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"Now, there's something I wanted to say to you…" Roderich felt the fresh pain rise up in his chest, before swallowing hard and continuing. "Vash broke up with me." Gilbert's face flashed through a range of emotions, from shock to triumphant delight that he may still have a chance with Roderich, before settling on the more appropriate face of saddened disbelief. "Roderich… I'm so sorry, I didn't realise!" "It doesn't matter, I'm over him already, I just wanted to say, I suppose." Roderich didn't even try to conceal his thinly veiled hint to Gilbert that he was available. "You sure you're over it, 'cos I'm sure Feli or his broth

Roderich smoothed out the non-existent creases in his duck-egg-blue dress shirt for the hundredth time that evening, before glancing at his watch, as he had been doing incessantly since arriving back from Gilbert’s. The fresh red salmon fillets were cooked to perfection and being kept warm in the oven, as well as the new potatoes which Roderich had just melted butter over. Luscious green mange tout was also gently steaming on the stove. There was even an expensive bottle of vintage wine in a bucket of ice by the table. At precisely 6:30 there was an obnoxiously loud and flamboyant knock on the door. Roderich took a deep breath, steeling

Gilbert was pissed off. There was no other way to put it. He hadn't had a wink of sleep, what with the 'activities' happening next door and the nightmares that followed when everything eventually went quiet. He slouched into the kitchen, sending "evil-death-rays-of-doom™" at his brother and at Feli (who he noticed was sitting rather awkwardly on his chair). "Morning." He grumbled sullenly, helping himself to coffee. "Morning bruder!" Ludwig replied with far too much of an innocent tone to his voice. "Have fun last night?" Inquired Gilbert, snickering inwardly as Ludwig squirmed under his gaze. "Thought so." "Luddy, what's Gil talk