Gilbert | 23 | ♂ | NYC | Taken |

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Taking Chances
Chunk! No, Captain Chunk!
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decurrygyal:

"I’m kinda bummed that Argentina didn’t win. But congrats to Germany… I guess."

"Hey, better luck to Argentina next time! They did well, in my opinion."

[is still over-excited over Germany’s win]

fotografaitaliana:

[Shrugs] 

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Not a fan, is all. 

I’m glad they won.

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At least I now know that I didn’t have my coworker cover my shift at work tonight for nothing.

RP Starter || etwas-kreativer

etwas-kreativer:

Ludwig looked down, a bit ashamed of himself, he hadn’t really met anoyone new since coming to new york. He had focused on studies and his part time job that he really didn’t make time to talk to others. He did have the occasional conversations with his coworkers or students who seeked help on an assignment they didn’t understand but that was it. Then again there was that one person.

"Not really, only one boy I met at the park. I’m still very quiet and to myself so I haven’t really made any friends as of yet. And I don’t really know if I could consider the other a friend seeing as we only met by chance."

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Gilbert was glad to hear that his brother had at least spoken to a few people. He hated seeing his brother lonely. But he knew he’d open up eventually, maybe he’d met a few potential friends already. But he knew how seriously his brother took his schoolwork, which Gilbert knew he couldn’t say of himself.

"Well, who knows? Maybe that boy you met at the park could be a potential friend," Gilbert said in an attempt to stop his brother from being so down on himself. "And what do you mean by you met the other ‘by chance’?"

Librarian! 6

moderntomatoboy:

theawesomegilbert:

"I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I just want everything to be okay." Every Day- David Levithan, page 6

Gilbert found himself surprised, yet relieved, that Lovi wasn’t ready to murder him by now. He was always screwing up and doing stupid stuff, but he was glad he had found someone to finally put up with it.

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"I really am sorry."

The italian personally wished he could cook for himself but that was out of the question. His hand still hurt when he moved the fingers so he guessed it would be back to try stirring. He nodded at the German and smiled  a bit more.

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"Yeah…Maybe he’ll help if you ask. I dunno if he’d do it if I did. I was kinda a butt to him dur’in the contest so…"

Gilbert wondered what could’ve possibly happened between Lovino and Francis, but he decided not to worry about that for now. Intense cooking rivalry? Who knew. He hoped the Frenchman would help the two out if he had any free time, but he didn’t deny that he’d lend a hand if they asked. He knew Francis could cook, he had entered the cooking contest, after all.

"I’ll be sure to keep it in mind to ask him. How were you a ‘butt’ to him, anyways?" 

Closed RP || alfredthebard

alfredthebard:

"Good plan. Let’s walk." Alfred wandered slowly towards the cafe, where the greatest foods lay. 

As Gilbert’s companion led the two towards their next destination, he realized something. “Hey, I never asked your name.”

Librarian! 25

eldurisoglakkris:

"She was engrossed in Dimensions when the boy came and sat in the sand a few yards away from her, apparently without noticing she was there.  She observed him in silence.” — The Girl who Played with Fire, Steig Larsson

Solveig sat against a tree, a book in one hand and a cup of lukewarm coffee in the other.  The midday light was filtering through the trees of Central Park, casting lopsided shadows on the pages of the novel she’d been engaged in for hours.  Never had she ever been so outdoorsy as to sit outside — let alone on the ground — for hours on end, but at the time she’d arrived at the park, it was alive and buzzing, and she had no other choice.  The corner of the park she resided in was now practically dead, aside from the odd bird or squirrel, leaving Solveig in nearly complete silence — until now.  She heard footsteps beginning drawing close to her and pulled her phone out quickly to look busy; it was only then that she realised the time that had passed.

She glanced up for a moment to look at the stranger, who had perched themselves nearby on a bench, and was somewhat surprised by what she saw.  At first, she’d figured he was an elderly man judging by his pale hair, but it took her only a few seconds to realise that he probably wasn’t much older than her.  A small smile teased at the corners of the mouth, though se fought it, as she twirled one her own cloudy locks around her finger.  It was a bit satisfying, knowing that she wasn’t an odd one out in the city, and she couldn’t help the feeling of contentedness that began to sink in

Gilbert’s day had been long, to say the least. The previous night at work, his shift had dragged on into the early hours of the morning, and he hadn’t even arrived back at his apartment until about three AM. Being a bartender definitely had its perks at times, but the late shifts was obviously not one of them. So, in his free time, going to the park is what he decided to do.

On the bright side, the weather was pretty nice. It wasn’t sweltering hot, nor was it chillingly cold. It was perfect, in Gilbert’s opinion, just because he didn’t have to slather layer upon layer of sunscreen over his pale skin. After strolling about aimlessly for nearly a half hour, he decided to sit for a minute and found a secluded bench to sit on. Despite how much he enjoyed being social and being in other people’s company, he was content with the silence and alone time he was currently able to indulge in. It was when he was glancing around his surrounding area when he noticed that someone else had been nearby, and he hadn’t even noticed it. Oddly enough, the woman he saw staring in his direction had hair a similar shade to his own, which was a pleasant sight to see. Being as over-friendly as he usually was, he decided to wave at her.

fotografaitaliana:

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Out of all the teams, why did that one have to win?

[glares]

What do you mean by that one?

Closed RP || alfredthebard

alfredthebard:

"Uh… I’m willing to do anything, to be honest." Alfred suffered the same problem. Every activity was the same to him, and so he stopped caring what to do long ago. 

Gilbert pondered over their choices for a moment. He was always hungry, or so it seemed. “I guess we could start off from that cafe you mentioned and go from there.”

Librarian! 6

moderntomatoboy:

theawesomegilbert:

"I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I just want everything to be okay." Every Day- David Levithan, page 6

Gilbert found himself surprised, yet relieved, that Lovi wasn’t ready to murder him by now. He was always screwing up and doing stupid stuff, but he was glad he had found someone to finally put up with it.

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"I really am sorry."

Romano smiled a bit more at the German. He had to be tired of constantly eating italian food or texmex by now. Those just happened to be the foods Lovino knew the best of all. He paused to wonder if it was possible to ask Francis. Maybe the Frenchman could be useful for once.

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"I believe you can cook! I’m sure you can…or we can get your friend Francs to cook for us maybe? "

He perked up a bit at the suggestion. He hadn’t spoken to Francis in a while, but maybe he’d be willing to help. He didn’t think he’d turn him down if he asked. Having friends that knew how to cook had its advantages, he guessed. 

"He probably would if we asked him, I guess. And I don’t think I’d be much of a cook, but I’m up for trying."

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