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Post by Gilbert on Oct 8, 2010 22:02:42 GMT -5
6-2-4-7-9 was the code to get into the captain's quarters. However, it would also open if someone entered 6-2-4-7-8, but nobody on the ship knew that except for Gilbert. He wasn't even sure if Ludwig himself knew it. He always used the secodn code because Gilbert had learned that 6-2-4-7-8 allowed for the door to slide open 1.24 seconds faster than when 6-2-4-7-9 was entered, and that allowed for Gilbert to enter the room quicker, thus reducing the chances of people seeing him by approximately 17%, and thus keeping the secret of his midnight visits to more of a secret. Of course, not that anybody had a reason to question why Gilbert would be slipping into his brother's room at 12:30 in the morning, since everyone knew they were close.
However, nobody quite knew just how close they were.
The door slid open and Gilbert slipped inside, shutting it behind him. "Ludwig," he said, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and his lips pursed. He swore, if Ludwig was fawning over that fucking owl, he was going to throw it through the gravity chute. Ludwig had done nothing but treat that thing like his own special little gifted child the past few weeks and had been completely ignoring Gilbert, and that just wasn't tolerable, not at all. How come Gilbert couldn't have any pet? He couldn't even have a single tribble, because "ooh, they were dangerous!" but, Ludwig was allowed to have a stupid AFN-certified owl (who kept trying to mate with his fucking head), because aww, it's such a poor, defenseless little thing! Tch. It just wasn't fair. Ludwig gets a goddamn owl, and he just gets some chemicals that he had no idea what they did. He was still working on figuring that out.
"Ludwig! It's been sooooo long. You've been ignoring me."
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Post by Ludwig on Oct 10, 2010 9:32:58 GMT -5
Fawning may have not been the best word for it. Busy, might have been a better way to describe it, but either way, as luck would have it, Ludwig was preoccupied with the owl when Gilbert has decided to enter, that 1.24 seconds early. Not that it would have made much of a difference.
The funny thing about owls is that they are nocturnal. This happened to be something that apparently held true to the young and the juvenile birds. And while there is no real physical determining factor of day in night in the reaches of space, it would seem that the tiny owl had an internal clock, biological, if you will, that allowed it to know when the sun was setting on earth, and would therefore become active. Unfortunately, it was usually wanting to play, or be fed, or what have you when Ludwig was trying to go to sleep.
The German had just spent the last half hour trying to keep the owl from nesting and pulling at his hair every time he'd lay down. Before that, he chased the pesky little thing around his quarters, trying to put it back on its perch. "Get back here, dummkopf.' he sputtered in his native tongue as the little bird waddled (as it had not yet grown accustomed to it's wings and their function.) under the bed with a squawk.
And this was how Gilbert would find his younger brother... on his hands and knees, fumbling blindly under the bed for the owl, who would hop to his hand, nuzzle it with a coo, and hop just out of reach once more. "....Gott damnit.... Come here!"
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Post by Gilbert on Oct 10, 2010 15:41:11 GMT -5
Gilbert's face fell and his arms slipped around his chest. CASE IN POINT, he thought with growing agitation. Here he enters the room, presented with his brother crawling on the ground for that fucking owl.
"I swear to God, if I've been replaced..." he growled. Lord, he could run in here in a banana suit being chased by a gorilla and the man would have hardly noticed, huh? Tch. Gilbert would show him what it's like to ignore him!
Gilbert sauntered over to his brother on the ground. "Bruderchen," he said slowly and sweetly, then sat down promptly on Ludwig's back, his arms still crossed. He leaned over so his torso was stretched comfortably over his brother and wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck. "Your owl won't die if you stop chasing it for an hour or two," he said cheerily. "So c'mooooon. Stop being stupid for a while and pay attention to me."
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Post by Ludwig on Nov 24, 2010 12:58:08 GMT -5
Ludwig grunted, and strained, making an array of curious facial expressions as he fumbled and groped for the mischievous little bird. "Stupid owl..." He grumbled, and attempted to work himself further under the bed. It was a fruitless attempt as the gap between the frame and the floor was small, and Ludwig was well... not. And he didn't necessarily care for a repeat of the ceiling incident so long ago.
And he could hear Gilbert. He KNEW his brother was there. He was just not Ludwig's priority at the moment. It was the feisty little owl, who he wanted out form under his bed before it could cough up any pellets where he couldn't reach them. Though the retching sound that just reached his ears proved it was too late for that. "....Great."
Ludwig sighed, and hung his head as he felt Gilbert's weight upon his back.
"Your owl won't die if you stop chasing it for an hour or two," He could hear the bite in his older brother's tone, much as he tried to cover it up with such sugary sweetness. "So c'mooooon. Stop being stupid for a while and pay attention to me."
Ludwig grunted. "May not die, but it'll destroy everything." He rocked his shoulders in an attempt to dislodge Gilbert from his back. "...stupid thing..."
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Post by Gilbert on Nov 29, 2010 1:24:03 GMT -5
Gilbert was strangely compliant for a moment and slid off his brother's back to sit behind him, huffing. "I see how it is," He said with dramatic bitterness. He stood up, taking a few steps back. "After aall these years, you don't love me any more! After all I've done for you...the tears and blood I've shed for you, the dangers we've gone through together, that closeness that only we could have...gone...all gone! And whyyy? Because of a tiny bird. Oh, my heart. It has been shattered."
He leaned against the wall, clutching his chest and sighing loudly. He looked over and frowned. "Seriously, the fuck does that damn bird have over me? It doesn't do shit but flutter everywhere and puke on things. It's completely and utterly worthless. Why do you even insist on it staying alive?" Normally Gilbert didn't mind cute things. He loved them, actually - except when they started becoming homewreckers. Then they were little devils.
He crossed his arms and wandered back over to where Ludwig was, nudging at him with his foot. "If you're getting tired of me hanging around, let me know. I won't waste my time then. I'll be gone in a second and you'll be free to do whatever it is you desire with that little bird..I bet you'd just love that more than anything, wouldn't you?" Bitter? No, not at all! Jealous? ...Maybe. Just a little.
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