Ludwig scowls as an arm is thrown around his shoulder. Only one person will greet him in such a casual manner, "Herr Arani," he practically spits out.
"You know, Luddy-kins," Jace says cheerfully "It's Wednesday~"
Ludwig blinks. No it's not. "Has Sie gone senile, Herr Arani? It is Satur-"
Jace smirks at the other, "Wednesday means hump day~"
"Vot? Vait, ver sind Sie hands goi- MPH!"
Seven eyes the door to Ludwig's room, face blank as thuds, moans and other sounds meet his eyes. "Well," he says a little plainly as he shifts his eyes to Vesta who is glaring at the door slightly, completely unimpressed with how their handler, who was supposed to meet them downstairs five minutes ago, is now otherwise engaged.
"The good news is that we guessed where he was, the bad news..." Seven sweatdrops "I don't think he's moving any time soon."