- Even though used to the crowds in Chicago, Illinois did not like having all these people around him. He moved slightly closer to Minnesota, glaring at all of them from his mug of coffee, the steam wallowing up against his face, the silver curls drifting into the air and evaporating into nothingness. "Apples to Apples," he mumbled before taking a big gulp, a frown creeping onto his face.
Bayern gave Malbork a look, like who the hell are you type of look since he couldn't remember who he was. Oh well, possibly he would find out soon enough. Whatever. "Uhhhh, yeah, I wanted to stay home and watch football. Gilbert? I haven't seen him anywhere." He snorted, clicking the remote harshly, searching for that football game but stupid American television wouldn't have a German game, would they.