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Promised and delivered...

Nov 19, 2009 09:15

Who: YOU. I have invited you.
Where: 201 Franz Joseph (My & Yong Soo's dorm)
When: After the picnic; 6 p.m.ish until whenever in the morning.
What: Start-of-term party!
Can other people participate? That's the entire idea.
Summary: Yong Soo said it was cool. Talk to each other, and I'll be thread-hopping.

( COME IN, ALREADY, someone's gotta have a key card. )

lovino, francis, petr, yong soo, haakon, arthur, alfred, r-18, gilbert, ivan

Comments 142

tesodoro November 30 2009, 01:21:52 UTC

Lovino was fully aware that this was probably a terrible idea, and that he would end up far worse off if he turned up to Alfred's stupid-ass party. Stupid ass-party, ha ha ha. He frowned at himself in the bathroom mirror, tugging imaginary creases out of his shirt and pulling at his waistcoat. Not like he was expecting anything at this, anyway - wasted girls weren't even remotely attractive (and he wasn't into rape accusations) - he just... he liked to be presentable. And it wasn't like he was any more formal than usual. Just because Feliciano was mumble mumble mumble ( ... )

reverie_iggy November 30 2009, 02:49:10 UTC

Arthur had never been keen on parties, especially with all of these [i]youngsters[/i] running about with their obnoxious yelling and tendency to spike the punch. What led him to the idiotic git's room in the first place? The answer to that was even unknown to the Englishman. What was even more ridiculous than just the mere idea of coming to this blasted party was the dawning fact that he had dressed in attire slightly fitting for the situation ( ... )

tesodoro November 30 2009, 03:37:34 UTC

Clearly the punch bowl was going to give him no ideas as to its current toxicity levels (and why was it even here? He thought these kinds of things died in sophomore year at high school) and he didn't really want to taste-test it for himself. Lovino sighed at it and looked up, glancing around for a familiar face he didn't want to avoid like an unfortunate spectator stuck in the middle of the Olympic javelin-throwing or punch like... a lot. He wasn't too great with similes, he had to admit ( ... )

deutsch_bitte December 7 2009, 03:17:49 UTC

Ludwig remained tense as he watched Francis play with his cellphone and even after he took his leave, Ludwig could not relax. He couldn't even bring himself to say goodbye when Francis walked away. All he could do for a few moments was lean against the wall and glare at anyone who happened to look his way. He tried to control his breathing and his fast-beating heart, but it was particularly hard to do with so many people around. This party was already going poorly and he hadn't even made it past the doorway yet ( ... )