"Erm, yes. Hello, Mr. Vargas," He said as smoothly as he could muster (which wasn't very smooth at all, to be honest).
There was a pause, and then the other man's face lit up into a smile.
"Oooh, you're so formal, Mr. Ludwig. Feliciano's fine! Honestly!"
Feliciano. Now, Germany might have just passed his high school Latin class with a relatively low score (not going into details here, but it wasn't close to pretty), but even he knew what "Felix" (and with conjugations in Latin, Feli was probably close enough) meant. Happy. ...Lucky.
...He didn't stop to think about the implications, though it was damn tempting.
"Hmmmf. I'd like to keep up the formalities, thank you," He muttered, though it wasn't true. He had just secretly resolved to himself to drop calling him "Vargas" when he stopped throwing Mister in front of his first name. Honestly. How classless. ...And yet, oddly adorable.
There was an awkward silence as Feliciano insisted on rocking on the balls of his feet, looking around Ludwig's tiny cubicle with mild interest. He seemed to take special interest with the bottom of Ludwig's shirt, though he thought nothing of it at the time.
"So, what do you want?" Ludwig asked after a minute, after getting rather anxious about the entire lack of conversation thing. Here he was, coming up to him on his own free will (and probably breaking some law of office code, but it wasn't as if anyone really cared around the office - while the boss himself was an asshole and only Ludwig himself seemed to be able to get along with him, his enforcers were, ah, weak and yielding - if you know what he meant), and the man couldn't even think of something to say. It was sort of distressing, actually, and Ludwig mentally cursed himself for being useless in social situations.
"Oooh, uhm! Ve, I was just checking up on you! You know, you were out yesterday and I was just wondering and stuff." The other man was smiling again, closing his eyes in what Ludwig perceived to be delight, though he wasn't exactly sure what there was to be delighted about.
He then noticed, with slight dread, that his palms were beginning to sweat a little. Great.
"Thursdays are my day off, you know." Germany muttered, a little more meanly than he had intended. Feliciano didn't seem to notice, and, in fact, it only widened his smile.
"Oh, good! I'd thought you'd gotten sick or something. I was kinda worried - but I'm all good now that I know that you're okay!" His smile could have put the sun to shame. ...And Ludwig instantly berated himself ruthlessly for thinking like that. God, at this rate, the next thing he was going to do was compare him to a summer day.
He shook the idea out of his head, and was about to ask his companion to leave so that he could reflect on this meeting in private, find out what he was doing wrong, and maybe formulate a million different scenarios and responses three hours after the fact. It probably wouldn't do anything for either side, but it'd make him feel better and maybe give him false hope or a prayer or a terrible case of the shoulda-coulda-wouldas (all of which being, of course, a hundred times better than flat-out refusal or trying to come up with something conductive to say and getting it all wrong).
However, Feliciano himself seemed to notice that he wasn't going to get any conversation out of his coworker, and instead of just standing there for minutes on end and getting slowly disenchanted by the incredibly awkward silence, he simply cleared his throat and said, "Oh oh oh. I heard you talking really really loud and mean to someone! Who was it, Mr. Ludwig? Were they mean? Was it a prank calling person teenage girl or something?"
"Errm, yes. I think it was. Can't be too sure.... You heard that?"
"Uh, pretty sure the entire the entire office heard that. You were really really loud, don't mind me saying."
Had Ludwig been sipping coffee, he would have spit-taked in some over-done, movie-style fashion.
"I-it wasn't like that!" He yelled, refusing to acknowledge the flush that he just knew was creeping across his cheeks.
"Ooh, uhm, sorry! It just sounded really like it. Did that guy have a hot tub obsession or something? Or teenage girl? What was a teenage girl doing talking about hot tub sex, anyway?"
"No idea." Had Ludwig been prone to things like it, he would have been repeating the sentence like a mantra, knowing that no amount of brain bleach could save him now. Imagine, Feliciano hearing that -- ! Oh, it was just... too embarrassing. Had be been a different kind of person, he would have crawled under his desk to hide by now.
"Hmm. Well, you always get weirdos around here, I mean, just last week I called someone and I think he had a French accent and he just kept talking about what he was wearing and how my voice was cute and how he knew I wanted to have phonesex or something. It was really weird! I had to look up what phonesex was on the Urban Dictionary thing-y and everything! Then I turned him down - I think. I mean, I said I'd call him this week but I haven't so I think I'm safe. He doesn't know where I live or anything except for maybe I told him - I don't know, I forgot!"
Ludwig considered asking his coworker how, in God's name, he couldn't just make an educated guess as to what phonesex could be (honestly, he would have thought it was pretty self-explanatory), but then again, Feliciano had always struck him as the "innocent" type. Though, he guess he'd just never connected the dots to make "innocent" synonymous with "stupid," but, well - let's just say it was duly noted.
The teeniest, tiniest part of Ludwig's mind registered the words "French accent" and filed them away for further consideration. Person desperate enough to try to talk a telemarketer into sex with a French accent... sounded like a Sex Offender move.... But he had no real proof, and besides, if it had been the Sex Offender, he would have known Feliciano's every sexual desire, and catered to it... and if he didn't even know what he was proposing was, how could he have wanted it? It was a stupid, stupid thing to be considering, and yet he couldn't help but put it away for the future.
"Sounds embarrassing."
"Oh, it was, Mr. Ludwig! It really, really was! And then Toris stopped into my cubicle to say something for Mr. Braginski or something and and and he heard me! So I just put him on the phone to deal with the guy and he got all flustered and starting blushing and eventually hung up and ran away looking sick! I still wonder what he -- Oh! There he is! Hi, Toris!"
Ludwig noted to himself how Feliciano did not, in fact, call Mr. Laurinaitis Mister anything. He briefly stopped to ponder the meaning of this, but was taken away from his thoughts when the new man composed himself enough to answer.
"Oh, good afternoon Mr. Beilschmidt, Mr. Vargas. I, ah, what I mean to say is, erm... Mr. Vargas, why aren't you in your cubicle? You know, uhm, working?"
"I guess I should be, right? Ve, I just wanted to check in on Mr. Ludwig, anyway! Oh oh oh, and before I forget, maybe you can check out that coffee machine - please?"
A relieved smile crossed Toris' face, and he said, "Oh, that would be wonderful, actually. I've been meaning to ask Eduard about that, but it keeps slipping my mind. Do you think you could, Mr. Beilschmidt? I bet I could get Mr. Braginski to pay you for your time...."
Ludwig knew plain well that Mr. Braginski would not, in fact, pay him for his time and it would be Mr. Laurinaitis paying for this repair out of his own pocket, but before he could object (he was a protector of the weak and downtrod, after all), the long haired man's phone began to ring, making him jump with surprise. He took it out of his pocket, checked the caller ID, and made a small sound of frustration before facing his coworkers again.
"I'm sorry, but if you would excuse me - I have to take this call. Behave, you two!" He smiled uneasily before running off into what Ludwig suspected he thought was a secluded corner of the office.
There was a (slightly less awkward than usual) silence as the two watched Toris run off, and after a considerable space of time, Ludwig made a small noise in his throat before standing up. He inched past Feliciano with the smallest smile as he said, "Well, better get that done. Nice talking to you, Mr. Vargas."
"Oh, bene! Si, well, I guess I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
The Superhero/telemarketer was about to say what he would constitute as a friendly, but incredibly smooth goodbye, when Toris found a way to interrupt their time together again. Though Ludwig was pretty sure it was his fault this time.
"Ugh! No. NO. We are NOT doing THAT in a HOT TUB! Je-susChrist, Al!"
Embarrassed beyond decent levels, Ludwig inched out of the cubicle first - not aware about how closely Feliciano was watching him walk away - his eyes trained on a small part of black cape hanging out from under his shirt....
Amg amg amg. Author!anon is so so so so sorry about the wait. Real life took over and, well, you know how that goes!
I hope this makes up for it, buuuuut, well. I'd like to thank everyone who's been reading so far. All your comments make me feel so nice amg. 8U ♥
i also found a way to slip a couple of mine in here, hurrrr.
I'm having too much fun with this prompt I swear. Expect another update soon. Ludwig in action, yeah! ♥
Also, please find a way to excuse me for making Ludwig have Gilbert's last name. It made sense to me, and he doesn't have an official last name, sooo. yeah i was stuck shoot me That aside, thanks guys! Hope this chapter was satisfactory and yeah~
Poor Ludwig, since once upon time before many years, I was also with my friends prank calling (although we prank-called REAL sex-telephone-station) so I do really pity Ludwig. I am happy for Feliciano’s appearance, trough it ended up really awkward conversation, but I kind of guessed since Feli saw Luds cape so I am glad that Feli already discovered his super-hero identity. Hehe, and of course Alfred is going to ask for hot-tube sex, well it’s Ludwig’s fault for not having uber-silent and gently voice.
oh, god. anon. oh, god. this is getting SO much better with every part added.
(i feel for toris now that i know he's with alfred. oh, gods. i feel for him)
(oh, ludwig. =_= you're an adorkable idiot. XD)
(i wish i could get into feli's mind to KNOW the hell he's thinking about. damn it, i SO want to do that).
oh, gods. oh, ludwig. i can't stop shaking my head at you. you ust HAVE to make this SO much funny.
oh, alfred. oh, gods. bath tub sex. XDD so much LOL, so much awesome in this part, that i don't even know what to fangirl onto. definitely an absolute kind of awesome.
thank you anon, for making this refreshingly and stunningly AMAZING. THANK YOU. gods, thank you :D
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Re: The Super Adventures of Captain Canine [3c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-07 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)There was a pause, and then the other man's face lit up into a smile.
"Oooh, you're so formal, Mr. Ludwig. Feliciano's fine! Honestly!"
Feliciano.
Now, Germany might have just passed his high school Latin class with a relatively low score (not going into details here, but it wasn't close to pretty), but even he knew what "Felix" (and with conjugations in Latin, Feli was probably close enough) meant. Happy.
...Lucky.
...He didn't stop to think about the implications, though it was damn tempting.
"Hmmmf. I'd like to keep up the formalities, thank you," He muttered, though it wasn't true.
He had just secretly resolved to himself to drop calling him "Vargas" when he stopped throwing Mister in front of his first name.
Honestly. How classless.
...And yet, oddly adorable.
There was an awkward silence as Feliciano insisted on rocking on the balls of his feet, looking around Ludwig's tiny cubicle with mild interest.
He seemed to take special interest with the bottom of Ludwig's shirt, though he thought nothing of it at the time.
"So, what do you want?" Ludwig asked after a minute, after getting rather anxious about the entire lack of conversation thing. Here he was, coming up to him on his own free will (and probably breaking some law of office code, but it wasn't as if anyone really cared around the office - while the boss himself was an asshole and only Ludwig himself seemed to be able to get along with him, his enforcers were, ah, weak and yielding - if you know what he meant), and the man couldn't even think of something to say.
It was sort of distressing, actually, and Ludwig mentally cursed himself for being useless in social situations.
"Oooh, uhm! Ve, I was just checking up on you! You know, you were out yesterday and I was just wondering and stuff." The other man was smiling again, closing his eyes in what Ludwig perceived to be delight, though he wasn't exactly sure what there was to be delighted about.
He then noticed, with slight dread, that his palms were beginning to sweat a little. Great.
"Thursdays are my day off, you know." Germany muttered, a little more meanly than he had intended.
Feliciano didn't seem to notice, and, in fact, it only widened his smile.
"Oh, good! I'd thought you'd gotten sick or something. I was kinda worried - but I'm all good now that I know that you're okay!" His smile could have put the sun to shame.
...And Ludwig instantly berated himself ruthlessly for thinking like that. God, at this rate, the next thing he was going to do was compare him to a summer day.
He shook the idea out of his head, and was about to ask his companion to leave so that he could reflect on this meeting in private, find out what he was doing wrong, and maybe formulate a million different scenarios and responses three hours after the fact. It probably wouldn't do anything for either side, but it'd make him feel better and maybe give him false hope or a prayer or a terrible case of the shoulda-coulda-wouldas (all of which being, of course, a hundred times better than flat-out refusal or trying to come up with something conductive to say and getting it all wrong).
However, Feliciano himself seemed to notice that he wasn't going to get any conversation out of his coworker, and instead of just standing there for minutes on end and getting slowly disenchanted by the incredibly awkward silence, he simply cleared his throat and said,
"Oh oh oh. I heard you talking really really loud and mean to someone! Who was it, Mr. Ludwig? Were they mean? Was it a prank calling person teenage girl or something?"
"Errm, yes. I think it was. Can't be too sure.... You heard that?"
"Uh, pretty sure the entire the entire office heard that. You were really really loud, don't mind me saying."
"I, erm, apologize for it."
The Super Adventures of Captain Canine [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-07 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)"...Soo, why were you talking about porn?"
Had Ludwig been sipping coffee, he would have spit-taked in some over-done, movie-style fashion.
"I-it wasn't like that!" He yelled, refusing to acknowledge the flush that he just knew was creeping across his cheeks.
"Ooh, uhm, sorry! It just sounded really like it. Did that guy have a hot tub obsession or something? Or teenage girl? What was a teenage girl doing talking about hot tub sex, anyway?"
"No idea." Had Ludwig been prone to things like it, he would have been repeating the sentence like a mantra, knowing that no amount of brain bleach could save him now. Imagine, Feliciano hearing that -- !
Oh, it was just... too embarrassing. Had be been a different kind of person, he would have crawled under his desk to hide by now.
"Hmm. Well, you always get weirdos around here, I mean, just last week I called someone and I think he had a French accent and he just kept talking about what he was wearing and how my voice was cute and how he knew I wanted to have phonesex or something. It was really weird! I had to look up what phonesex was on the Urban Dictionary thing-y and everything! Then I turned him down - I think. I mean, I said I'd call him this week but I haven't so I think I'm safe. He doesn't know where I live or anything except for maybe I told him - I don't know, I forgot!"
Ludwig considered asking his coworker how, in God's name, he couldn't just make an educated guess as to what phonesex could be (honestly, he would have thought it was pretty self-explanatory), but then again, Feliciano had always struck him as the "innocent" type.
Though, he guess he'd just never connected the dots to make "innocent" synonymous with "stupid," but, well - let's just say it was duly noted.
The teeniest, tiniest part of Ludwig's mind registered the words "French accent" and filed them away for further consideration. Person desperate enough to try to talk a telemarketer into sex with a French accent... sounded like a Sex Offender move....
But he had no real proof, and besides, if it had been the Sex Offender, he would have known Feliciano's every sexual desire, and catered to it... and if he didn't even know what he was proposing was, how could he have wanted it?
It was a stupid, stupid thing to be considering, and yet he couldn't help but put it away for the future.
"Sounds embarrassing."
"Oh, it was, Mr. Ludwig! It really, really was! And then Toris stopped into my cubicle to say something for Mr. Braginski or something and and and he heard me! So I just put him on the phone to deal with the guy and he got all flustered and starting blushing and eventually hung up and ran away looking sick! I still wonder what he -- Oh! There he is! Hi, Toris!"
Ludwig noted to himself how Feliciano did not, in fact, call Mr. Laurinaitis Mister anything.
He briefly stopped to ponder the meaning of this, but was taken away from his thoughts when the new man composed himself enough to answer.
"Oh, good afternoon Mr. Beilschmidt, Mr. Vargas. I, ah, what I mean to say is, erm... Mr. Vargas, why aren't you in your cubicle? You know, uhm, working?"
"I guess I should be, right? Ve, I just wanted to check in on Mr. Ludwig, anyway! Oh oh oh, and before I forget, maybe you can check out that coffee machine - please?"
A relieved smile crossed Toris' face, and he said,
"Oh, that would be wonderful, actually. I've been meaning to ask Eduard about that, but it keeps slipping my mind. Do you think you could, Mr. Beilschmidt? I bet I could get Mr. Braginski to pay you for your time...."
Ludwig knew plain well that Mr. Braginski would not, in fact, pay him for his time and it would be Mr. Laurinaitis paying for this repair out of his own pocket, but before he could object (he was a protector of the weak and downtrod, after all), the long haired man's phone began to ring, making him jump with surprise.
He took it out of his pocket, checked the caller ID, and made a small sound of frustration before facing his coworkers again.
The Super Adventures of Captain Canine [3e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-07 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)There was a (slightly less awkward than usual) silence as the two watched Toris run off, and after a considerable space of time, Ludwig made a small noise in his throat before standing up. He inched past Feliciano with the smallest smile as he said,
"Well, better get that done. Nice talking to you, Mr. Vargas."
"Oh, bene! Si, well, I guess I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
The Superhero/telemarketer was about to say what he would constitute as a friendly, but incredibly smooth goodbye, when Toris found a way to interrupt their time together again.
Though Ludwig was pretty sure it was his fault this time.
"Ugh! No. NO. We are NOT doing THAT in a HOT TUB! Je-sus Christ, Al!"
Embarrassed beyond decent levels, Ludwig inched out of the cubicle first - not aware about how closely Feliciano was watching him walk away - his eyes trained on a small part of black cape hanging out from under his shirt....
Amg amg amg. Author!anon is so so so so sorry about the wait. Real life took over and, well, you know how that goes!
I hope this makes up for it, buuuuut, well.
I'd like to thank everyone who's been reading so far. All your comments make me feel so nice amg. 8U ♥
i also found a way to slip a couple of mine in here, hurrrr.I'm having too much fun with this prompt I swear. Expect another update soon. Ludwig in action, yeah! ♥
Also, please find a way to excuse me for making Ludwig have Gilbert's last name. It made sense to me, and he doesn't have an official last name, sooo.
yeah i was stuck shoot meThat aside, thanks guys! Hope this chapter was satisfactory and yeah~
Re: The Super Adventures of Captain Canine [3e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-08 09:50 am (UTC)(link)Ludwig: Two...?
*Cough* anyway... they almost got in hot tub... I was so sure!
Anyway I <3 anon for writing this!!!
Re: The Super Adventures of Captain Canine [3e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-08 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)I am happy for Feliciano’s appearance, trough it ended up really awkward conversation, but I kind of guessed since Feli saw Luds cape so I am glad that Feli already discovered his super-hero identity.
Hehe, and of course Alfred is going to ask for hot-tube sex, well it’s Ludwig’s fault for not having uber-silent and gently voice.
FELICIANO APPEARED!!!
(Anonymous) 2010-10-09 09:49 am (UTC)(link)Re: FELICIANO APPEARED!!!
(Anonymous) 2010-10-09 09:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Super Adventures of Captain Canine [3e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-10-09 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)weeee X3
(Anonymous) 2010-10-09 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)(i feel for toris now that i know he's with alfred. oh, gods. i feel for him)
(oh, ludwig. =_= you're an adorkable idiot. XD)
(i wish i could get into feli's mind to KNOW the hell he's thinking about. damn it, i SO want to do that).
oh, gods. oh, ludwig. i can't stop shaking my head at you. you ust HAVE to make this SO much funny.
oh, alfred. oh, gods. bath tub sex. XDD so much LOL, so much awesome in this part, that i don't even know what to fangirl onto. definitely an absolute kind of awesome.
thank you anon, for making this refreshingly and stunningly AMAZING. THANK YOU. gods, thank you :D