Eva
was
stupid enough to watch this and go to the park at night. Someone arrest her for being an idiot.
Gilbert
is
totally following her, only in ninja-gear. ...okay, so it's a lot of black clothing, just typical shit he might wear on a night out, but-
it's great for ninja-ing up on someone while using random shrubbery for cover. He's even trying to sniff quietly.
does not notice this. Ok so there's noise all around and maybe she's just going to start getting a little bit paranoid. Oh, look, a bench._
She should um. Sit there. Maybe. Good idea, yep yep.
Gilbert
is
a terrible ninja. His cold makes him sniff every thirty seconds or so and he trips over things. For now he'll just lurk in this bush-
over heeeah until she gets settled. Might throw bits of dirt while he's at it too. ( LOL i'm sorry i couldn't help it. )
Eva
is
definitely getting freaked out man. Weird noses coming from the bushes and ohfuckfuck what was that. Ok. Ok. She'll sit. And take a deep, _
deep breath. No reason to be scared of the dark, right. Right? { ILY you know that right }
*almost* sneezes and ruins the whole thing. He manages to stop it by some miracle but hurries on up to her bench using some awesome-
military tactics. Y'know, that rolling on the ground stuff. He gets riiiight up behind her, sloooowly stands up to lean in aaand: "*Eva.*"
whispers that right in her ear.
(...and Ride of the Valkyries comes on as i type that. lmao )
{ rofl perfect timing haha }
Eva
is
definitely not hearing things, no, no, not at all. It's just her imagination. Maybe squirrels, too. Yeah, that makes sense. She can just _
lean back and relax and-- FUCK. Ok, so maybe she's a bit too edgy because not only does she shriek like in one of those horror films, but_
she literally jumps out of her seat and whips around, feeling her heart thumping in her chest. "Fuck! Bastard!"
stumbles backwards and falls flat on his butt. But rest assured, he's laughing before his assbone has even stopped smarting. "*Your face*!
Gott...fuckin' priceless...aw man..."
Truth be told, she sort of scared him flying up out of there like that.
's expression must be priceless. And honestly she's not sure whether to take the chance to kick him, stomp him to death or just run away_
crying like a baby. So she just sort of stands there, hands curled into fists and everything. "Bastard, you don't just do that to a lady!"
's completely flat on the ground right now, clutching his stomach and practically wheezing. "D-did you pee yourself or what?"
finds that stomping him to near death is the best course of action. Which just means she stalked over to him with a foot raised; don't _
actually expect her to do anything though. "No! But you scared me you jerk. I mean what the hell?"
's hands go right to his crotch as soon as she takes a step his direction. He's coughing more than laughing now, if that makes her feel-
any better. "That was the point! What the hell are you doin' out here all by yourself? That's like askin' for some creeper to come-
creepin' on you."
rolls her eyes, but inwardly applauds his priorities. Nah, it doesn't really make her feel better, just reminds her he's still sick. "Well,_
that's what happened, right?" She huffs setting her foot down on the ground. "I just wanted to go out for a walk, is all. Can't I?"
still isn't uncovering himself. She could be plotting some sneak attack. "Yep, it is. See? Dangerous. Go out for a walk during the day."
would probably be smarter to plan one of those, yes. Alas, there are plenty of other occasions to get even with him. "Well I don't want to._
What are you going to do about that, eh?"
sits up and pulls the sweater hood back off his head. "You don't wanna walk during the day? You're weird, woman. I'm not gonna do a-
thing. You're a grown-up, you go on and do what you want. I'll just follow you in the bushes sometimes."
gives him that sort of look that clearly asks if he's out of his mind. He probably has been for a few decades now, she won't ask. "Or_
you can be a gentleman and walk with me instead of following me like a creep."
would tell her she's about right on that, no argument there. He makes a face. "Why would I wanna do that? Gentlemen don't have any fun."-
But yeah, he's going to get up and maybe make sure there's nobody genuinely creepy following her.
would very much appreciate it if he did that. But she still gives him an incredulous look. "Oh, but it's perfectly fine to follow me around_
and creep on me just like that? Thanks." She's not nearly as upset as she should be; just a bit fidgety.
snickers and shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Perfectly acceptable behaviour. I had fun."
tries to resist the urge to punch him, she really does. That doesn't stop her from smacking him lightly. "You're a jerk sometimes you know?"
gives an exaggerated wince. "Easy, baby. But you love me anyway."
almost, almost smacks him again just for good measure. Almost. Instead she just rolls her eyes. "Oh yeah, totally. My heart beats for you."
sniffs and straightens his jacket. "And this is totally how you wanted out first date to go, isn't it?". He's got dirt on his face and the
knees of his jeans and just announced his presence by deliberately scaring her in a dark park. Oh yeah. Romantic.
pulls her coat tighter around herself, not holding back a laugh this time. Yeah, good job trying to sound serious there. "Oh yeah, totally._
You know, I'm a sucker for that whole role play business and all."
took that role play bit very seriously. Mainly because he enjoys twisting information around to his benefit. "Oh yeah? Like what? I got a
Batman outfit at home. You can be Catwoman."
just rolls her eyes; she wasn't entirely serious about that, but figures he'd take it seriously anyway. "So that means I get to whip you?"
grins. Don't get him turned on in public. That's bad news for *everyone*. "Ja, 'course. Don't worry, I got all the necessary equipment."
should probably know better than to do that; but that's not really her intention, y'know. "Oh, I'm sure you do, I'm sure. Wouldn't expect_
less from you."
won't mention that it's technically his brother's stuff. He shrugs and sniffs hard. "Aw, hell. I'm full of surprises. You got a tissue?"
would be slightly horrified if he did. You know, that would be fun in world meetings, being more awkward around Ludwig. Hah. She looks _
through one of her pockets and hands him a napkin. A clean one and who knows how it got there; probably from dinnertime. "Yeah, you are."
takes it gratefully and turns his head to blow his nose. See? Polite. He doesn't even try to hand it back to her either. "Ugh. I-
think I might have a cold. Did you get sick yet?"
(...8| it ate it. )
{ well miss I hope it tasted like vegetables >:I }
appreciates the politeness, actually; the least she needs to see now is his snot. "You think?" Discovery of the century, genius.
"But eh... Not yet I guess. My nose was kind of runny today but I took some stuff. Hopefully I'll be okay."
might feel a little bad hearing that. "Well, take a fuckload of medicine. Don't get sick."
's the one to blame though, sort of. She just nods. "Sure thing, mom. But hey- don't worry 'bout me, just focus on getting better, ja?"
gives her a look that he hopes lets her know how unimpressed with that he is. "Sure thing, *mom*.",
returns that look and even shakes her head for emphasis. "I mean it, stupid."
pinches her cheeks. "So motherly."
bats his hand away, making a face. "You're the one calling me a milf."
nods, laughing. "Hey, it's a compliment."
rolls her eyes and smacks him playfully. "That's the best you can come up with? Gee, I'm flattered."
tries to fend her off half-heartedly. "Oh shit, I can come up with way better. Look who you're talkin' to."
shakes her head again and stuffs her hands in her pockets. "Mm, somehow I don't believe you, sorry~"
brushes his shoulders off, straightens the front of his shirt, and clears his throat. This is *serious business*. "Eva, you are a=
*stunning* woman, absolutely beautiful in every conceivable way. Your beauty is only surpassed by your *wonderful* personality and charm.-
You have gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes and dead sexy lips. Oh, and your rack is phenomenal, I mean, *pow*. And your ass ain't bad either-
. I would hit it for sure."
{ dnslgkf I laughed way too hard at this }
( he's a charmer, fo'sho~ )
{ ffft totally }
doesn't really know what to expect but it's certainly nothing even mildly decent. So okay, maybe the first two or three parts made her _
cheeks turn pink, but thankfully it's dark outside and all? But then you know, there's that 'typically Gilbert!' comment at the end and _
if she was actually going to smile and say something nice, it dies in the back of her throat and she nearly chokes, glancing at him_
with an unreadable look. Way to kil the mood, man. "Well *thanks*."
just beams at her. He's pretty fucking proud of that. "You are *very welcome*. I meant it all. Right from the heart."
, if she can believe him, is actually flattered, but still. "I could have gone without hearing it from about my 'rack' to the end though."
isn't phased in the least. "Oh, excuse me. I meant *breasts*. They're nice and perky. Totally not saggy."
scrunches up her nose. "Alright, *alright* I got it the first time. *Thank you*; moving on now."
tilts his head. "To what? Your ass? I can talk about that too."
lets out something that suspiciously resembles a sob but she actually nearly just laughed there. "I'd rather if you didn't, actually."
shrugs and sticks his hands back in his sweater pockets. "Well, alright. Suit yourself."
shakes her head. "Honestly, can't expect you to be a true gentleman, can I?"
fakes a bit of a pout. "I'm always a gentleman. I open doors for bitches and shit."
arches an eyebrow. "Yeah, real gentlemanly. You'd do better if you started off by not calling them that."
blinks. "Calling what what? Bitches? I don't call 'em bitches to their faces."
sighs. "Do you call me that behind my back, too?"
tries to think for a second. "Ah...nope. I don't talk about you behind your back ever."
tilts her head slightly to look at him. "Well. That's reassuring." She pauses. "You mean it?"
does, actually. "Yep. Not 'cause you're not interestin', but you just don't do scandalous shit."
Eva
is
actually sort of flattered, then. She ponders his words for a moment there. "... Ja, I guess you're right about that. I guess I blend in."
pulls the hood of his sweater back up again, leaving only a few strands of silver-white hanging out in his face. "Well. Not *that*. But I-
mean, you don't give people reason to shit-talk. It's a good thing."
thinks he could almost look all intimidating like that. Hell, he sort of looks mysterious, she just knows him already. "No, I get what you_
mean, sweetie. I guess it really is a good thing, ja. Can't be bothered to do anything too stupid."
sneezes. "Hn'god, I think some'a my brain came out." Oh yeah, he's way intimidating. "Smart girl."
pats his shoulder; well, maybe not so intimidating as much as a little bit pathetic right now. "What are you doing out here anyway? You _
should be resting."
blanks for a second. "Uh. Stalking you?" Not really, but it sounds funny.
would be disturbed if this was anyone else. it doesn't stop her from giving him a strange look, though. "Creep."
doesn't mind. He's used to weird looks. "Aw, come off it. I've been stuck in that house since I got back. Got...itchy."
rubs her eyes. "Itchy? Maybe you need a shower. Shouldn't you be resting?"
squints at her. "Not literally itchy. Y'know, the kinda thing where you don't wanna sit still. I rested! I rested just fine, but I'm-
*bored* of sittin'." So maybe he doesn't feel good and sort of feels worse than that earlier cold. Getting fresh air will make him better!
shakes her head. "Well if you start walking around you'll get worse, stupid. Do you want to get worse?" She tugs at his sleeve. "I'm taking_
you back home."
tugs his arm around and flings it around her shoulders instead. "Oh, you're takin' me home, are ya? What are we gonna do there?"
away* not around )
gives him a blank stare but doesn't try to step away or anything. "Ja. *You* are going back to bed, is what."
smirks. "Yours or mine?"
huffs and looks away. "Yours, obviously."
pinches her cheek, since his hand is in the right proximity to do so. "Good choice."
bats his hand away, or tries to anyway. "And why's that?"
shrugs and coughs into the opposite shoulder of his sweater. "Well, I've never been in yours, but I bet mine is more comfortable."
looks concerned for a moment there, but shakes it off. "Hm, well. I like mine better, y'know."
doublechecks to make sure he didn't get snot on his shirt. "You'll have to let me test it out sometime then."
shakes her head and pokes his side gently. "How about no? 'Sides, right now I have to get you home to rest."
rolls his eyes, grinning just a little. "Damn. Shot down."
snorts. "In the future; you never know. Now c'mon, I'm not risking having you collapse out here or something."
straightens up again. He wasn't leaning on her a little or anything, no way... "Aw, piss, I'm a badass. I'm not gonna fall."
wraps an arm around his back as if to tug him along with her. Though honestly she's not sure where she's heading right now. "I'd rather not_
take my chances."
doesn't really know what direction's what anyway, so he's just going with it. "Yeah, alright *Mutter*."
stops for a second there just to throw him a serious look; she's kind of stubborn, you know. "Well, what else do you want? Hit the bars in_
your condition or something? Hell no."
stops abruptly. "Hell yeah! Yeah, a beer would definitely clear this up! Or a few shots..."
just felt that little twitch under her eye that usually means not very nice things. "No." A pause. "Non. Nee. Nein. Are you stupid or what?"
really likes this idea the more he thinks about it. "No way. We used to use that kinda shit to burn out a cold a long time ago!"
wants to hit herself for even suggesting it. Well, smart move right there. "Times have changed though, that's what you've got doctors for. _
Don't be stubborn. We're heading back home, kiddo."
huffs. Way to get him all worked up for nothing. Typical woman. "You're stubborn, y'know that?"
can't help it; she's just trying to be a responsible lady and all that. "Quite a bit, ja. I don't want you to get worse, is all."
can't even spell responsible. "Cause I'm already bad, right?"
rolls her eyes. That's kind of sad."Yeah. You're a bad, bad boy, Pruisen."
snorts. "Say that again, but in your phonesex voice."
... does so just to spite him. Clearly, there's something in the air.
didn't expect her to do that, so he's a little flustered for a second. "Good job. You could make a living on talkin' guys into jacking off."
had that little triumphant smirk of her own for a little moment there, at that. "Oh, but I have fun being a cockblock, honey."
knows this pretty well. Not because she's actively cockblocked him, but he sure as hell isn't giving her the chance. "Your kinda teasin'
should be illegal."
would gladly take him up on that challenge, just to try and prove him wrong. "Oh boo, you'd rather if I was easy?"
doesn't feel like limping home blue-balled. "Not *easy*. Easy chicks are boring."
can't necessarily assure that she will win. "True that. Then don't complain, ja?"
stares at her, then snorts and laughs. "Did you just say true that?"
's face certainly did not turn red at that, no. "Maybe I did."
doesn't have any shitty reply. He's too busy laughing.
just covers her face in embarrassment now. "Fuckin' hate you."
stops himself by hacking loudly. "Mn, yeah, that's what they all say til they can't do anythin' but scream my name."