Ludwig is too competitive for his own good.
Who: Ludwig Beilschmidt
What: FREAKING OUT. (Which never happens)
Where: The Beilschmidt house
When: June 13, late afternoon.
Why: Germany, with the second youngest team in the WC, PWNED Australia 4-0 in their opening match. Which means that Ludwig gets to let loose (for once) and brag about how Germans are NOT bad at football. (WARNING: He's had some beer. Not a lot, but...enough to make him a little crazy.)
[For once, the front door was left wide open. Inside is an unusual and rare sound --Ludwig laughing. Clutching a (crushed) can of (thankfully empty) beer in his left hand, the blond German was on his knees (rather like a pose from a football match where people throw themselves on to the grass and scream into the air) in front of his sofa. He's cheering loudly on the top of his lungs as he watched the German athletes run around in excitement on TV]
GILBERT!! VATI! GET DOWN HERE, YOU HAVE TO SEE!! MEINE GOTT, WE WON! WE WON BY A LANDSLIDE!
((ooc: Unless you're Ivan, he will be surprisingly gracious if you walk into his house unannounced. That doesn't mean you're welcomed to do it all the time though.)
What: FREAKING OUT. (Which never happens)
Where: The Beilschmidt house
When: June 13, late afternoon.
Why: Germany, with the second youngest team in the WC, PWNED Australia 4-0 in their opening match. Which means that Ludwig gets to let loose (for once) and brag about how Germans are NOT bad at football. (WARNING: He's had some beer. Not a lot, but...enough to make him a little crazy.)
[For once, the front door was left wide open. Inside is an unusual and rare sound --Ludwig laughing. Clutching a (crushed) can of (thankfully empty) beer in his left hand, the blond German was on his knees (rather like a pose from a football match where people throw themselves on to the grass and scream into the air) in front of his sofa. He's cheering loudly on the top of his lungs as he watched the German athletes run around in excitement on TV]
GILBERT!! VATI! GET DOWN HERE, YOU HAVE TO SEE!! MEINE GOTT, WE WON! WE WON BY A LANDSLIDE!
((ooc: Unless you're Ivan, he will be surprisingly gracious if you walk into his house unannounced. That doesn't mean you're welcomed to do it all the time though.)