A Friday Night Out
Who: Ludwig and Feliciano
When: Friday night, September 24th
Where: A fancy restaurant.
What: The first date after a long time apart.
Ludwig slowly pulled up the mansion's drive in his black Volkswagen Phaeton, ready to pick Feliciano up for their date. He'd spent an hour choosing which tie to wear with what shirt, changing his mind seven times before finally, feeling like a girl before her first date, settling on a silver tie and charcoal two-button suit Feliciano had helped him pick out. Ludwig always felt a sort of pride when he wore that suit, and reserved it for special occasions.
Less than half an hour before he'd arranged to leave with Feliciano, Gilbert barged into his room, demanding to be dropped off downtown. Since Ludwig had told Gilbert not to use the stove or microwave while they were gone (after finding a pair of Gilbert's underwear in the microwave when he got back, Ludwig no longer trusted his brother in the kitchen), Ludwig sighed before slipping on his watch and leading the way to the door. Grabbing his keys off the hook on the wall, he let himself out, Gilbert close behind.
The drive was quick, and soon Ludwig had disposed of his brother and turned the car around. As he rolled into the driveway, he watched the windows of the house, wondering if Feliciano was ready.
When: Friday night, September 24th
Where: A fancy restaurant.
What: The first date after a long time apart.
Ludwig slowly pulled up the mansion's drive in his black Volkswagen Phaeton, ready to pick Feliciano up for their date. He'd spent an hour choosing which tie to wear with what shirt, changing his mind seven times before finally, feeling like a girl before her first date, settling on a silver tie and charcoal two-button suit Feliciano had helped him pick out. Ludwig always felt a sort of pride when he wore that suit, and reserved it for special occasions.
Less than half an hour before he'd arranged to leave with Feliciano, Gilbert barged into his room, demanding to be dropped off downtown. Since Ludwig had told Gilbert not to use the stove or microwave while they were gone (after finding a pair of Gilbert's underwear in the microwave when he got back, Ludwig no longer trusted his brother in the kitchen), Ludwig sighed before slipping on his watch and leading the way to the door. Grabbing his keys off the hook on the wall, he let himself out, Gilbert close behind.
The drive was quick, and soon Ludwig had disposed of his brother and turned the car around. As he rolled into the driveway, he watched the windows of the house, wondering if Feliciano was ready.