Oh my god I am so so sorry, this is way late I know, but I've had a lot of family stuff to deal with these past few weeks; trying to plan a funeral and juggle my exams is hard. I also had a sever case of writer's block for this scene, I hadn't even meant to introduce Gilbert here, but he just decided to show up? while I was writing? So I had to come up with something for him to do.

Lukas glared as best he could at the weight on top of him, not really wanting to make the effort to get it off, but at the same time severely annoyed. He could smell the alcohol wafting strongly from the groaning figure, and nearly retched as their breath was huffed up into his face.

"What. The. Fuck."

The man on his chest looked mildly confused for a second, then started laughing boisterously, causing Lukas' stomach to reel once more.
They rolled off, allowing Lukas to suck in some fresh air and sit up a bit.

They were still laying on the ground laughing.

"Why does the world hate me?" Was whispered under Lukas' breath when he stood up, finally taking in the figure in front of him.
They were a good two or three inches taller than him, evident even with them on the ground. The man's eyes were a deep red, and his hair a fairly eccentric shade of white. Lukas idly wondered if it was natural or one of those fancy new treatments.

They seemed entirely unabashed at having been thrown on top of another person, and he warily made the connection to the last person with bright eyes he had encountered. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
The man had finally stopped his chuckling, and was watching Lukas curiously as Lukas regarded him in kind.

Neither blinked for a while, and the awkward tension in the air grew slightly sexual when the man lying on the ground struck a pose and wiggled his eyebrows at Lukas.
Lukas huffed and broke eye contact, attempting to step over the stranger and retrieve his mug; now empty, its contents divvied between the ground, the man on the ground, and himself.

Lukas picked it up and sighed, glancing inside in with the small hope that some hadn't been throw violently to the ground; alas, no such luck. Well, the good always did die young.
Lukas cringed, not liking the truth behind that statement. In turn it reminded him of the blue-eyed asshole, and thusly the red-eyed asshole lying in front of him. He groaned in frustration, trying to keep his anger to a minimum. This man hadn't done anything to him… yet.

"So, is there a reason you're standing there trying to telepathically will your way into my pants or what?"

The stranger had stood up, and was looking Lukas over in much the same way as Blue had, except… his gaze was a bit more… intense? No, that wasn't right. There was something else…
Before Lukas had the time to hunt down the words to identify just what was going on, the stranger spoke again.
"Name's Gilbert. And you are?"

Lukas waged war in his mind, did he really want to involve himself in conversation? He could just walk away. It'd be rude, but he could do it. Should he? Maybe? He didn't have time to come to a conclusion. The man gripped his shoulder, it was probably meant to be a light, friendly thing, but the man- Gilbert- was stronger than he looked.
Well then. He couldn't really run away now.

"Lukas." It came out almost as a growl, but Gilbert didn't seem to notice.
"What?"
"My name. It's Lukas. Lukas Bondevik."

"Well, nice to meet you Lukas! Sorry about taking you down there, I wasn't really planning on being launched out a door into the street, but ehh, things happen." Gilbert then wrapped his whole arm around Lukas' shoulders, and didn't feel Lukas stiffen underneath him.

God, you're just like him…" He really hadn't meant to say it out loud, but unfortunately he had, and equally unfortunately, Gilbert heard him.
"Just like who? I hope that's a good thing!"

Lukas just sighed and shrugged. Passively accepting his fate as Gilbert started to walk casually down the road, Lukas in tow.

Gilbert seemed to be waiting for an answer and eyed Lukas' growing frown as he began to dwell on the blue-eyed asshole. "Just this one guy I met a while back…." He didn't really want to piss this new guy off, so he had to pick his wording carefully. "Had really blue eyes, really blond hair, about yay tall…" He gestured with his hand.
"… Really, really loud. Said he worked with my uncle Allistor while he was alive, but to be honest I think he was lying."

If Lukas hadn't been so wrapped up in his own muddled thoughts about that day he might have noticed Gilbert's eyes widen and his casual pace slip up ever so slightly. However he was only brought back to the present when his escort cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Are you talking about Mathias? Wears a short waistcoat- the most disgusting shade of tan you'll ever see- hair kinda poofy like someone held him upside down for a while?"
Lukas quirked his eyebrow at the description. "Sounds about right. I never actually got the guy's name… But to be sure, I think whoever may have held him upside down like that probably dropped him a few times as well…" Shit. He hadn't meant to say that out loud either. Lukas flinched slightly, and glanced to his left to check Gilbert's reaction.

What he saw wasn't what he expected. Gilbert had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face and almost literal sparkles in his eyes as he looked back at Lukas. It took a few seconds, but eventually he broke out into laughter, large guffaws echoing across the street as Lukas stared.

Eventually Gilbert had to let go to grasp at his stomach and stop walking he was laughing so hard. Lukas found it… amusing. His own mouth twitched up at the sides, and he let an airy huff of laughter escape him. As Gilbert continued his tirade, now bent over, Lukas began laughing in earnest; quiet and subtle, but it was there.

Gilbert took a few moments to notice, but as he came back to himself, he was captured by the fairy- like laughter coming from his companion; subtly trying to hide his mouth with his palm, eyes nearly closed and a placated expression on his face. Gilbert hadn't seen so much as a twitch of a smile the whole time they had been walking, and from Mathias' description, such… happy behavior was unnatural for this guy.
It made him smile.

Soon enough, they both quieted and Lukas resumed his neutral expression, except this time less intensely as a smile still flitted lightly at the edges of his mouth.
"You're not the first person to say that kid, but really, Mathias isn't a bad guy. He isn't stupid either, far from it actually; one of the best thinkers I know… he's just really bad at reading the atmosphere. Or People. Or really anything having to do with communication." Gilbert grimaced as he realized he could continue that list for a while.

"Either way what I'm trying to say is, you should give him a chance, he's one of the most loyal people you'll ever meet. If he decides you're truly worth his time, you won't regret having met him." What he wasn't expecting was the sever frown that found it's was onto Lukas' face at his last statement.

From his minimal conversations with Mathias at work the past few months and the general gossip of the network, Gilbert had learned that Mathias had been near the scene where Kiku's friend had been murdered, along with the youngest son of the Bondevik family.

He hadn't entirely put two and two together to realize that Mathias had been with Lukas on that day or that it just might be that Lukas connected his brother's death to Mathias following him around- but he was beginning to.
Using his minimal tact and observation skills, he decided to change the subject.
"So, what were you doing at a bar like that on a day like today? I thought that a high class guy like yourself would be doing some political stuff or on your way to a fancy get together with the fuhrer." Unfortunately, his badly timed sarcasm wasn't taken as he had hoped; Lukas turned sharply to glare

at him with icy eyes.
Shit this guy was intimidating.
"…I really don't find what I do with my free time to be any of your business." Lukas dodged the question, something in his tone telling Gilbert not to push the conversation.
They both fell into an uncomfortable silence as they resumed walking briskly down the avenue. Gilbert took note of the fact that, despite being taller that his companion by a few inches, he was having to really try to keep up with Lukas' pace.

Lukas on the other hand, was stewing angrily, about what he didn't quite know, perhaps about the recent conversation, perhaps about the mulled wine still staining his front, perhaps about having his fairly nice day ruined by someone in relation to Mathias, formerly known as the blue- eyed asshole. Either way he just kept walking.
He only stopped and looked up from the ground when Gilbert faded out of his peripherals.

"Well," Gilbert hitched a thumb towards the train station across the street. "This is my stop… See you sometime maybe." Without giving Lukas a chance to respond he turned and jaywalked across the street, a few cars honking at him as he smiled guiltily at them.

Lukas stood there for a second, watching Gilbert's back retreat into the crowd around the station. He then looked down. Time to head home and get that stain off of his clothes.

I actually ended up making a character sheet halfway through writing this, just because I really needed to figure out just how on earth everyone fit together, and sheesh is that thing complicated. I'm glad I wrote it down or else the story would just fall apart later on.