ACCIDENT & EMERGENCY!
WHO: Ludwig and Gilbert.
WHEN: Monday evening. (June 28th)
WHERE: The long, awkward road to Florence Memorial Hospital.
WHAT: Half a bottle of little blue pills will do that to you.
He wasn't going to ask for the sweatpants back.
He wasn't going to ask for the sweatpants back.
Taking his eyes off the road for a split-second, he looked askance at his brother's face to make sure it hadn't changed colour and then... at his problem. It took all the willpower he had to not let go of the wheel and slap himself in the forehead with an exasperated sigh. Where Gilbert had found the, er, pills he hadn't the faintest, but the fact that he must have downed them like Skittles was what really baffled the German.
After a long, tense silence, he cleared his throat. "By the way, you can keep those."