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Post by LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT on Nov 3, 2010 21:06:12 GMT -5
Ludwig sighed. He really ought to have known. At least Lovino’s bark was a million times what his bite ever was.
…he made a mental note never to compare the elder Vargas to a dog ever again. Ever.
At his next oddly muted comment, Ludwig blinked, wondering for a moment what on earth the angry Italian was talking about now. Then he looked down and remembered the blue paint he was supposed to be delivering to Feliciano. The younger Vargas brother was probably wondering where he was right now. Or maybe he had completely forgotten about him and had moved on to paint something different that didn’t require blue. Or maybe he had just quit painting altogether and fallen asleep or gone chasing after some pretty girls.
Not that he cared.
Absolutely no caring.
Not at all.
This was his “I don’t care” face.
…He was not in denial, damn it!
Well, either way, it didn’t matter. He definitely was not getting any paint to him any time soon. Deciding to just ignore the Italian’s earlier outburst (it was a technique that had served him well in the past for both Vargas brothers), he mutely handed him the blue paint tube.
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Post by Selie Chelsie on Nov 10, 2010 8:22:16 GMT -5
Selie was wandering around when she saw the art studio room. She had heard a crash coming from the room about 20 minutes earlier. And then,she heard yelling. And now,it was silent. She debate over peeking whatever was in the studio or hurriedly walked away. Her curiosity got the better of her. 'I will just take a peek.No one will notice me anyway.I guess.' Selie thought. ((Sorry to interrupt you two.I just had to come into the picture.Sorry!^^ )
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