the storeroom!"
It took a great deal of effort from Gilbert to stop himself from twitching his bunny ears. Storeroom? Perfect.
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"I have gelato!" Feliciano offered and promptly went to the refrigerator to retrieve the dessert.
"You read my mind, kid." Gilbert grinned and took a seat at the kitchen table.
Ludwig rolled his eyes, and then his sleeves up. "You could help, you know," he said as he started checking the back of the cabinets for signs of mice.
"Of course I can, but why should I?" Gilbert retorted before he took his first spoonful of his ice cream. A little show of irritation was probably in order, since Ludwig would be even more suspicious if he were too well-behaved. Besides, he was still annoyed over the whole having to hold hands business.
"Never mind." Ludwig sighed and went back to work. After a while of poking his nose behind cabinets, looking for mice trails or droppings, he shook his head and stood up. "There's some scratches and wear at the back of the cabinets, but I'm not really sure if they're caused by mice. I'll check the storeroom."
Yes, yes, check the storeroom. Gilbert's bunny ears and tail did twitch in excitement this time. He had been quite disappointed when he found that the kitchen was tidy, but both Feliciano and Lovino liked to cook so it was somewhat expected that the area was kept in order. But the storeroom? He resisted the urge to cackle. "Why don't you show him where's the storeroom, Feli?" Gilbert suggested.
"Okay!" Feliciano nodded and tugged Ludwig by the arm out of the kitchen.
A few moments later, the house shook when Ludwig yelled, "Just look at this mess! No wonder you've got a problem with mice!"
Gilbert silently said a prayer of thanks to the patron saint of hardcore neat freaks and slowly got up. He poked his head out of the kitchen to find that Feliciano, as absent-minded as ever, had left the front door wide open. He crept in the opposite direction and saw that Ludwig was busy scolding a very dejected Feliciano on the horribly messy state of the storeroom. Not that he blamed Ludwig; even he was impressed at the chaos. How did Feliciano ever manage to get, of all things, a Vespa on that shelf?
He grinned. Sure enough, Ludwig's desire for impeccable order and Feliciano's inability to keep things reasonably organised was a perfect combination for his plan. Gilbert knew that all he needed to do to keep Ludwig distracted was to give his neat-obsessed younger brother something to tidy. Now that Ludwig was in what Gilbert called his Stern Cleaning Mode (note the determined look, the stiffly erect doggie ears and the furiously wagging tail), nothing short of a meteor strike would shift his attention.
Gilbert was about to make his exit when he realised that he had forgotten something important. He walked to the kitchen table, grabbed the bowl of ice cream and grinned.
Then he promptly bolted out the front door.
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reCaptcha: leapt break. Yes, Captcha. A break for freedom indeed.
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Can't wait until you get the next part up.
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To freedom and smut!!!!
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