The Glasses Are In The Kitchen

He had been waiting.

Surprisingly there was no embarrassment in the morning. Sure enough Angus tried to say he should go home, but Katyusha would not hear of it until he had had breakfast. Angus pretended to protest, but in the end had given in to her wishes (and his own). And he was still waiting.

She had kissed him before he went off to home, which was only a five minute walk, but whatever.

And still nothing had gone wrong. Angus could not quite believe that. He brought out his keys only to notice that his front door was already unlocked.

And here is where something goes wrong. Thank god. It might have been strange that he really did want something to go wrong, but it made him feel a bit more comfortable to know that it had happened and so he would not have to expect something wrong to happen some other time. And it was much better that it happened at his house rather than at Katyusha's place. Sticking his keys back in his pocket and getting ready for the blood which would probably be on the ground from Ace attacking whoever was stupid enough to break into his house, he walked in.

"Hey Angus."

Angus sighed, shutting the door with his back. "Brian, why're you in my house?"

"Looking fer my glasses." Sure enough, Brian's glasses were not on his nose like they usually were.

"In my house?" Angus asked, leaning over to scratch Ace behind the ear and walked over into the other room where he settled himself down on the couch.

"Roy took them. I think I saw 'im hide them in 'ere, but I couldn't see, so 'oo knows."

"Right." It was crazy enough Angus could believe it. It was not the first time his house had been involved with them hiding each other's belongings, though this was the first time it was Brian's glasses. If he recalled correctly, last was Roy's bagpipes, hidden in his shower.

Everyone pleaded for him not to give them back. Too bad that meant that Roy found out and took them home. At least Vash put a ban on him playing them any time between six in the evening and ten in the morning.

Angus got off the couch and started looking around for where Roy could have possibly set those glasses. "How do either of you get any work done?"

"If ye jist check in on the problem people and make a sweep o' town, there really is not much ta do... except maybe call Vash and pretend there's a problem. Roy's the one who is immature enough ta do that."

"Hm." Angus imagined that he came home to just Ace and therefore could go take a shower and take a nap about now. "Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"What, if anythin', do you know about women?"

Brian stopped what he was doing and looked at him. Or at least looked at a blur that looked like him. Angus was very aware that Brian was even more blind than Alfred was without his glasses, though probably not as much as Eduard. "Women?"

Angus was starting to think this was a bad idea, but he went with it anyway. "Yeah."

Brian seemed to think about it. "They're annoying, a hassle, and will do anything to make yer life a livin' 'ell." Angus narrowed his eyes. "Sorry. Unless they're Katyusha, o' course. Then the annoying, hassling ones are 'er siblings."

Angus shook his head. "Sorry, I shouldn't have bothered asking. You don't know anything, do you?"

"I know plenty!" Brian sighed. "Two sisters. One gets drunk all the time and the other complains 'bout everything."

"Are... you talking about Erin and Arthur?"

"They're both just as good as."

Angus was pretty certain Brian had missed a point in the definition of 'sister', but decided this was a stupid conversation anyway and there was no point in continuing it. Plus, there was the part of him that rather agreed with what Brian said.

The second half. What did getting drunk have to do with women anyway?


Notes:

Because everyone wants to read a chapter about two characters' personalities that I made up. Note the sarcasm in that sentence. I really just wanted to show the closure of Kat and Angus' successful date. Some things do go right in the Heath without suffering drama. Amazing no?

There was one time that Vash made an allowance for Roy's bagpipes. It was during a time he was trying to get Maddox up before eleven o'clock. Needless to say it did not work. Alfred railed at them and said it was a medical condition, though he did not specify. Probably because he only said it so he could get Roy to shut up so he could sleep.