still has the apfelstrudel from Roderich's house. He doesn't feel like eating it...but he can't throw it out because it's Roderich's

apfelstrudel. Maybe West would like some...

doesn't...want whatever he's walking down the road carrying. That's just strange.

carrying apfelstrudel from Roderich's house! Gott....it's not a dead animal or anything.

...doesn't know what to think. Most people don't carry food down the road, especially not on their way to a bar.

would like to point out that he's *not* most people, thank you very much!

...stole it from Roderich's house. But they got in *another* arguement, and now he doesn't want to eat it. But he doesn't want to throw it

away either, because it's Roderich's apfelstrudel and therefore awesome.

suggests he leave it on a park bench for the homeless or the fucking pigeons or something. He shouldn't be *stealing*.

figures he's stealing from *Roderich*, so i's okay. It's not like he can't make another sturdel whenever he wants. Besides, he is not going

to let *pigeons* or the *homeless* eat Roderich's strudel! They don't deserve it!

really doesn't have the patience for this today. "Gilbert, eat it or pitch it. It won't keep forever. Why were you bothering Roderich?"

what crawled up *his* ass and died, Gott. He shrugs. "I *always* bother Roderich. He was making strudel."

looks a bit skeptical at that. "Last I recall, you were avoiding Roderich. Have you made amends?"

that depends on what "making amends" means....

means sincerely apologizing or at least doing something to make up for being an obnoxious bastard.

blinks. "Ah....then no."

isn't surprised. At all.

...uh....took Roderich's apfelstrel? 8D

smacks his hand, attempting to flip the damn dish out of his hand. B(

cries out as the plate flies out of his hands. He stares down at the crushed strudel remorsefully before turning

to Ludwig and glaring. "The fuck was that for? That was perfectly good apfestrudel!"

really expected him to have a better grip on the thing... "Why are you upset? You weren't going to eat it."

crosses his arms, continuing to glare. "Sooooo? It was perfectly good! You didn't need to *throw it on the ground*! Gott..." ...plus it was

made by Roderich. Who made the best apfelstrudel. Roderich, who Gilbert does *not* have a crush on, thank you very much.

flips the plate over with the toe of his boot. "Then you should have eaten it. Or not stolen it in the first place."

huffs. "Gott, what crawled up your ass and died?"

picks the plate to put in the garbage somewhere. "What does that mean?"

rolls his eyes. "Exaclty what I said."

isn't amused. "Nothing could crawl up my ass, Ost, that's a horrible phrase."