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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Dec 13, 2011 15:51:04 GMT -5
Ludwig was surprised, to say the least, when his boss gifted him with a pair of tickets for a ski resort in Canada. He knew about Christmas bonuses and rewards for good work, but seeing as he'd been at the New York branch for less than three months, he hadn't expected such a generous reward so quickly. But apparently those long nights in the office writing and rewriting and correcting and researching for that end of year report had paid off in more ways than just boosting his reputation and esteem at the company. He supposed he could use a break, and he hadn't gone skiing since he was young, it might be fun after all. But he wasn't sure who he should take; he would have asked Maria, but it seemed she already had planse, and he didn't really have any friends in America yet- he could hardly call one of his friends and expect them to hop on a plane to a whole other continent to go skiing. He was in luck, however, when he found out Feliciano was in Canada too. Albeit, on the other side on the country, but still a damn sight closer than anyone else he could have invited. Feliciano seemed more than happy to accompanying him on his holiday, and Ludwig himself was pleased to spend more time with his friend, whom he got to see so rarely. And so now he was waiting in the arrivals area at Vancouver Airport, having only disembarked his own flight from New York that very morning, for the pixels on the screen overhead to tell him Feliciano's flight from Toronto had landed in one piece, so that he could stop worrying about his friend's wellbeing. That said, a thousand things could have gone wrong between his last text from Feliciano and now- he could have got lost, lost his phone, lost his luggage, got on the wrong flight, lost his passport or his ticket, accidentally become involved in a terrorist plot, anything. Finally, the screen informed Ludwig that Feliciano's plane had landed and he breathed a small sigh of relief. He knew that he was being paranoid, and that Feliciano, for all his flaws, was competent to catch a flight from the East coast to the West, but he also knew he had to panic a little when it came to his Italian friend- Feliciano didn't seem to have much of a sense of self preservation (or rather, common sense), so he had to look out for him. He knew it would be a while before he saw any sign of Feliciano, and that he'd arrive at least twenty minutes after all the other passengers from his flight, so he decided to attempt relaxing for now, standing against a pillar, and listening to some choral music on his iPod to try and calm himself down a little- airports always tended to make him slightly nervous, and Feliciano just tended to make all his anxieties worse. ((I'm so sorry this took me so long! University's been a bitch for the past week or so, so this is my first work-free evening in a while! But it's Christmas now, so hopefully I'll be able to keep up over the next few weeks ))
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Dec 19, 2011 23:35:39 GMT -5
Feliciano snored peacefully in his seat as the attendant’s voice sounded overhead to announce their landing. He was dreaming serenely, one headphone precariously balanced on his ear as the other dangled along his chest, all comfortably covered and a little sprawled over his seat. The flight hadn’t been too terribly exhausting but for a bored little Italian with nobody to chat with, he’d opted for the best option: sleep. Now, as the landing gear touched ground and the flight passengers began to prepare for disembarking, the brunette remained comfortably asleep. He would thus remain so even as those around him began to file off and the clatter rose and died down. At one point, a little girl - perhaps three years or so old - passed by and waved to the unconscious little Italian as she followed her parents off the plane.
Feli snored through it all. He stayed on board so long that by the time the flight attendants began to make their own preparations to leave, he still hadn’t moved an inch. Startled, a young red-head walked over and prodded him gently. “Sir, the plane has landed, you need to leave.” she said sweetly. Feliciano’s eyes fluttered open and he sleepily took in her face before a bright smile lit up his features, suppressing a yawn.
“Ah, scusa,” he replied, sitting up and stretching. In a tumble, his sketchbook, a few pencils and a cell phone clattered to the ground. Feliciano started and quickly flailed to grasp at his things and retrieve them, shoving them all into his bag once more. The flight attendant beside him picked up the sketchbook and, gazing quietly at the open page, seemed to smile. “Is this your brother?” she asked. Feliciano perked his ears and a slightly reddish twinge dotted his cheeks as he reached for the sketchbook to see what on Earth she could be looking at. When he saw the sketch, he laughed heartily.
“No! My brother looks a lot more like me than that.” he replied, flipping a few pages. “This is Lovi!” he held up the book, eyes glittering, and watched as the flight attendant’s expression changed from one of embarrassed adoration to one of awe. “What a beautiful sketch,” she whispered. Feliciano shrugged and flipped back to the most recent. “Drawing Mattie is more fun,” he confessed, letting his eyes lovingly scan the intricately detailed portrait of his new little Canadian friend. “His face has more delicate lines than fratello’s and are more fun to curve~” The flight attendant’s expression changed once more and she suddenly seemed to become awkward as she stood from the crouch beside him and straightened her skirt.
“You really ought to get off the plane now, sir,” she said firmly but none the less with a slightly understanding, sympathetic look. Feliciano didn’t understand anything except the fact that suddenly, she wanted him to leave and so he quickly scrambled to gather his things. A few rather confused and suddenly very excited minutes later he found himself in the terminal with his baggage claimed and his eyes scanning excitedly for a tall, blonde figure he knew to be familiar. Something inside the little Italian swelled as he danced impatiently in place waiting to find Ludwig. They hadn’t seen each other in so long and he was so terribly excited! He hoped he remembered exactly what Ludwig looked like! If not, this was going to be much harder than he’d expected. Luckily for Feli though, he spotted the other man almost immediately and the moment he did, that swelling beam rose in his stomach, a pink tinge touched his cheeks and the small one nearly burst from excitement.
“Ludwig!” he exclaimed without thinking. There were a few startled looks from all around but Feli ignored them as his hand shot into the air and he began waving dramatically. “Ludwig, Ludwig!” He was so pleased, the young artist couldn’t even contain his own excitement. In a single bound, he neared the tall blonde and launched himself at the young man in a life-threatening, greeting hug. Looking up, Feliciano felt his gaze brighten as he beamed up at the friend it seemed as if he hadn’t seen in years. He could feel a bubble of words just waiting to be expelled but for a single moment the little one was quiet, perfectly content to just squeeze the life out of his best friend and hid his face in the taller ones strong torso.
[Herpderp, same hereeee~ School swallowed me up but I’m finally able to post. 83 Break started so I’m set~ <333]
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Dec 28, 2011 18:29:23 GMT -5
Ludwig watched passengers file past with their luggage. He kept an eye out for Feliciano, despite knowing full well that he'd somehow manage to be far later than all the others, and that when he did finally appear he would make such a song and dance about it, it would be hard to miss him.
Indeed, true to his expectations, around twenty minutes after all the other passengers from his plane had left, Ludwig's ears pricked up as he heard the noisy Italian bound towards him, shouting his name and being generally noisy and messy and excited. He removed his headphones just in time to catch the effervescent little brunette, awkwardly hugging him back. He really wasn't all that keen on physical contact in general- it made him uneasy. But with Feliciano there was no room for boundaries or hang-ups or discomfort. With him, you had no choice but to be open, which felt a lot better and much less scary than Ludwig had thought it would.
"It's good to see you, Feliciano." He smiles, long used to weird looks he got when he was around him. It had been a long time, and he really had missed his friend a lot, especially now in America, where he felt so much more alone and out of place than he ever had before. He patted his friend's back a little stiffly as he pulled away from the hug, which was easier said than done, seeing as considering how weak and flimsy Feliciano seemed most of the time, his embrace was something of a death-grip. He frowned, unable to release himself, growing increasingly uncomfortable from the prolonged physical contact. Then an idea came to him, and he smirked. "Wow, look at those cute girls over there." He pointed over Feliciano's shoulder at the phantom hotties that would doubtlessly distract his friend long enough for him to escape.
((STUPID, SHORT, LATE REPLY IS STUPID, SHORT AND LATE. Haha, turns out Christmas is busy as well XD I'll try and reply more regularly now! xxx))
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Dec 29, 2011 22:57:12 GMT -5
Feliciano clung to his best friend with all his might, he was so obliviously happy to see him again. For some reason he just tended to get that way around Ludwig: incessantly excited. It took ages to wear off thereafter and often left the little one in an immeasurable state of glee. At the current moment, with his face pressed against his friends chest, Feliciano felt content and he grinned idiotically as Ludwig greeted him. “Veh, it’s good to see you too doitsu!” he replied, spewing off the term once more without a second thought. He felt something of a squirm and a strange cough as someone nearby passed and caught his eye. Feliciano raised a brow in distraction but thought nothing of it as he heard Ludwig speak again. In an instant he jumped back and twirled. “Ooh where?” he exclaimed eagerly. He looked about keenly but saw nothing but business folk all talking on their cell phones or otherwise engaged and his face fell, a small whine coming to his lips. “Veh, Ludwig lieeed~” he moaned and clung to the others arm momentarily. Then, almost as quickly, he got distracted by something else and stepped back, eyes wide and inquisitive. He cocked his head to the side and stared across the terminal after the glimmer of something that almost looked vaguely familiar. He blinked and a moment later it was gone. Oh well~
Feliciano turned back and grinned widely, wordlessly at Ludwig. He was still incredibly happy and it showed on his face as his features seemed to glow. He wasn’t sure exactly why Ludwig had invited him on this trip, he wasn’t even sure about many of the details of it such as where they were staying excepting for the fact that it was some sort of ski resort. In all honestly, he’d been rather curious but every time he meant to put a question to the German over the days, he’d get sidetracked and forgotten. Now, in that terminal it finally occurred to him that he should have figured that part out earlier. Huh. Well, he had full confidence in that Ludwig had everything sorted out. He always did right?
The brunette then squirmed a little as his impatience to get started on this trip took over. He was doing too much thinking, it was time to get going! "Ludwig, where are we going now?" he asked excitedly, hoping to poke the prompt man into action.
(Veh~ Muse for civilian!Italy is so hard to come by. xD;; Regular Ita is so much easier. ;u; Short reply is short. I’m so sorry~ I’ll do better.)
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Jan 13, 2012 7:22:04 GMT -5
While Feliciano was distracted by the imaginary girls, Ludwig took his suitcase for him and got his own things together so that they could get out of the airport quickly without having Feliciano lagging behind under the weight of his suitcase. He ignored his friend's accusation of lying, just a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
With Feliciano clinging to his arm, he dragged him towards the exit, now resigned to accepting the weird looks passers-by gave them, to the car bay so that they could get a taxi.
"We're taking a taxi to the hotel now." Of course Feliciano wouldn't have read the itinerary he'd e-mailed him, and probably didn't even remember the name of the place they'd be staying in. Sometimes he wondered if the Italian was even sure which country he was in half the time. He hailed a taxi without much trouble and loaded his friend's luggage into the boot before opening the door to let Feliciano in and telling the driver the destination.
((I'm just going to curl up in a ball of shame now))
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 18, 2012 18:54:48 GMT -5
As the cab pulled up and Feliciano toddled out, he continued to cling to Ludwig’s arm even as the strong blonde hauled his belongings into the trunk and maneuvered as usual. Giggling to himself, the little Italian snuggled his nose into Ludwig’s arm trying to hold back something just short of an unattractive snicker-snort. He wasn’t entirely sure what it even was about this situation that made him laugh in the first place but the fact that Ludwig didn’t protest and managed to operate as if nothing despite the brunettes clinging was almost humorous. Feli could only grin like an idiot until the door was opened and then he sprung loose and immediately hopped into a seat and literally bounced up and down a few times until Ludwig joined him.
The flaps on his navy blue peacoat fluttered as the little one eagerly expressed his excitement through his squirms. Of the many layers of checkered, colored and perfectly matched articles of clothing Feliciano wore, the peacoat was the only thing he’d managed to at the last minute squirm into deciding he might need it. His brown leather gloves peeked out precariously from one of the pockets and his always overflowing bag was even more so dangerously slung about the skinny little artists person without a second thought. He really ought to take better care of it considering his sketchpad and all other valuables tended to make up the contents but the Italian couldn’t really be bothered most of the time.
At this time he really couldn’t have cared less as, quickly peeking out the window, he soon delved into the contents of the bag and rummaged around for something and becoming increasingly more frustrated as it eluded his grasp. Finally, as whatever it was he was looking for managed to be found, he pulled it out and began typing furiously away at the keypad of his phone without a single word.
(Haha, no worries~On another note: I can now start the phone thread with Kiikuuu~ I SHALL GET THAT UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE~~ <333
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Jan 20, 2012 9:26:30 GMT -5
The thing about Feliciano was that he was either incredibly bouncy and energetic and excitable (verging on irritating) as he was now, or he was apathetic and lazy, falling asleep wherever he could, which usually happened if he was hungry or if he was over-stimulated. Ludwig wasn't sure which was more frustrating, though considering sleepy Feliciano was quieter and slightly easier to deal with than hyperactive Feliciano, he was hoping he would tire himself out soon. He'd been up since early that morning himself, and had only had a quick rest at the hotel as he'd dropped his own luggage off before coming to pick his friend up from the same airport this afternoon, and as happy he was to finally get to see his friend again, he hoped he'd calm down a little so that he could get some rest.
All the same, it made him glad that he'd invited Feliciano, seeing him so excited about being here. He climbed into the back with him, pulling the door closed behind him as the driver pulled out of the bay to drive them to their hotel. He looked over to his friend to find him concentrating on his phone, fingers tapping away quickly at the keypad. Feliciano had quite slender fingers for a man, Ludwig noticed, and nimble from all the sketching and painting he did. For someone so clumsy and uncoordinated with most things, he seemed very good with his hands. He shook his head of the weird thoughts. "Uh, who are you texting?" He asked.
(Sweet, I'm looking forward to it!)
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