Suspended. And under house arrest.
Who: Gilbert Beilschmidt
What: Bored out of his mind.
Where: At home. Yes, the Beilschmidt House. XD
Why: He's been suspended for five school days due to that fight with Ivan. He's got no access to TV, his cellphone, or his computer. And his friends aren't allowed to visit. But they're perfectly welcome to sneak in and entertain him. XD Oh and he's supposed to be recuperating due to his injuries. Whutever.
When: Daytime.
[He's bored. BORED. BORED OUT OF HIS FUCKING MIND. It's bad enough that he's not allowed any means of entertaining himself (his iPod could only do so much), but now he's got nothing to do. Not even homework. GASP! Gilbert wishing for homework??]
[Vati and Ludwig haven't been appreciative of the other ways he's tried to entertain himself. Apparently yelling "HEEEEEEEELP! THEY'RE NOT FEEDING MEEEE!" out the window is only entertaining for him and doing an experiment on which kind of paper burns faster (Ludwig has five types in his desk, the girl...And it was for SCIENCE!) is just a NO. They won't let him sing ("Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier!! ...Everyone follow me! Always so awesome! Draw a circle there's a little bird, out of nowhere a little bird!!!") or play his drums either, the stiffs. So now he's stuck lying down on his bed and staring at the ceiling of his room, mindlessly eating a slice of Mutti's black forest cake that he placed on a plate over his stomach]
...
[God...]
Ceiling. Fucking do something interesting, goddammit...
What: Bored out of his mind.
Where: At home. Yes, the Beilschmidt House. XD
Why: He's been suspended for five school days due to that fight with Ivan. He's got no access to TV, his cellphone, or his computer. And his friends aren't allowed to visit. But they're perfectly welcome to sneak in and entertain him. XD Oh and he's supposed to be recuperating due to his injuries. Whutever.
When: Daytime.
[He's bored. BORED. BORED OUT OF HIS FUCKING MIND. It's bad enough that he's not allowed any means of entertaining himself (his iPod could only do so much), but now he's got nothing to do. Not even homework. GASP! Gilbert wishing for homework??]
[Vati and Ludwig haven't been appreciative of the other ways he's tried to entertain himself. Apparently yelling "HEEEEEEEELP! THEY'RE NOT FEEDING MEEEE!" out the window is only entertaining for him and doing an experiment on which kind of paper burns faster (Ludwig has five types in his desk, the girl...And it was for SCIENCE!) is just a NO. They won't let him sing ("Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier!! ...Everyone follow me! Always so awesome! Draw a circle there's a little bird, out of nowhere a little bird!!!") or play his drums either, the stiffs. So now he's stuck lying down on his bed and staring at the ceiling of his room, mindlessly eating a slice of Mutti's black forest cake that he placed on a plate over his stomach]
...
[God...]
Ceiling. Fucking do something interesting, goddammit...