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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 4, 2010 0:53:54 GMT 8
Gilbert smirked, enjoying Arthur's reaction. The male was certainly fun to tease. "So what faction are you in, Arthur?" he asked as he leaned back, still emphasizing the other's name not only to tease him but also to get himself used to the name. 'Artie' seriously rolls off his tongue easier!
He blinked as Gilbird flew over to Arthur's desk, the little bird pacing on the table's surface and chirping as if to get the Brit's attention. His owner had to smile at that; Gilbird always loved to get affectionate with the people around him.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 4, 2010 1:14:40 GMT 8
Arthur certainly caught the others' smirk and frowned some. He hated when people teased him. He tried to stay polite, though. "I'm in Almatar, and you?" He looked at the Albino curiously. Gilbert didn't seem to be a person who would alos be in Almatar.
Just as the Albino, Arthur blinked too when Gilbert flew over to his desk and chirped. "Oh hello." He greeted the bird back and softly petted. Gilbird was really cute and rather soft. Arthur had a soft spot for animals.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 4, 2010 22:46:35 GMT 8
"Xipil," Gilbert declared proudly, signature grin on his face. "Where all the awesome people are." He never actually understood why the students were grouped into those factions, but he didn't really care since the other students in Xipil were pretty cool. Speaking of the others, he wondered when they were gonna get here.
Arthur seemed to like the little chick, and Gilbird certainly liked him back, what with how the bird was still chirping happily. And the resulting scene was damn cute, Gilbert thought. He had to hold back a very unmanly whimper at the sight of the Brit petting Gilbird.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 5, 2010 2:13:36 GMT 8
Arthur was a bit dissapointed that he wasn't in his faction, but he had somewhat expected that. He wondered when he would meet people from Almatar. Alfred was also in xipil. Why did everyone who seemed nice to be in there?
The Brit smiled lightly as the bird still cheered happily. He was so small and cute and his feathers were so soft. He looked up at the German. "Gilbird is really cute, for how long do you have him now?" He aske curiously, still smiling, completely out of character at the moment. It was because of the chick. He would lose his stuck up grumpy attitude around cute and soft things.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 9, 2010 21:26:25 GMT 8
The question was unexpected, but an almost fond smile immediately made its way to Gilbert's face as he thought on it, his gaze fixed on Gilbird who began to peck playfully at Arthur's fingers.
"I don't know, really," he answered honestly. "From what my friends said, this little guy's been using my head as a nest for a loooong time before I even realized he was there. Gott knows how he trained himself to not poop on my awesome hair.
"But anyway, then I thought: this birdie's gotta be awesome for even thinking of using my head for a mobile home, so what the hell--I'll keep him!" Though his thoughts at that time were more along the lines of 's-so...cute...and fuzzy...', but he wasn't going to tell anyone that.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 11, 2010 17:14:18 GMT 8
Arthur nodded as he listened to the others' story. He was a rather interesting person. Nice too. M-maybe they could become friends, Arthur wondered.
"H-how could you not have noticed a bir sitting on your head?" He asked wondering. Sure, Gilbird wasn't that big but you could feel him sitting on your head, right?
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 11, 2010 23:13:22 GMT 8
Gilbert raised a finger and opened his mouth to answer in a matter-of-fact way, but stopped when he realized that he actually didn't know how to respond to the question. How had Gilbird stayed on his head without him noticing? He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he began to contemplate Arthur's question.
And as if to disprove what the Brit was thinking, Gilbird flew back to his owner and perched on top of his head whilst the albino was deep in thought. The little bird even moved to settle himself probably, and Gilbert still wasn't aware of it.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 12, 2010 1:32:43 GMT 8
Arthur waited for Gilbert to reply. Though the Albino stayed silent, lost in thought. Though he got his answer as gilbird flew back to Gilbert's head and nesstled onto it.
He chuckled lightly. The scene was just too cute. "A-ah never mind." He said restroring himself and went back to what he was originally doing: getting his books out of his bag and putting them on his desk.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 12, 2010 18:45:06 GMT 8
Gilbert was snapped out of his musing, and he just watched as Arthur took out his books for a moment before shrugging. He then blinked, wondering where Gilbird went, before concluding that he was probably on his head again. Sneaky little bird, he thought fondly.
He turned his attention back to the Brit. "So, Artie," he began, forgetting about the other's dislike of the nickname. "I'm sure you're not one of those kids who spend all their time studying...or at least I hope you're not because that would be unawesome...but yeah, so whaddaya do out of class?"
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 14, 2010 1:50:18 GMT 8
Arthur frowned some but didn't comment on his nickname. He didn't feel like telling Gilbert not to call him Artie. He was actually one of those kids that studied a lot but he didn't want to admit that to Gilbert, he didn't want him to know that he was a bit friendless and lonely.
"O-of course not." He said but didn't face the Albino. "I just didn't look at the time, I thought I was late." He said, telling another lie.
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