We Were Walking Through The Snow When We Saw A Crying Girl

(Surprisingly It Was Not Your Fault)

"It'll be, like, a late breakfast. Early lunch. Brunch! Yeah."

"Is it open?" Toris asked, with a light laugh. Why he was laughing was beyond Feliks, but Feliks did not care. Better to see him smiling and laughing then nursing the headache he had this morning. Feliks may not have gotten any information out of him about earlier, but Toris had not seemed to remember it either and that was the next best thing at the time anyway.

"It's always open unless they say so earlier! The thing we should, like, worry about is whether Feliciano is in! Keep this quiet, but he is, like, totally better at cooking than his brother."

Feliks hated Lovino. Well, maybe hate was too strong a word. He liked him better than Ludwig at the moment. Lovino had a great base, but he needed a lot of work. Feliks had no idea what Antonio could see in him otherwise, only the potential. But that seemed like too much work for the other. So Feliks was left with wondering what Antonio saw in Lovino all over again.

Whatever. Totally not the most interesting thing going on right now. That would be his Toris and meeting his other friend.

"Erm... right," Toris replied. Feliks was slightly distracted by the sight of Katyusha, leaning back against the building Alfred had deigned to hole up his ancient arcade games in, crying into her hands.

"Katty!" Feliks called, sauntering over with his hands on his hips. "It's too early in the morning to have, like, had a bad day! Spill it, girl."

"Feliks–" Toris cut himself off as Feliks turned his head towards him.

"Not now, Toris!" Feliks retorted, before thinking about it. "Oh, actually... Katty, this is Toris. Toris, Kat. Now Katty, tell Feliks what's wrong." Kat took a few deep breaths, but they were only followed by more crying and wiping of her face. "Oh my God, like, here," Feliks pulled out a handkerchief and handed it over.

"Th-thank you," Katyusha sniffed, wiping off her face with it.

"Now what have I told you?" Feliks frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Crying just ruins your face! And you, like, have such a nice one! You shouldn't totally ruin it like that! What would Angus think?"

With that Kat hid her face into the handkerchief. Feliks felt something land on his shoulder. A quick look over showed Toris had put his hand there.

"Maybe... um, you should let her talk," Toris smiled weakly. Feliks wanted to retort, but thinking about it... Toris was right. Feliks pouted.

"Ivan told me stay away from Angus," Kat blew her nose. Toris finally released his shoulder.

"Well Ivan's just a big bully!" Feliks laughed, pulling her away from the wall. "But you know what? He totally won't do anything about it. If there's anyone Ivan won't, like, actually threaten it's you."

"I-Ivan?" asked Toris. Feliks mentally slapped himself. Toris had no idea who most people in town were! It really was not fair to keep him in the dark and all.

"Ivan Braginski. Kat's younger brother. Complete wacko, like... like everyone else in this town," Feliks filled him in. Toris had this oddest expression on his face, which admittedly made him look hilarious, but Feliks was a bit busy right now, thank you.

"In fact girl, the best thing you could possibly do to, like, protect Angus is get closer to him," Feliks wiggled his eyebrows. Kat's face was already slightly red, so his words had not caused any flush. "I mean, like, closer–"

"I think everyone knows what you mean," Toris pulled him back. Feliks slapped his hand off.

"But forget about that now," Feliks waved off Toris and turned back to Katyusha. "You should come and eat brunch with us Katty! It'll be, like, great! We're all totally going to Feliciano's place!"

He grabbed her hand (and Toris' hand for good measure) and pulled them along.

Today was going to be a good day!

Notes:

Because Alfred is cool enough to have collected a bunch of arcade games. Arthur is not cool enough and therefore will not let them in the house. Two other points of interest: Kiku takes to adding to Alfred's collection, no matter how hard it is to find them and Arthur often takes Alfred's keys and plays the games.

Hypocrite, but we all knew Arthur was cool on the inside – past his 'gentlemanly' exterior.