It had been about four days since his disaster of a party and he'd managed to conveniently stay away from Kiki for most of the day. Ludwig had said something about a meeting when he came in this morning so he'd expected it to be in the man's office as usual
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D< LEARN JAPANESE, HO!mein_einsamkeitJuly 27 2009, 12:08:18 UTC
Ludwig scowled, quickly snatching up a pair of chopsticks and giving the intern a sharp rap across the knuckles with them. "Vargas, are you even paying attention?" he snapped, and almost hit him again for good measure until a waitress skirted by - and it was only then that he neatly set the chopsticks down as if nothing had happened. "You do realise that you are required to do work on this trip? It's not a holiday. I personally expect you to take it seriously."
With a severe frown, he picked up the laminated menu in front of him and glanced over it. "And you're... a sort of trouble area at the office, you know," he continued sternly, a brief flicker of discomfort suddenly crossing his face.
TCH YEAH RIGHT MAN, FASHION IS A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGEloves_pastaJuly 28 2009, 02:06:55 UTC
Feliciano whined, pulling his hand back and rubbing it with a pout. Why did it seem Ludwig always had to hit him in some way whenever they met up? There was no way he was his angel, the boy had been so sweet and nice... Though he did try and have the Italian run off with him. Kind of weird. Then again he did look like a girl at the time, having just come back from being babysat. Crazy girls.
"I am, ve." Well it wasn't a real lie, he was partially paying attention. He sat up properly and tried to get comfortable on the seats with a slight nod. Personally? Well maybe he could try and be more serious. "Ve, of course! My job is to take pictures, do my reports and help the others make their designs. Easy, ve. Plenty of time for sight seeing!" He shifted again, wishing they had good seats like the chairs at the pizzeria. Felicicano had no clue how people stood the weird cushions
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YEAH WELL PASTA ISN'T~mein_einsamkeitJuly 28 2009, 11:32:53 UTC
Ludwig found himself busily staring at the menu again to avoid that hurt look in Feliciano's eyes. Too much like watching a puppy get kicked, albeit a stupid and rather clueless puppy... "Yes, trouble area," he repeated, clearing his throat. He straightened up in his seat (squeak) and flipped the menu over. "You've been slipping up at work quite frequently."
"Do you remember that meeting I was in last week?" He didn't wait for Feliciano to acknowledge that. "It was in fact about some of our new hires, like yourself, that might be terminated for... poor performance."
"So," he continued, rushing through his words, "I'mtryingtomakesureyoudon'tgetfired."
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With a severe frown, he picked up the laminated menu in front of him and glanced over it. "And you're... a sort of trouble area at the office, you know," he continued sternly, a brief flicker of discomfort suddenly crossing his face.
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"I am, ve." Well it wasn't a real lie, he was partially paying attention. He sat up properly and tried to get comfortable on the seats with a slight nod. Personally? Well maybe he could try and be more serious. "Ve, of course! My job is to take pictures, do my reports and help the others make their designs. Easy, ve. Plenty of time for sight seeing!" He shifted again, wishing they had good seats like the chairs at the pizzeria. Felicicano had no clue how people stood the weird cushions ( ... )
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"Do you remember that meeting I was in last week?" He didn't wait for Feliciano to acknowledge that. "It was in fact about some of our new hires, like yourself, that might be terminated for... poor performance."
"So," he continued, rushing through his words, "I'mtryingtomakesureyoudon'tgetfired."
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