Homeless Italian In Need Of A Bed
WHO: Feliciano, Gilbert, Ludwig, Old Fritz, Blackie
WHEN: Wed. Sept, 16. Late Afternoon
WHERE: Ludwig and Gilbert's place
WHAT: Feli needs a place to stay after getting kick out of the Charleston... Damn rent not waiting for them while they were in jail...
RATING: Nakedness? Beat up peoplez begging for a place to stay? idk man
This was not good. In no universe would this be good. The rent had been due sometime within the last weeks and of course it hadn't been paid. He and Romano had been in jail, how could they? And with what money? Their parent's paid for classes and their rent on the most part. He had probably been dropped from his classes too and he could only pray that he hadn't been fired from Euforia.
They had managed to scrounge enough cash last minute to afford a small unit at Liberty Storage and stashed most of their possessions there for now. A second problem had presented itself. They needed places to stay. Knowing most of their friends wouldn't be able to take them both in the brothers had split up, promising to text the other once they found a place to stay.
The only problem was... where to stay?
Feliciano paused in the middle of the sidewalk, took a look around and wandered over to a nearby bus stop. A large duffel bag thudded softly to the floor and he eased the backpack down as well. He would have frowned, had there not been thick, black thread keeping his lip together. He'd ask Kiku but the man didn't like him very much... and the Italian didn't know where he lived. Antonio seemed to be having troubles and Romano would go there first anyways. Lenna... no, not with Vash anywhere nearby. Almost everyone he knew had a room mate and he didn't know Feliks or Fernando enough to even think of asking them. There was one last option...
A little later Feliciano was on Ludwig's doorstep, pulling nervously at his plain cotton shirt. The man was probably at work. Still, he had to at least try. Gathering his courage he knocked quickly a few times, wincing when he used the wrong arm. Damn, he'd forgotten he'd fallen to the floor. "L-ludwig, ve? Are you home?" Please, please be home.....
WHEN: Wed. Sept, 16. Late Afternoon
WHERE: Ludwig and Gilbert's place
WHAT: Feli needs a place to stay after getting kick out of the Charleston... Damn rent not waiting for them while they were in jail...
RATING: Nakedness? Beat up peoplez begging for a place to stay? idk man
This was not good. In no universe would this be good. The rent had been due sometime within the last weeks and of course it hadn't been paid. He and Romano had been in jail, how could they? And with what money? Their parent's paid for classes and their rent on the most part. He had probably been dropped from his classes too and he could only pray that he hadn't been fired from Euforia.
They had managed to scrounge enough cash last minute to afford a small unit at Liberty Storage and stashed most of their possessions there for now. A second problem had presented itself. They needed places to stay. Knowing most of their friends wouldn't be able to take them both in the brothers had split up, promising to text the other once they found a place to stay.
The only problem was... where to stay?
Feliciano paused in the middle of the sidewalk, took a look around and wandered over to a nearby bus stop. A large duffel bag thudded softly to the floor and he eased the backpack down as well. He would have frowned, had there not been thick, black thread keeping his lip together. He'd ask Kiku but the man didn't like him very much... and the Italian didn't know where he lived. Antonio seemed to be having troubles and Romano would go there first anyways. Lenna... no, not with Vash anywhere nearby. Almost everyone he knew had a room mate and he didn't know Feliks or Fernando enough to even think of asking them. There was one last option...
A little later Feliciano was on Ludwig's doorstep, pulling nervously at his plain cotton shirt. The man was probably at work. Still, he had to at least try. Gathering his courage he knocked quickly a few times, wincing when he used the wrong arm. Damn, he'd forgotten he'd fallen to the floor. "L-ludwig, ve? Are you home?" Please, please be home.....