Pasta with a heaping amount of AWESOME! sauce

[loves_pasta]

WHO:Feliciano, Kiku, Gilbert, Ludwig
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: Euforia
WHAT: Another day at work

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FUCK THE ITALIANS!

[moe_moe_desu]

Honda Kiku was a serious, hardworking man. He never complained, came to work on time every morning, and always dutifully fulfilled any task put before him with only his best effort, making sure to utilize all of his skills and knowledge for only the best of end products. Yes, he was the epitome of worth ethic, but even his sage-like patience had its limits. Fortunately, there were few things that could push him that far

Serious Workers are a BORE!

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano peered at the others' desk area, trying to find out just what Kiku was doing at the moment. It was always interesting to see him work and look at unfinished projects. It was like knowing a secret that other people didn't until the final things were done and the meeting came around. Ah, just work, nothing fun.

The other always worked so hard, he needed to go out and have fun sometime. Maybe he could finally convince him to go out one night? Ludwig too. Then they could all hang out and have fun somewhere other than work.

The Italian finally let go of the Japanese male, arms folding on the back of the chair. "Ve, so what are you doing Kiki?" There were touch ups he had to do on the outfit he was working on but those could wait. Some hemming, a trim and making sure the sizing fit the model right. Easy as pasta.

SERIOUSLY, WHO NEEDS ITALIANS? THEY'RE SO FUCKING LAZY.

[moe_moe_desu]

Kiku straightened up in his seat and collected all of the papers that his previous flailing had disrupted, stacking them in a neat pile and tapping them against the desktop to line them up perfectly.

"Just some layouts," he murmured quietly, shuffling through the pages for the design he had been working on before he was interrupted. He laid it out flat and fished out a spare pencil from the Sanrio penholder in the corner, already dead set on continuing his work. There were deadlines to meet, after all. Speaking of work...

"Feliciano," Kiku said his name in a warning manner and glanced at the Italian over his shoulder, fixing him with a stern look. "Don't you have your own projects to be working on right now?"

HEARTLESS AZNS! WHO NEEDS WORK-A-HOLICS?

[loves_pasta]

Ve, Kiki was always so darn neat. How did he do it? Feliciano's desk was a mess of designs, measurements, and other things he needed to do his work. Nothing had order, besides his sewing kit that was. Even his sketchbooks were disarrayed and chaotic...

Uh oh. He knew that tone. He scratched the back of his neck and stood straight. "... A few," the Italian admitted sheepishly. Several outfits to put finishing touches on then waiting for the models that wouldn't arrive until just before his nap and make him delay it.

"Ve! It's just hemming though," he protested with a whine. "All last minute things. Besides I have to wait for the models..." Not really he had their measurements - the ones most designers took and more. Length of legs, arms, shoulder to shoulder along with the standard waist and hips. He was very, very thorough when it came to his work.