Ludwig can’t stand when Feliciano is like this… though giving it some thought it really isn’t any different from any other time he has to be within the other’s present. It’s like being stuck in a tar pit in that no matter how much you fight you’re stuck there, which is actually rather depressing that’s he thinking such things because if that’s the case he’s long since drowned under the suffocating pressure.
Feliciano meanwhile gives no heed to Ludwig’s ‘Inner Turmoil Theater’ too happy about getting to be able to see his older brother, a rather smile on his features as he rounds the corner down to where his brother’s office is though slows in his quick steps as something odd catches his ear. It almost sounds like moaning and getting closer to the office door that had been left cracked open confirms that it is moaning, though there’s a voice now-that’s big brother’s voice!
And in a rather heat of should-be-hero~ism Feliciano almost slings the whole door open to see just what is causing his brother to make sounds as though in such pain. But he manages to stop himself as he grabs the door knob, noting the sight just as Ludwig rounded the corner and he snapped (well as softly snapped as he could possibly do) and approaching the large blond with a shaky laugh. “Big brother doesn’t seem to be here~~”
“Oh? Well then let’s just wait for him in his office.” The German offered moving to pass the Italian though was stopped rather quickly to said Italian latching onto his sleeve and tugging in the opposite direction. “W-what are you doing?”
“Um, um…. Oh Ludwig, look at the time~~” Feliciano began looking to his wrist that was rather bare of any kind of watch, let alone any kind of instrument to tell time. “You know what time it is?”
Ludwig can’t stand when Feliciano is like this… though giving it some thought it really isn’t any different from any other time he has to be within the other’s present. It’s like being stuck in a tar pit in that no matter how much you fight you’re stuck there, which is actually rather depressing that’s he thinking such things because if that’s the case he’s long since drowned under the suffocating pressure.
Feliciano meanwhile gives no heed to Ludwig’s ‘Inner Turmoil Theater’ too happy about getting to be able to see his older brother, a rather smile on his features as he rounds the corner down to where his brother’s office is though slows in his quick steps as something odd catches his ear. It almost sounds like moaning and getting closer to the office door that had been left cracked open confirms that it is moaning, though there’s a voice now-that’s big brother’s voice!
And in a rather heat of should-be-hero~ism Feliciano almost slings the whole door open to see just what is causing his brother to make sounds as though in such pain. But he manages to stop himself as he grabs the door knob, noting the sight just as Ludwig rounded the corner and he snapped (well as softly snapped as he could possibly do) and approaching the large blond with a shaky laugh. “Big brother doesn’t seem to be here~~”
“Oh? Well then let’s just wait for him in his office.” The German offered moving to pass the Italian though was stopped rather quickly to said Italian latching onto his sleeve and tugging in the opposite direction. “W-what are you doing?”
“Um, um…. Oh Ludwig, look at the time~~” Feliciano began looking to his wrist that was rather bare of any kind of watch, let alone any kind of instrument to tell time. “You know what time it is?”
“Un… What?”
“Siesta~~~”
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