WHO: Matthew, Gilbert, Roderich WHEN: June 20, Sunday, Afternoon WHERE: Streets of Liberty WHAT: Roderich is lost. Gilbert is a stalker. And Matthew is just Matthew. RATING: S FOR SEXY
So far, this was pretty much the best day Gilbert had in a while. With Ludwig's constant vigilance on short reprieve of being so...constant, the albino decided now was the best time to exact his revenge on Roderich for that near-death experience. So commenced Operation: Austrian Invasion, which pretty much consisted of crashing the damn aristocrat's house and bothering him every moment of the day. Phase One had been successful, even when Roderich pulled an ineffectual escape. Whatever, berating him was way more fun in public! Ad that is exactly what Gilbert was doing.
"Jesus fucking damn, Rodichen!" the German yelled (very) loudly. He was following the other man through a busy sidewalk, staring lewdly at his backside. "Are your pants always so tight? Or are you just trying advertise your pert little ass to all the lovely prospective buyers?" He waggled his pale eyebrows at a pair of elderly women who gave him dirty looks as he walked past. Well, one gave the dirty look while the other sneaked a glance at Roderich's pert little butt
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Fuck, was he running late. Sindre was going to kill him. Well, okay he wouldn't kill him, but Matt knew he was in for a punishment of some sort. He wasn't usually late, but the training Sindre had put him through was more than enough evidence for Matt that the man could be cruel and sadistic if he wanted to. And for the smallest of offenses, like being five minutes late for example. Then again that five minutes late would soon be 15 if he didn't hurry his ass up. Unfortunately for Matthew his ass was what was just about to make him later
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Roderich was a well-manner gentleman and therefore would never resort to any violence approach. But at the very moment, he was ready to throw his hardest punch in the German's face and follow it by with a swift kick to the stomach. If he could somehow break a rib or two so that Gibert would be hospitalized, that would be a dream come true. But he felt ashamed at such horrid thought and swallowed his pride, let the elder lady gawked at his unmentionable place, and continued on
( ... )
"Yes well, I am on my way to work." supplied Matthew offhandedly, completely ignoring Gilbert. He suspected that perhaps what Gilbert said was true for himself, but it was clear from the annoyance written on Roderich's face that he felt quite differently about the matter. Honestly he would have been more than happy to leave both Gilbert and Roderich behind. After all he was already running late. .Still, Matt was curious about how the two knew each other. Matthew glanced back at the crosswalk that still had the "do not walk" sign. Well he still could't leave so he might as find out.
"How do you know someone like..." Matt paused to find a suitable adjective. He found none. "him, anyway? You didn't ask him for directions did you?" asked Matt with a slight chuckle, remembering how he and Roderich had met.
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"Jesus fucking damn, Rodichen!" the German yelled (very) loudly. He was following the other man through a busy sidewalk, staring lewdly at his backside. "Are your pants always so tight? Or are you just trying advertise your pert little ass to all the lovely prospective buyers?" He waggled his pale eyebrows at a pair of elderly women who gave him dirty looks as he walked past. Well, one gave the dirty look while the other sneaked a glance at Roderich's pert little butt ( ... )
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"How do you know someone like..." Matt paused to find a suitable adjective. He found none. "him, anyway? You didn't ask him for directions did you?" asked Matt with a slight chuckle, remembering how he and Roderich had met.
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