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Who: Gwendal and Gunter
When: backdated a bit. Before the Murata and Wolfram talk to Gwen
Gwendal made his way down the hall toward Gunter's study, doing his best to appear inconspicuous... which, of course, only made him seem more suspicious. He made absolutely certain that no one saw him slip into Gunter's office. This would be the last rose he would leave. It had been long enough since their falling out that stopping now wouldn't tip Gunter off. Well, he hoped so anyway.
Gunter was heading to the baths, dressed in a big poofy robe with a towel wrapped around his head, when he remembered he had forgotten his big plastic ducky in his office. So of course he had to make an immediate u-turn and head back to get it. He opened the door and..."GWEN...dal?"
Gwendal spun around to face Gunter at the sound of the door opening, his hands quickly going behind his back to hide the rose. He couldn't mask the 'oh, shit' expression that he wore as anything else. "..... Why are you wandering around in a robe?" Maybe the question would distract Gunter.
"I was going to sink into the warm water and drown myself from sorrow." He said, looking pitiful and edging closer to Gwendal. "What are you doing in my is that a rose?"
"....... No." Gwendal shifted to keep the rose behind his back and out of sight. "... Go take your bath." Gwendal had to wonder if he could eat the damn thing quick enough so Gunter wouldn't notice.
Gunter edged around him, trying to look behind him. "That was a rose! Gwendal Von Voltaire are you...wait...have you been..." He stared at Gwendal with sparkly eyes.
"No! No.... It was in the library so... I thought that whoever has been giving them to you made a mistake so I would just... leave it in here. Shinou knows how much you'd whine if you missed a rose." Oh, that was a quick cover-up. Hopefully Gunter would buy it.
Gunter blinked at him. "I thought you hated me. That sounds suspiciously nice." Nope. Not buying it.
"...... If you became overly sad.. it may inspire you to write more poetry. I chose the action that would result in the least amount of...evil." Which was true.
Gunter thought his poetry was a wonderful and blessed thing every person should be glad to hear. He edged closer to Gwendal. "...I think you like me." He accused, leaning close to him.
Gwendal shuffled a few steps backwards, that is, until he bumped into Gunter's desk. "I think you're wrong."
Gunter pursued. "No, you do. You like me! You've been leaving me roses!" He said, between Gunter and the door.
"I have not!" Gwendal totally had. The blush on his cheeks didn't help his protests become more believable.
"And you're blushing! I bet you want to...to kiss me right now!" Gunter said it like the idea of Gwendal wanting to kiss him was completely new and strange--despite the fact that until recently, they had been doing far more than kissing.
"I am not and I do not!" Gwendal tried to scoot back more but the desk was in the way. He ended up almost sitting on it.
Gunter stared him. "Hah! You want to kiss me!" He almost did a dance. Then he frowned. "...But the roses have been coming...and...why...huh?"
"....... I don't want to kiss you, and I haven't been sending you roses." Lie, lie.
Gunter frowned at him, wishing he had one of those gadgets of Anissina's. Out of the corner of his mind, he saw the rubber duck he had come in here for and he snatched it, squeaking it at Gwendal. "Mr Ducky says you lie!"
That would get him to admit everything!
.____.;
Gwendal was forced to stare the tiny rubber duck down. "..... Why do you have that?" Not that he had the right to make fun of him. Mr. Ducky was cute.
"Because...its cute." Gunter said. This meant he and Gwendal were soul mates. They both liked cute things. Like Heika--though Heika was more like the embodiment of manliness. "I...miss you, Gwendal." He admitted
"...." Gwendal slowly tried to side-step around the desk to flee. He did not want to be in this conversation.
Gunter followed him, his eyes intense and less gay than normal. "...I sleep with the Gwendal plushie, but its not a good Gwendal-substitute. I want a real Gwendal."
"..... I'm surprised you haven't asked me for a Heika plushie to replace it with." Gwendal muttered, his jealousy rather clear.
"...Gwendal..." Gunter frowned. "I don't...no, wait stay there." He reached over and found the correct file on his desk. "I made a diagram. See, this is Heika." There was a stick figure. "And this is you." Another stick figure. "And Heika's up here and you and me are down here and I don't like Heika like that because he's the king and its not like we could have a relationship and I really like you and I...and I want you to like me and kiss me."
"..." Gwendal had just heard the most childish love confession ever. Then again, it was basically the only one he had ever heard. "... Did you really draw that?" Wolfram's paintings were better.
"...Yes." Gunter looked a little downtrodden. "....Is that all you can say?"
"...... Yes." At least he was being honest. Gwendal had no idea what to say.
"Oh." He sighed. "...Well...I'm going to take a bath." He said, staring at the ground as he grabbed his rubber duck and walked away.
"..." Gwendal hesitated for a moment before reaching out to grab Gunter's shoulder. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
Gunter looked at him. "...No."
".... Do you want to..? After your bath, of course." Gwendal had no doubt that Gunter would eat dinner in his robe if he didn't clarify.
Gunter stared at him. "...Yes." He said. "I mean, yes!"
Gwendal gave Gunter a small, awkward smile. "I'll wait for you in the dining room."
When: backdated a bit. Before the Murata and Wolfram talk to Gwen
Gwendal made his way down the hall toward Gunter's study, doing his best to appear inconspicuous... which, of course, only made him seem more suspicious. He made absolutely certain that no one saw him slip into Gunter's office. This would be the last rose he would leave. It had been long enough since their falling out that stopping now wouldn't tip Gunter off. Well, he hoped so anyway.
Gunter was heading to the baths, dressed in a big poofy robe with a towel wrapped around his head, when he remembered he had forgotten his big plastic ducky in his office. So of course he had to make an immediate u-turn and head back to get it. He opened the door and..."GWEN...dal?"
Gwendal spun around to face Gunter at the sound of the door opening, his hands quickly going behind his back to hide the rose. He couldn't mask the 'oh, shit' expression that he wore as anything else. "..... Why are you wandering around in a robe?" Maybe the question would distract Gunter.
"I was going to sink into the warm water and drown myself from sorrow." He said, looking pitiful and edging closer to Gwendal. "What are you doing in my is that a rose?"
"....... No." Gwendal shifted to keep the rose behind his back and out of sight. "... Go take your bath." Gwendal had to wonder if he could eat the damn thing quick enough so Gunter wouldn't notice.
Gunter edged around him, trying to look behind him. "That was a rose! Gwendal Von Voltaire are you...wait...have you been..." He stared at Gwendal with sparkly eyes.
"No! No.... It was in the library so... I thought that whoever has been giving them to you made a mistake so I would just... leave it in here. Shinou knows how much you'd whine if you missed a rose." Oh, that was a quick cover-up. Hopefully Gunter would buy it.
Gunter blinked at him. "I thought you hated me. That sounds suspiciously nice." Nope. Not buying it.
"...... If you became overly sad.. it may inspire you to write more poetry. I chose the action that would result in the least amount of...evil." Which was true.
Gunter thought his poetry was a wonderful and blessed thing every person should be glad to hear. He edged closer to Gwendal. "...I think you like me." He accused, leaning close to him.
Gwendal shuffled a few steps backwards, that is, until he bumped into Gunter's desk. "I think you're wrong."
Gunter pursued. "No, you do. You like me! You've been leaving me roses!" He said, between Gunter and the door.
"I have not!" Gwendal totally had. The blush on his cheeks didn't help his protests become more believable.
"And you're blushing! I bet you want to...to kiss me right now!" Gunter said it like the idea of Gwendal wanting to kiss him was completely new and strange--despite the fact that until recently, they had been doing far more than kissing.
"I am not and I do not!" Gwendal tried to scoot back more but the desk was in the way. He ended up almost sitting on it.
Gunter stared him. "Hah! You want to kiss me!" He almost did a dance. Then he frowned. "...But the roses have been coming...and...why...huh?"
"....... I don't want to kiss you, and I haven't been sending you roses." Lie, lie.
Gunter frowned at him, wishing he had one of those gadgets of Anissina's. Out of the corner of his mind, he saw the rubber duck he had come in here for and he snatched it, squeaking it at Gwendal. "Mr Ducky says you lie!"
That would get him to admit everything!
.____.;
Gwendal was forced to stare the tiny rubber duck down. "..... Why do you have that?" Not that he had the right to make fun of him. Mr. Ducky was cute.
"Because...its cute." Gunter said. This meant he and Gwendal were soul mates. They both liked cute things. Like Heika--though Heika was more like the embodiment of manliness. "I...miss you, Gwendal." He admitted
"...." Gwendal slowly tried to side-step around the desk to flee. He did not want to be in this conversation.
Gunter followed him, his eyes intense and less gay than normal. "...I sleep with the Gwendal plushie, but its not a good Gwendal-substitute. I want a real Gwendal."
"..... I'm surprised you haven't asked me for a Heika plushie to replace it with." Gwendal muttered, his jealousy rather clear.
"...Gwendal..." Gunter frowned. "I don't...no, wait stay there." He reached over and found the correct file on his desk. "I made a diagram. See, this is Heika." There was a stick figure. "And this is you." Another stick figure. "And Heika's up here and you and me are down here and I don't like Heika like that because he's the king and its not like we could have a relationship and I really like you and I...and I want you to like me and kiss me."
"..." Gwendal had just heard the most childish love confession ever. Then again, it was basically the only one he had ever heard. "... Did you really draw that?" Wolfram's paintings were better.
"...Yes." Gunter looked a little downtrodden. "....Is that all you can say?"
"...... Yes." At least he was being honest. Gwendal had no idea what to say.
"Oh." He sighed. "...Well...I'm going to take a bath." He said, staring at the ground as he grabbed his rubber duck and walked away.
"..." Gwendal hesitated for a moment before reaching out to grab Gunter's shoulder. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
Gunter looked at him. "...No."
".... Do you want to..? After your bath, of course." Gwendal had no doubt that Gunter would eat dinner in his robe if he didn't clarify.
Gunter stared at him. "...Yes." He said. "I mean, yes!"
Gwendal gave Gunter a small, awkward smile. "I'll wait for you in the dining room."