“Eh, sure, we’re not doin’ anythin’ else,” Sadiq agreed into his drink.
Alonzo and Jens looked to each other, then shrugged and nodded.
“I’d like to go out to a bar, actually,” Heracles stated. “I think some of the girls wanted to go.”
Mathias and Sadiq started griping that bars and clubs were tired and worn-out options for New Year’s, Heracles began debating back, and Alonzo took both sides - he wasn’t one to discriminate against parties of any type. Jens and Berwald started a quiet discussion about something else entirely. Francis interjected his thoughts from time to time, but spent most of the time twining himself around Antonio, gradually bringing his hand further up Antonio's thigh. Antonio appeared not to notice, just laughed along at the argument, until Francis’ hand reached his crotch and gave a light squeeze.
His eyes widened and he jumped a little before he turned to Francis and gave him a light kiss. He pulled away but Francis followed, and soon they were making out in the booth.
“Eey, you two,” Sadiq tossed an empty can their way and broke them apart. “’S a nice show and all, but take it out back if it’s gonna get any further.”
“D’aw, they’re cute, Sadiq,” Mathias teased, wrapping an arm around Sadiq’s shoulders.
“Shove off, ya perverted bastard,” Sadiq growled. “You’re worse than Francis over there.”
---
Nils was going to murder his roommates.
Gilbert was making breakfast at the stove, flipping pancakes, while Alfred was bouncing around him, spilling coffee, eating batter, and generally being a nuisance. They’d seen Nils’ neck when he’d come in this morning, and were both laughing back and forth about -
“Oh, Kiku, please, yes, more!” Alfred moaned, exaggerated, while Gilbert cackled away.
“We don’t sound like that,” Nils sulked.
“Nah, you curse way more,” Gilbert agreed, expertly dodging the spoon that flew his way. He turned to Alfred and grabbed him, then winked at Nils and loudly said “Jesus - fuck, Kiku!” while grinding against him with a sneer.
Alfred caught on, and threw his head back and moaned, failing to stop the laugh that broke it off. Nils ignored them and continued sipping his coffee. They took this as reason to amp it up. Alfred slid his hands and body down Gilbert’s front, tracing his mouth down his neck, saying “Oh, please, Nils -” and breaking off into giggles. Gilbert’s performance was more convincing.
“F-fuck, yes, like that -” he grabbed the back of Alfred’s hair and a smirk slipped onto his face for a moment before he straightened it back to pretend passion. “Ooooh,” he let out a loud, overly-drawn out moan, before running his hands down Alfred’s back and bucking up into him. “Kikuuuuu-” Then they dissolved into hysterics, clutching one another to keep from falling.
Nils scowled and muttered “Sometimes I think you guys secretly want in each other’s pants.”
“Hey, I can get into his pants anytime I want!” Gilbert exclaimed - then promptly shoved his hand down the front of Alfred’s jeans.
Alfred yelped and shoved Gilbert into the stove, yelling “Don’t do that!”
“Hey,” Gilbert said softly, then grabbed Alfred by the ass and pulled the other flush against him. “I can do it if I want to,” he winked.
Alfred’s fist connected with Gilbert’s face, and it was beginning to turn into the usual brawl when Nils shouted “STOP IT!” in a voice that came close to rattling the windows. They turned to him, Gilbert scowling and Alfred confused. “Jesus, what crawled up your ass and died?” Gilbert asked.
“Awww,” Alfred smiled, slapping Gilbert on the arm, “you know Nils gets pissy around Christmas!”
Nils glared at the two of them. “Yeah, well you would too if you had to go to church with your family every year and hear about how you’re a sinner and worship the devil and are going to burn in a fiery Hell for eternity -” he cut himself off and took a furious gulp of his coffee before getting up and stalking out of the room.
“Huh, forgot about that,” Gilbert remarked. “His family really sucks balls.”
“Hey, dude - we should get him something awesome for Christmas this year! Maybe that’ll cheer him up?” Alfred asked, nearly jumping up and down with excitement.
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Alonzo and Jens looked to each other, then shrugged and nodded.
“I’d like to go out to a bar, actually,” Heracles stated. “I think some of the girls wanted to go.”
Mathias and Sadiq started griping that bars and clubs were tired and worn-out options for New Year’s, Heracles began debating back, and Alonzo took both sides - he wasn’t one to discriminate against parties of any type. Jens and Berwald started a quiet discussion about something else entirely. Francis interjected his thoughts from time to time, but spent most of the time twining himself around Antonio, gradually bringing his hand further up Antonio's thigh. Antonio appeared not to notice, just laughed along at the argument, until Francis’ hand reached his crotch and gave a light squeeze.
His eyes widened and he jumped a little before he turned to Francis and gave him a light kiss. He pulled away but Francis followed, and soon they were making out in the booth.
“Eey, you two,” Sadiq tossed an empty can their way and broke them apart. “’S a nice show and all, but take it out back if it’s gonna get any further.”
“D’aw, they’re cute, Sadiq,” Mathias teased, wrapping an arm around Sadiq’s shoulders.
“Shove off, ya perverted bastard,” Sadiq growled. “You’re worse than Francis over there.”
---
Nils was going to murder his roommates.
Gilbert was making breakfast at the stove, flipping pancakes, while Alfred was bouncing around him, spilling coffee, eating batter, and generally being a nuisance. They’d seen Nils’ neck when he’d come in this morning, and were both laughing back and forth about -
“Oh, Kiku, please, yes, more!” Alfred moaned, exaggerated, while Gilbert cackled away.
“We don’t sound like that,” Nils sulked.
“Nah, you curse way more,” Gilbert agreed, expertly dodging the spoon that flew his way. He turned to Alfred and grabbed him, then winked at Nils and loudly said “Jesus - fuck, Kiku!” while grinding against him with a sneer.
Alfred caught on, and threw his head back and moaned, failing to stop the laugh that broke it off. Nils ignored them and continued sipping his coffee. They took this as reason to amp it up. Alfred slid his hands and body down Gilbert’s front, tracing his mouth down his neck, saying “Oh, please, Nils -” and breaking off into giggles. Gilbert’s performance was more convincing.
“F-fuck, yes, like that -” he grabbed the back of Alfred’s hair and a smirk slipped onto his face for a moment before he straightened it back to pretend passion. “Ooooh,” he let out a loud, overly-drawn out moan, before running his hands down Alfred’s back and bucking up into him. “Kikuuuuu-” Then they dissolved into hysterics, clutching one another to keep from falling.
Nils scowled and muttered “Sometimes I think you guys secretly want in each other’s pants.”
“Hey, I can get into his pants anytime I want!” Gilbert exclaimed - then promptly shoved his hand down the front of Alfred’s jeans.
Alfred yelped and shoved Gilbert into the stove, yelling “Don’t do that!”
“Hey,” Gilbert said softly, then grabbed Alfred by the ass and pulled the other flush against him. “I can do it if I want to,” he winked.
Alfred’s fist connected with Gilbert’s face, and it was beginning to turn into the usual brawl when Nils shouted “STOP IT!” in a voice that came close to rattling the windows.
They turned to him, Gilbert scowling and Alfred confused. “Jesus, what crawled up your ass and died?” Gilbert asked.
“Awww,” Alfred smiled, slapping Gilbert on the arm, “you know Nils gets pissy around Christmas!”
Nils glared at the two of them. “Yeah, well you would too if you had to go to church with your family every year and hear about how you’re a sinner and worship the devil and are going to burn in a fiery Hell for eternity -” he cut himself off and took a furious gulp of his coffee before getting up and stalking out of the room.
“Huh, forgot about that,” Gilbert remarked. “His family really sucks balls.”
“Hey, dude - we should get him something awesome for Christmas this year! Maybe that’ll cheer him up?” Alfred asked, nearly jumping up and down with excitement.