Catty: Heeey! It's been a really long time since I last updated, huh? n.n' Hopefully, some PruCan and minor character appearances will make up for it?
The Amazing Fiesta Queen - **Accepts pacemaker** I will most likely need this, but remember you are really the true wonder behind this story. Without the readers, I would have no will to go on with it.
Kage Kyuubi no Kitsune - Thank you very much! Maybe I should start keeping a tracker for scores?
show me your true self - Yeh, same, to be honest. Nobody knows what's going to happens with these guys. Even I only have so much knowledge.
Votes: Lovino - 2 | Ivan - 1
"Shit! Waldo! Keep your head down!" Magnus screeched in a hushed tone, suddenly placing a hand on the other's head to keep him facing the ground.
"'Tis it?" Berwald muttered, trying to peer around his eccentric boss' fingers.
"It's Santa Claus," Magnus grumbled, keeping his own face trained downward, "Who the fuck do you think it is? I knew we shouldn't have come to this area for Lukas' stupid gift…"
"'Ctully.. Y' were the one 'sisted we come…"
"Hush up, Big guy. There's no reason to worry. As long as you have the King with you, there's no way that anythin- Wait a minute, is that someone with him holding hands?"
"Looks like it."
"Aw. Never woulda guessed the Ruski was such a sof- Ah! Ew! Cover your eyes!" Berwald did not appreciate having a hand in his face a second time, pushing the other away from him to continue walking down the street. Magnus rushed to catch up to him, glancing back to see the couple exchanging words too quiet to hear from where he was. His expression turned sour, now that Berwald was too far ahead to see it.
"Ya comin'?" Berwald called back over his shoulder, drawing Magnus out of his trance.
"Haha! Wait up, will ya!"
"Yo! Mattie!" Alfred called into his house, pushing open the door and dropping his jacket off on the hook.
"In here, Al," came the soft reply.
"Hey, Dude!" he followed the voice to the kitchen, "You will not believe the thing that just ha… Oh. I didn't realize you had company." There, sitting at his table and eating his brother's pancakes, was a complete stranger. Red eyes flashed up to greet him, followed by a shit-eating grin.
"I don't think we've met," the stranger mentioned, "You the brother he's always talkin' about?"
"Oh. My bad. I should have introduced you," Matthew interrupted before Alfred could say anything, "Alfred, this is Gilbert. He's a friend of mine. Gil, this is my brother, Alfred."
"Nice to meet'cha," Alfred eyed the other, suspiciously, for a moment before shrugging and taking a seat at the table as well, "You got any more pancakes, Mattie?"
Matthew nodded and rose from his chair to retrieve his brother a plate, setting it in front of the other, who instantly began to tear into them. With Alfred throughly distracted, Matthew returned his attention to Gilbert.
"And, so, you could imagine my surprise when this lady so rudely smashes the glass," he continued some story he'd been telling before, Gilbert seeming to hang on his every word, "And I was terrified, to be honest. Eventually, another patron stepped in and got her to leave, but it was quite an experience, none the less."
"If I'd been there," Gil swallowed his mouthful of pancake and pointed his fork at the other, "I would have taken care of her for you. No drunk old hag would hurt'cha on my watch!"
Alfred watched with mixed feelings as Matthew blushed, looked away and informed the other he was being ridiculous, only to have Gilbert give his elaborate plan on how he'd go about taking care of her.
"Mmm… These pancakes are delicious, Birdie," Gilbert praised, sticking another forkful in his mouth.
"Thank you, Gil," Matthew murmured, embarrassed.
"I'm gonna have to marry you so that these wonderful things don't go to someone else," he joked, winking at Matthew. The flustered response Matthew gave was suddenly reminding Alfred that he was not being paid attention to.
"Hey, Mattie-" Alfred spoke up.
"Hold on a second, Alfred. Gil and I are talking," Matthew stated, holding up a finger in his direction. A sudden stroke of jealousy took over the blonde and he scowled.
Alfred most certainly did not like Gilbert.
"Dude, check it!" Alfred pressed various buttons on his game controller, making his character perform some kind of ridiculous trick and racking up points like crazy, "Pretty awesome, huh?"
"I feel we are a bit unfairly matched," Toris grumbled, still trying to figure out which buttons did what.
"Nah, you'll get the hang of it. Here, lemme," Alfred leaned over to point out the function of all the buttons, suddenly very close to Toris who panicked and scooted away. The boss definitely wouldn't like it if he was getting intimate with the man he was supposed to be watching.
"I've got this, thank you," Toris assured him, trying to keep from looking terrified with varying shrugged.
"M'kay. Suit yourself. I was just trying to help."
Toris glanced over as Alfred returned to his own character, continuing to wipe the floor with him. The concentration and complete confidence painted across the other's expression wasn't unattractive, per say, but he was her on a job, not to get romantically involved - Especially with his boss' lover. Stay focused, Toris.
"Woah! Nice move there, Dude!" Alfred flashed a huge grin in his direction, making Toris look away as his face began to heat up. This was gonna be harder than he initially thought.