Another new story! I'm actually writing this for my friend 3R15UK0UM31. I've never really been interested in PrusLiet, but I got an idea and I knew it'd keep nagging at me until I wrote it down anyways. I hope you enjoy it!

Gilbert POV:

I watched as the big brawny men carried multiple boxes inside the house next door from the moving truck that belonged to the company they worked for. I could see that the labels on their uniforms matched the ones on the truck. I had always had a keen eye for detail… except when I was drunk. Ah, good times…

The house next door had been vacant just yesterday. Now some new family would be moving in and I swear if they had a dog that liked to bark all night like that last family I will throw eggs at it just like I did the last one.

Still, the moving guys came and went, and I only saw one little man with long brown hair stay. He had a fairly petite figure for a guy, but he was clearly a guy. I didn't see or hear any dogs either. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

My brother, who I lived with, always tried to get me to be "more social" and "nicer." He always complained that I liked to stay in a lot, especially during the day.

I'm a fucking albino! What did he expect?

But anyways, despite loving to go against my brother's wishes, I took the cool red and black parasol that our friend Kiku gave me and walked over to the house that now inhabited our new neighbor.

I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. I didn't have to wait long as the new neighbor promptly opened the door but he jumped slightly when he saw me as if he was startled by something. Probably my appearance…

I quickly shrugged it off and said something. "I see how it is, be scared by the first man to welcome you to the neighborhood… that's cool…" I grinned at him.

"Oh, no I didn't mean…" he started to explain himself.

I waved my hand to show he didn't have to. "It's cool; I know it's the eyes. I get that a lot… I'm Gilbert by the way. Gilbert Bielschmidt."

"Toris Laurinaitis," and he held out his right hand for me to shake.

I gladly took it with my own right hand and shook it.

His grip was light and dainty but he readjusted it once he felt how strong my grip was. I guess he didn't want to feel weaker than me. Too bad… heh heh…

"Would you like to come in?" he offered, once we finished shaking hands.

"Sure, why not?" I stepped in once he had stepped out of the way and once I had closed my parasol. I set the parasol against the wall by the door and looked around.

"I've never been in here before…" I told him. "This is a nice place."

"Thank you, that's why I chose it…" he seemed to want to say more.

I was curious, but I didn't pry. I might've if he was one of my friends, but he wasn't.

"I'd offer you a place to sit but…" He motioned to all the boxes.

"Yeah… well, you can come over to my place for dinner tonight. I'm sure you won't wanna cook after unpacking all these boxes," I flashed him a grin.

"Oh… uh, yeah…" He seemed nervous, like he wanted to say something but was afraid to say it.

I started to leave when the nagging voice of my brother popped into my head. It was telling me I should stay and help Toris unpack. I was pretty sure that's what he wanted to ask me too, if I could stay and help him.

As much as I didn't want to stay and help, I wanted the little voice to go away more. I might've been able to ignore it if it didn't have to sound like my brother.

I sighed and looked at Toris. "… You want me to help you unpack some of this?"

His face brightened. "Yes please."

"Alright, alright… Which room do we start with?" I asked as I looked around.

"The kitchen of course." He smiled slightly. It was a fake smile, but I accepted it.

Then I followed him as he led me into the kitchen.

He handed me a box cutter. "Start opening boxes please," and he did as he expected me to do.

"Oh, you're so awesome…" I unsheathed the box cutter from its plastic holder and examined it as if it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.

"What do you mean?" he asked me but he didn't look at me.

"My brother never lets me handle knives…" I replied dreamily.

"What?" he practically screamed and his head snapped to look at me at the same time. Then he shot over to me and tried to take the box cutter from me.

I held it up in the air away from him and laughed.

He struggled to get it from me only a moment more before a look of realization covered his face and he relaxed. "That's not funny," he told me sternly.

"I think it was hilarious," I told him, still half laughing.

"Just open boxes," he commanded and he went back to opening boxes on the other side of the kitchen.

I chuckled once more before opening some boxes and helping him unpack all his flatware, silverware, and etc.

Then we moved on to the dining room, then upstairs to the master bedroom and master bathroom.

Once we had finished unpacking and setting up all the items that went into those rooms, Toris insisted that I stop helping him for the day.

"I just don't see why you still want to keep working," he told me.

"Well I don't understand why you wanna stop. You haven't broken a sweat all day! Plus, if we finish up today we don't have to worry about it tomorrow." I hated working, but the only thing I hated more than working was working on something I should've finished yesterday.

"Just because I don't look tired doesn't mean I'm not. Besides, I'm hungry." And as if on cue his stomach growled.

"Okay, okay… Let's go over to my place and get some dinner. I'm sure my brother has made something good," I told him.

"Oh no, I couldn't impose," he told me politely.

I couldn't stand that. I was offering the man free food and he was refusing my hospitality! "I'm inviting you so you aren't imposing. Now you're gonna come eat dinner with me if I have to drag your ass over to my house and strap you to a chair and force feed you."

He looked scared. "Y-yes s-sir…!" he was scared.

"Okay, none of that sir crap; and chill out, I was only joking…" I placed a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded and calmed down.

"Now come on, let's go eat…" I led him over to my place.

As we walked across our lawns I thought about what awful scenario this poor kid may have come from and how bad it was to make him so easy to scare like I had just unintentionally done.

So this is the end of the first chapter! I hope to get the next one out soon! Please tell me if there was anything wrong that you noticed. I'm not used to writing Gil so please tell me if you think he was too OOC. Please just review in general. Until next time…

~Fanime-Sensei~