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.
"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.
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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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