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[histrionicflair]

Characters: Franziska von Karma and You!
Rating: PG means Pacifism Galore
Time: September 25, evening (backdated yeah)
Description: 8th floor Casualty Communal. Franziska von Karma just finished leaning her room. It is perfectly clean. The door is open and she just left the pile of sand outside her door...

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[wedluck]

And look who's coming out next door now.

Ludwig, in all his leopard-print splendor and glory, fixing the cuff of his sleeve with one hand while locking his door with the other hand. And as usual, he didn't notice anything - or just simply didn't care. That that horrible little girl was living next door to him again [he couldn't really remember his floor back then] and that said horrible little girl was cleaning out her room. Nor did he notice that pails of sand littered his path because really, who dares litter the path of Prince Ludwig?

And thus when he decided to turn towards the end of the hall and started walking, one foot connected with a pail which . . . pretty much started a domino effect on the other pails. Which . . . pretty much spilled at least half of the sand.

Ludwig stared disdainfully at the sand and his shoes now covered in them.

"This is a hallway, not a sandbox." Loudly spoken, still not acknowledging Franziska's presence.

[histrionicflair]

Her room... her perfectly perfect room that took hours to clean...

Actually it didn't look so bad. She could sweep that sand back into their respective buckets easily. If this happened to anyone else, she would definitely ignore it.

But this happened to her. Who dares destroy the sanctity of the von Karma's room?

She picked up a bucket, still half-filled with sand, and swung it at the man's general direction with every intention of hitting him. Eat sand, fool.

[wedluck]

And he had every intention of dodging that hit, seeing it almost immediately given his height. But Lui's action of stepping back was slightly hindered by another pail and he was forced to raise an arm to block the blow because goddammit hell would be paid if his beautiful face got marred.

And it hurt.

Good God that little girl had such a strong arm. And a strong violent instinct towards him. You'd think he did something to offend her. Usually, there was when it comes to women to the point that their fathers and brothers and uncles were eager to kill him. But why would he want anything to do with this little girl?

"Why are you so violent, woman?" Seriously, all women in this place, you'd think they're all raised as barbarians. He might as well place Idike in the group as well. "You'd think I committed a cardinal sin the way you swing that pail."

[histrionicflair]

She grabbed that pail before he could cause a bigger mess and placed it to her side. Why was he back and why was he so clumsy? She had enough incompetent fools to clean up after, she didn't need another one.

As to why she hit him, the answer was simple. "You ruined my room." She points to the sand that was spilled on her doorway. Yes, that would be all.

[wedluck]

He was not clumsy, mind you. If anything, Ludwig's rather graceful for someone as tall as him. But it's just that there are things in his way and in his mindset, he's not supposed to be the one to adjust. It should be those things that should move and adjust themselves for him. But after seeing that she had grabbed the pail back, apprehensive that she might swing it his way again, Ludwig took a step back, further than what the little girl could reach.

Not that she could reach much anyway.

He lifted an eyebrow at the sand, looking as if that kind of reasoning was the most ridiculous he had ever heard as to why people would hit him. Maybe not, just second to Idike's sexual harassment accusation on him.

"It's just the doorway," he replied flatly.

[histrionicflair]

He had shown her no evidence of his capability ofr grace in any shape or form. Perhaps he was not too clumsy. He could still stand on his own two feet and pose like the haughty fool that he is. But he was careless. How could he not see things that were right in front of him? If she had her whip with her, she would have whipped him. That would have thought him. (Maybe. It wouldn't hurt her to try.)

"The doorway is as much a part of my room as your sandy toes are a part of your body. And you've sullied it." She grabbed a broom and shoved it towards him. "So you're going to clean it."

[wedluck]

"Clean?"

The word was unfamiliar to him. It never existed in his dictionary unless it followed "after Wilhelm's mess before his reputation as the enemy of woman kind ruins him too". Ludwig stared at the broom held out to him, not moving. He was in his right mind to not take it. It wasn't his fault after all that this girl left her mess all over the place.

Not to mention that he didn't want to ruin his coat and boots.

He flipped his long hair over his shoulder, still refusing to take the cleaning material. She could clean it if she wanted to but there's no way she's conning him into it. "Why should I clean it? It's your mess in the first place."

[histrionicflair]

Con? Who said something about conning? She was going to force him to do it. And that coat is ugly and the boots are already ruined. Pity. They looked expensive.

"It's merely my room. The mess was yours and I refuse to clean after you."

Just grab the broom already.

[wedluck]

Considering Ludwig's the most stubborn pig you could ever meet, you can keep that broom, Franziska. He's not going to take it even if his life depended on him.

Another sigh and he flipped his hair over his shoulder again. Why was this his mess? The buckets left in the corridor [which was, mind you, public property] were this little girl's buckets, weren't they? She placed them there where anyone could trip over them.

"And I refuse to clean after myself, especially if it's not my mess to begin with." If Wilhelm was there, then Wilhelm would have gotten to it already. Alas, he's not.