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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jan 19, 2011 18:02:14 GMT -5
Roderich walked over to them noticing the unconscious Ludwig. "I leave for 5 minutes..." he mumbled to himself. "What happened now?" he asked looking up at the three helping him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 18:07:04 GMT -5
Feliciano was still there, helping the two get Ludwig back on his feet when Roderich appered. "Um, Ludwig got drunk and fell unconcious. We're trying to help him him. What are you doing here Mr. Edelstein?"
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 19, 2011 18:10:10 GMT -5
Kiku blinked, heaving his unconscious friend over his and Gilbert's shoulders. Being considerably shorter, it looked very awkward. "Roderich-san." Kiku nodded noticing his prescence.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 19, 2011 18:10:33 GMT -5
Gilbert glanced at Roderich. In truth, he was incredibly happy to see him, but it went against his code of dishonor to admit this. "Well, maybe if you had been here, this wouldn't have happened." He felt bad having said it. It was pretty unlikely that Roderich had had anything to do with it, but what could Gilbert say? Roderich was incredibly easy to blame, and he really needed someone to blame.
Gilbert sighed and massaged his temples. "I'm really worried," he said under his breath, and he wasn't entirely sure if he had thought it or said it aloud. If it was the latter, he prayed no one had heard him.
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 19, 2011 18:12:17 GMT -5
Kiku looked at Gilbert, slightly upset at his mean words. But he looked startled when he heard what Gilbert said. "You're worried about your brother?" he whispered to him.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 19, 2011 18:16:13 GMT -5
Gilbert felt his face flush. "N-no!" he exclaimed. "I just need West so I can freeload off of him and live in his basement, if he dies then I'm totally screwed," he stammered. He shook his head, trying not to look at Roderich. (At least Kiku had been the one to hear. This was a small consolation.) He sighed.
"Look, West is my little brother, I may be an asshole sometimes but, yeah, I really am worried. And I'm not happy that this has happened and I'd really like to get him somewhere safe." As much as he hated to admit it, Gilbert thought of West as his baby brother. Seeing him passed out was like a constant reminder of all of the times he had failed as a sibling.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jan 19, 2011 18:16:34 GMT -5
"Well Ludwig had somehow persuaded me to come here. He started drinking, but that's normal for him. Since I'm not really a drinker I decided to walk around and I happened to find a piano..." he trailed off examining Ludwig. "So now it seems while I was gone he somehow fell unconscious from drinking?" he asked making sure he had the facts right.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 19, 2011 18:26:13 GMT -5
"Si, he did by drinking too much. Should we take him back home and get him to feel better?" He didn't dare say something dumb or say a joke because he could tell that it wasn't the time for that and if he did... well he might up getting his butt kicked.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jan 19, 2011 18:32:23 GMT -5
"Yes. Taking him home and letting him rest is best. You just have to make sure he's on his side and monitored until he wakes up." he explained knowing a bit about alcohol first aid. "He's breathing fine, right?" he asked.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 19, 2011 18:36:24 GMT -5
Ludwig quickly woke, his head throbbed from the fall. "Damn."He glanced at the group carrying him out the door. "What the hell?" he slurred. "Let me down!"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 19, 2011 18:40:21 GMT -5
Gilbert's eyes lit up at the sound of his brother's voice. Sure, it was slurred and very clearly an indicator that in terms of sobriety he was somewhat below the standard, but it also meant he was alive. Thank Fritz.
"West! You're alive!" He slapped him hard across the face. "What the hell?! What did you do? Did Francis slip you a roofie, or what?"
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 19, 2011 18:49:00 GMT -5
"I guess I had one to many beers." Ludwig said. "What the heck did you slap me for?" he shouted rubbing his cheek. "And would you put me down?" He was getting slightly uncomfortable and his fail at sobriety was making him irritated.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 19, 2011 18:53:17 GMT -5
Gilbert shook his head slightly. "I wanted to make sure you were really awake. As far as I could tell, my choices were slap you, kiss you, or kick you in the balls. Kissing you would be disgusting because, you know, we're related. And kicking you in the balls wouldn't have worked because of your position in relation to me. Hence the slap," Gilbert set West lightly on the ground. He smirked. "Of course, I could have gotten someone else to kiss you, but I don't know who on earth would have done that."
He relaxed internally. Now that West was safe, he could resume being the obnoxious asshole he was so damn comfortable being.
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 19, 2011 18:56:50 GMT -5
"No Ludwig-san." Kiku spoke up, staying silent for most of the incident. "You seemed to have gotten drunk, and we are just helping you is all." he blinked his soulless brown eyes. "Arigato Ludwig-san if this is an inconviences for you."
The dogs started barking again, but this time there was a high pitched one. Kiku glanced at the dogs, watching them chase around the customers and bartenders. But what surprised him was that Pochi had joined in, a member of the pack it seemed.
"Though, why did you bring your dogs? They might attack someone."
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 19, 2011 19:03:07 GMT -5
Ludwig glarred at Gilbert but turned his attention to Kiku."Huh?" he looked over to see his dogs running around and nipping at the other customer's heels. "What, how the hell did they get here?" he whistled but quickly regreted that as his head pounded. The three dogs came pounding over to thier master. Ludwig slumped down in a chair and rubbed his temples attempting to dull the throbing.
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