ｔｈｅ ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ ｂｅｌｏｗ ｍｅ

[zombles]

[ wii sports is so much fun though uwu ]

At the laugh, Ludwig stuck a bit of his tongue out. "I was trying to pass it, but whoops- it went in." He explained before crossing his arms. It was a great explanation of what happened. Possibly Feliciano should of been paying more attention and had seen what Ludwig's players had been doing. A small smile crept onto his face when the Italian turned his attention back to the television, snickering under his breath. This was the most fun he had had in a long time.

Turning his own head back to the game, Ludwig had to multitask, but that wasn't so hard. "Not when it was an accident!" He protested, turning the control a bit even though it didn't even do anything. His eyes flickering to the upper side of the screen, noting tha the clock was a ninety minutes. They game was about to end any second now... "I know you are," he agreed, focusing on the last few moments he had to potentially score. It was a long shot by far.

[vault]

[ my favorite is the fencing/sword one aha what a workout ]

Bypassing the fact that Ludwig had nonchalantly agreed he was strong—a laughable concept, he focused more on the description of said 'accidental' goal. "Well, what a happy accident." Feli chirped, cheery as usual. "Very well explained. 'Whoops.' I totally get it now." Feliciano teased. "'How'd he die, officer?' 'Whoops.' " Giggling at his own joke, he attempted to keep up with Ludwig's players.

Eventually noticing Ludwig had made it past his defense and loss was inevitable, Feliciano whispered a deadpan "Whoops," Making direct eye contact with Ludwig as he did so. Having kept a surprisingly stern face whilst telling said joke, his façade finally wavered and he started laughing, first quiet and then uncontrollably, giving up the game entirely. It was too close to the end to matter, anyway. It'd been tons of fun. Covering his face with his blanket to try and control his laughs, he choked out a muffled "I demand a rematch—sometime. Give me, like, six years to practice."

[zombles]

[ oh god i'm so bad at that. bowling. bowling is great. ]

Ludwig shook his head at the attempt of a joke, though he cracked a small smile. At least Feliciano was laughing, and not finding any of his own tries at jokes lame enough not to laugh. Soon after he heard the small quiet laughter, the blond turned to face the other, simply just watching him. He's not creepy, he's just not sure how someone can laugh that much.

He saw the small brunet dip into the blankets, covering himself in a sad endeavour to put gain a control of his laughter. Even though Ludwig had no clue why he was laughing so much, just the idea of that was amusing. He gently reached out to the blanket, pulling it away from Feliciano's face with a gentle expression. "Don't suffocate yourself," he tucked the blanket on the other side of the Italian. There. A human burrito.

[vault]

[ coos at feliciano burrito // also I am v. bad at bowling ]

Eventually, finally recovering, Feli wiped his eyes from the tears of laughter, trying to regain sight. "I'm sorry. I need to get out more. I miss people." Grinning, he amended his statement. "Well, If I'm away from society for too long, I start thinking I'm really funny. That's dangerous." Keeping eye contact with Ludwig was easy, for which Feliciano was glad. It didn't feel awkward, it felt like part of the conversation
[ ooc= I typed pear tree the conversation, I'm— ]

Feli tried to cocoon himself back into the burrito Lud had created for him, but it wasn't much use when he couldn't use his hands. "I wouldn't suffocate there, would I?" It was really reassuring that someone as gruff as Ludwig could be such a gentle person. At least he knew the man didn't hate him. Well, he'd try to keep that up, for sure. "You did win, right?" He asked, squinting at the TV to try and see how bad the margin was by which he had lost.

[zombles]

Ludwig craned his neck a bit before readjusting his position on the couch. He crossed his legs and draped one arm over the top of the sofa, trying maybe just a bit to get comfortable again. His eyes drifted over to the brunet when he asked about the scores of their small football game. "Two to one. You didn't loose that badly." He softly teased before remembering the wash. Ugh that meant he had to stand up. After he did manage to get himself off of the sofa with a grunt under his breath, Ludwig turned to his friend, not new friend anymore, with a small scowl. "I'll go downstairs by myself, Feli, so that way it will be quicker. Oh, I have some drinks in the fridge and food in the cabinets if you're hungry. Help yourself." The blond nodded, heading to the door and swiping his keys from its small dish.

[vault]

Looking towards Ludwig in surprise, Feliciano only managed to utter an "A-ah, but—" before the other was out the door. Man, he was quick. Not hyperactive quick, but "efficiency is my #1 priority" quick. With a soft "Hmm," Feli cast his eyes around the room, trying to decide what he should do while waiting. After a minute of sitting in quiet, Feli groaned and stood up. He couldn't just sit there.

Since he was impulsively curious, he took to walking around the room, slowly taking everything in. There wasn't a lot of decoration, and he found out after gently running his finger along the shelves that there wasn't even any dust. Amazing. Noticing a pile of scrap paper—probably for notes—he rushed forward to grab some, along with a pencil. After writing a series of tiny, positive notes, he began hiding them around the German's apartment. Notable examples included "Be happy," along with a little sun drawing, "Hello, today!" and most important of all, "I believe in you!" He liked that one the most.

Crawling from underneath a table towards the entertainment center to place one last note in the FIFA game box, he almost gave himself rugburn on his knee. Typical. However, lazy as always, he refused to stand back up, instead carefully crawling towards the window. He ended up laying down on the floor, right there just staring out at the sky. He could almost fall asleep. Wondering what time it was—he knew they'd been hanging out for hours now—he mentally debated whether he was hungry yet or not, closing his eyes as he did so.

[zombles]

Since Feliciano didn't refuse to stay in his apartment, Ludwig took that as a good to go light before moving like lightning, moving out of the room. Honestly, it didn't take long to go down the stairs and shove the damp clothes into the dyer. That was the longer part of their wait, the clothing drying, it did not help that these machines were probably twenty years old. Nonetheless, Ludwig finished after five minutes or so before heading back upstairs. At least it had been uneventful and Feliciano hadn't missed anything.

Upon entering his apartment, he shut the door behind him and noticed the blanketed blob on the rug near the television. The Feliciano burrito. He approached him, putting his hands on his hips and slightly confused why he was on the floor in the first place. He used his socked foot to prod at the figure on the floor, though. "What the hell are you doing on the floor, Feli?"

[vault]

He'd been concentrating on food so intensely that he hadn't noticed the door opening as Ludwig came back. Obviously, then, it came as a shock when he felt a toe press into his side, causing him to squirm and let out a tiny yelp. "H-hey! That tickles!" He scolded, swatting at the foot with his free(ish) hand. "I was thinking about food." Feliciano added, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "When did you get back?" He asked, curious to know exactly how long he'd been oblivious. Hopefully, Lud wouldn't notice the notes right away.

Smiling up at Ludwig, Feliciano asked "So, how long does the dryer take?" Not one to really wait patiently for a reply, he scooted over a bit, trying to even up the hem on the other's sock. This proved difficult when the German was, y'know, standing on the sock itself, but it was worth a shot. It looked kinda uncomfortable for the guy. "What would you like to do?"

[zombles]

Ludwig couldn't help but laugh just a bit at the small wiggling body on the floor. "Only for a minute or two since you were too absorbed in thinking about food," he shook his head. "The dryer takes about an hour, so I was thinking I could make you lunch since you're 'starving'." He mumbled, watching Feliciano scoot over a bit and the other playing with his one sock with amusement. He bent downwards, holding out a hand to the other. "Come on, up. Do you want me to make you anything special..? You'll probably going to need to help me.. I'm not the best at cooking, I'm better at baking." Ludwig frowned a little bit, cocking his head towards the kitchen. Yes, he was only good at cooking German food, but pastries in general- he was great at baking them.

[vault]

"What, really?" Eyes sparkling in excitement, Feliciano peered up at Ludwig. "You want to make food?" Feli quickly scrambled up, grabbing the other man's hand for assistance."Of course I'll help. I love making food." Becoming very energetic very quickly—as was a specialty of his—Feliciano bounded towards the kitchen, dragging Ludwig along via their hands.

Looking around the very clean—intensely clean—kitchen, Feli pondered the suggestion. "I have no idea what I want, though." Curiously, he looked at Lud. "What do you usually make?" Eyes widening, he remembered Ludwig's last statement. "Wait, you like to bake? We could bake something!" Excited at the concept of baking—he hadn't made pastries or anything like that in forever—Feliciano grabbed the man's other hand too, waving them around in anticipation. He loved that Ludwig's hobbies corresponded neatly with his own.