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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Oct 4, 2010 9:01:05 GMT -6
Never once Gilbert has been so entertained. Of course, putting aside the grumpy face his Bruderchen always had, he could actually call this pure fun. Then, for a second he glanced at the Croatian. What was wrong with him? He seemed to be having a hard time and that only made Gilbert want to pick on him, but he didn't, because Francis and Ludwig's conversation distracted him.
"Oh, ja~ We are very, very close~" He said in a teasing manner, before he found himself kissing the French boy. Although, he was surprised he masked it with a smirk, as if he got the idea and kissed him back in an instant. [/size]
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Post by Andrija Ćurković on Oct 5, 2010 14:28:38 GMT -6
[/i]), he turned his attention toward the pair in question, only to quickly look back in utter horror. " Must you do that in public?[/color]" he snapped at Francis, embarrassed mostly for himself for having to witness such a blatant display of affection. " Ne, I assure you I'm not... I didn't know he was even related to you."[/ul][/font][/color] |
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Oct 12, 2010 5:58:12 GMT -6
Ludwig’s face had gone through a weird transition of expressions. Starting with surprise, slowly fading into anger, with a slight bit of jealousy at his brother being able to freely express himself in such a way. His cheeks flushed as he turned and looked absentmindedly to Andrija, commenting loudly. “Bruder, you have no shame.” Though at least Gilbert was brave enough to do something like that. Ludwig was just learning that he could speak his mind here without punishment. At least to the other students.
He had noticed, as he looked to Andrija, that he was looking a tad more familiar. Like they saw each other a lot in the hallways and such. Not that it bothered Ludwig, this kind of thing seemed to happen a lot with a certain few students. Just someone who happened to have a similar route to classes. Never would he think that Andrija had a fixation with German people, though maybe that was him being dense.
He kept a hand placed to the side of his face to block the unsightly scene of them kissing, and sighed. “Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that you can’t tell that das ist mein Bruder…” He grumbled in a scowl, slipping into German to show distaste for the situation. Yet his cheeks were still flushed at the thought of public display of affection.
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Sorry this took so long, I've been stressing about so much stuff lately, and I just got done with some major school things. ;;
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