My roommate is not up for discussion:
"Metformin, four bottles as well," Ludwig said as he and Gilbert had another late night of doing inventory at their family pharmacy. He frowned deeply and recounted the bottles of Methacarbamol, his mind still on the events of the morning before.
He'd wanted to ask An'na what exactly she did for work, but it felt awkward. They weren't exactly friends and they barely see each around the house to have a general conversation. Ludwig couldn't bring himself to skirt around the issue because he never was good with small talk, which was the precise reason Gilbert talked him into this mess.
Damn it, he'd have to recount those bottles for the third time.
"Hydrochlorothiazide, 6 boxes." Gilbert said from three shelves away. Ludwig sighed and scribbled the number next to the water pill's name. "Hey, West." Gilbert continued but his tone let Ludwig know that he was still counting.
He'd finally moved on from the Methacarbamol to Methotrexate, "Ja?"
There was a snicker, that annoying 'keseses' sound of rocks rubbing against each other . "How's your roommate?"
Ludwig clenched his jaw. Damn Feliciano and his big mouth, "An'na is not up for discussion."
A/N: I just realized that 'A/N' meant author's note. How totally oblivious is that? Any who, trust me when I tell you, doing inventory at a pharmacy is so tediously boring! I bet you're wondering how I know that. Equally wondering if I have worked in such a place. Which will problem make you guess at my age! But, as I'm sure you may have considered by now; I won't tell! I tried to go for a job that seem very...Ludwig. And yelling at people to take their antibiotics per instructed on the label seemed fitting. Pharmacist do a lot man. They are the people you go to when you don't believe your doctor. Which, for some people, is 80% of the time. Anyways, this note is longer that the chapter, so ciao!
-CeCe