what the song is~

won't tell him, in case he starts singing it.

to know what it is~

also curious at to what it is.

respectfully declines, but will say that it's one of Alfred's. Which makes it all the worse.

starts to sing Lady Gaga. Loudly.

joins in!

resists the urge to cover his ears, because that would look stupid. "It's not her, either." He says the word "her" like the word "Satan."

....smirks and sings louder. "Caught in a Bad Romance~ OOoooOooOooooOOoooh~"

stares.

crosses his arms. "You two are ridiculous."

laughs and continues to sing. "I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romaaaance~~"

snaps, "It's not even that monstrosity of a song," as if that proves something. Yes.

doesn't care as long as he's bothering Roderich~~~

decides that now is a wonderful time to play the piano.

can sing over him!

can play very loudly.

slides over to the piano and presses random keys. 8D

finds this blasphemous. "What *are* you doing? Get off the bench!"

cackles loudly. "Why should I~?"

splutters. "Because you shouldn't be touching anything!"

snickers and smirks. "I'm awesome! I can do whatever I want!"

[[OH HI PLURK THANKS FOR STOPPING ALL NOTIFICATIONS EVER]]

crosses his arms. "Not in my house."

raises and eyebrow. "You gonna make me?"

struggles to remember how exactly he gained the upper hand before. "Or you could explain yourself for once."

scoffs. That's not going to work again. "I don't *have* anything to explain." And presses a few more keys.

figured it was worth a try. He aims for the same tone of voice he had used anyway. "I don't believe you."

*DEMEANING TONE I thought it was in there

rolls his eyes. "Just because your as OCD as West when if comes to your piano, doesn't mean I have anything to explain."

works hard to keep calm. That's the key. "The piano and the explaining are two separate subjects entirely."

snorts. "The piano and what's wrong with your *head* are two different things." See, this was more like it. He could argue with him and

*not think Roderich was good looking*, because he wasn't and he didn't have a crush on him. Awesome.

sort of annoyed that any opportunity he would have had to get to the bottom of this has apparently

disappeared. Frustrated, it feels like a logical progression to say, " *Why* are you still *here* ?"

a smirk. "Annoying you, of course, why else would I be here?" Definitely not because he has a crush on him. *Because he doesn't*.

rolls his eyes. "Honestly. It has to get repetitive eventually, even for someone of your intelligence."

rolls his eyes and bangs on the piano again.

makes a startled noise and tries to pull and slap his hands away. "Stop that!"

laughs and plays a few random keys with his other hand and the few he can reach with his restrained hand.

grabs at his other hand, trying to force Gilbert enough off-balance that he falls backwards off the bench. No one touches the piano. D<

flails a bit, trying to keep his balance. However, that only makes him off-balance even

more and, not willing to go down alone, grabs his arm so they both go down.

tumbles down, suddenly filled by a horrible sense of deja vu of their last encounter. He struggles to sit up as fast as possible.

laughs as Roderich falls with him, but makes no move to get up quite yet.

stands up and brushes himself off. "Well, I hope you're satisfied."

snickers. "Maaaaaybe~"

crosses his arms. "Then you should be gone."

he'll stay. Because it'll annoy him more.

that Gilbert just has a pathological need for attention, and that he should probably see someone about that.

not "pathological needs for attention", what the fuck are you talking about?

knows he definitely does. He apparently can't stand moments when people aren't paying attention to him.

scoffs. "I do not! Besides, I love being alone!" He laughs.

snorts. "Yes. Which is precisely why you spend all of your time over here bothering me."

scoffs. "I don't come here because I like *attention*, I come here because your reactions are so damn funny! And because you make

apfelstrudel." NOT because he has a crush. Nope.

scoffs. "Oh yes, the apfelstrudel. Tell me, how did that taste? Were your winnings satisfactory?"

smirks. "Awesome, of course~" ..or it would have been if West hadn't thrown it on the ground.

rolls his eyes. "A simple boy with simple hobbies."

does not have simply hobbies!

simple* gdi, typos*

stalking is surprisingly straightforward, the way he does it.

does not STALK.

his presence says differently.

here to *annoy* Roderich. If he were to stalk him, he'd follow him when--or *if*--he ever left the house.

remembers a certain dinner he had with Vash where Gilbert *popped out of the bushes* to tell Vash what a cheapskate he was.

laughs loudly. "I almost forgot about that!"

raises an eyebrow. "And that doesn't qualify as stalking?"

just happened to be walking by~

..."In the bushes."

walking by, and happened to hear their voices and decided to eavesdrop~

"In...the bushes."

scoffs. "I can't eavesdrop standing in the open, can I?"

that eavesdropping counts as stalking, and even if it didn't, Gilbert sure proved that day that he knew an *awful* lot about him.

fought wars with Roderich, of course he knows about him!

raises an eyebrow. "Including my shopping habits?"

..."Yes."

just gives him a sort of disbelieving look and lets that say it all.

clears his throat and tries to change the subject. Except he's not sure what to change the subject TO...

takes this opportunity to subtly close the piano. "I'm fairly certain you could find better things to do than stalking - yes, *stalking.* "

huffs, crossing his arms. "I do not *stalk*."

waves his hand. "Now you're just going in circles. I believe I just proved that you *do.* "

rolls his eyes. "You've proved nothing! *One* example means thing!"

could probably think of more.

waiting for more, then.

begins ticking times off on his fingers. Some of them were probably genuine stalking, others maybe just coincidence. Oh well.

*some of them, in his mind

cuts him off mid stream. "Did you document all this? "June 4th--Gilbert interupted Vash and I's lunch--he's so awesome and dreamy~"." He

mocks, making his voice higher pitched.

crosses his arms. "No! Notice I didn't memorize the *date* of any of these. But when someone is *following* you, certain events stick out."

To be honest he'd be surprised if Gilbert were following him regularly - but some events were suspiciously coincidental anyway,

and it was something to fight back with.

scowls. "I don't *follow* you--it's not my fault our houses are so close together! Gott!"

just gives him another skeptical look. "In the *bushes,* for Gott's sake."

rolls his eyes dramatically. "I wanted to hear what you were talking about! It's not a *crime*, Gott!"

would like to refer Gilbert to the conversation they just had about how much Gilbert proved to know about his habits that day.

would like to point out that they've known each other for, how long now? Hundreds of years? Roderich's not too hard to see through.

resists the urge to grit his teeth. "My shopping habits included."

rolls his eyes. "Your frugal--*everyone* knows that."

hmphs. "Vash didn't, beforehand."

shrugs.

"Well, he does now~"

pinches the bridge of his nose as if to fend off a headache. "Yes, you certainly made sure of that."

beams, though he's not exactly sure what the problem is. Sure he knows a lot about Roderich...but he's sure Roderich knows a lot about him.

re-crosses his arms. "I have nothing left to say to you, really. You'll just repeat your terrible defenses."

scoffs. "Defenses? I'm telling the truth you four eyed aristocrat!"

shakes his head almost over dramatically. "There's just no getting through to you, is there?"