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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 28, 2011 18:46:46 GMT
Ludwig was texting Gilbert as he travel to his newest student's house.
"It was surprising that I got an email from his father. He's good with art, but terrible in everything else from the email. He must be exaggerating a bit. Well, I'm in the area, I'll call you once I'm done Gilbert." He closed his phone as he looked around the area. There were many large houses here and he wasn't sure at which one his new student lived. He pulled the email back up on his phone and reread the address again. He looked up at the place and back down to his phone.
"Hm.. looks like this is the place." He walked up the path to the front door.
He shifted his bag he had with him. It held some books that should cover what the lessons are about, but it also held his lowlander clothes. He came straight here from another student from the lowlands. She's understanding her lessons so well that she might not need his help anymore.
He went through his checks to make sure he looked properly as a highlander. Buttons are buttoned, sleeves are straight, shirt tucked in, hair smoothed back and last, but not least he tighten the tie.
Contented that everything was set in order he rang the door bell not knowing that it soon it wouldn't matter as he waited to meet his new student.
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Post by northitaly on Mar 29, 2011 0:05:47 GMT
The last thing on Feliciano's mind were his studies. He was curled up in front of the television, buried in a pile of blankets and very nearly nodding off. This was how he spent his evenings at home - lazying around in his underwear while catching up on his favorite shows, falling asleep, getting up only to fix himself something to eat, and then repeating the process. It was a good system, except for the fact that his homework was completely neglected. Hell, the school would have kicked him out already if it weren't for the good publicity his artworks was pulling in. As such, Feliciano had no idea that his father had hired a tutor for him.
His ears perked at the sound of the door bell, and Feliciano briefly considered ignoring it and going back to sleep. He forced himself to get up, since it might be one of his father's clients, and Feliciano usually got an earful if he didn't let them in. Yawning loudly, he walked over to open the door, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. Well, at least he remembered to put on pants this time.
He opened the door slowly, rubbing his eyes before his vision focused. What he found very nearly made him want to duck for his blankets again. It was a stranger. A very tall, very blond, very intimidating looking stranger. "H-hi!" He said, opening the door a bit more. "Are you one of my father's clients? He's not here right now..."
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2011 2:13:30 GMT
Ludwig watched the door opening up slowly as he was expecting the father expect he saw a shorter teen in just his sweatpants. Forcing himself from looking at the half naked teen he focus on the hallway behind him.
"Ah Gute.. Um I mean hello. No I'm not a client...Um... I'm Feliciano's tutor."
'He looks familiar, but where...' Thought Ludwig then it clicked. The feature painting at the student exhibition. It was based on the Greek story of Icarus. In the painting the boy was tumbling down to his death. Wax was dripping towards the viewers and you could see the details of the broken wooden wings, but what made him remember was the tousled hair, scared look and body clothed in dirty garments. It had been his favorite painting, the subject captivating his heart.
Ludwig couldn't say for sure, but there was a definite resemblance to that painting and the boy standing before him. A slight blush crossed his cheeks as he suddenly put things together. He tried to keep his composure."Oh you, um look familiar? Did you model for A Father's Failing?"
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Post by northitaly on Mar 29, 2011 2:33:34 GMT
Feliciano's eyes widened. "Ehh?! I don't have a tutor! And how do you know my name?!" This time, his eyes were wide with fear. "If you want to steal my things, please just don't hurt me!" He put his hands up defensively, backing up into the living room. Given that his father hadn't told him that he now had a tutor, Feliciano was convinced that this intimidating man was going to break into his apartment.
He blinked, the surprise on his face now interest. "Well... no. I'm sorry. I know what you're talking about... I paint, but I've never modeled." His face suddenly lit up, and he flexed his right arm bicep dramatically. "Say, do you really think I could model?!" He had apparently forgotten about the whole 'he's going to break into my house' thing.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2011 2:55:32 GMT
He jumped when "Feliciano" panicked as Ludwig responded,
"Wait, wait I got the email that your dad sent to me."
He wanted to reaching in his bag for the conditionals, but paused when he heard that Feliciano paints.
"Wait... You paint? Are you the painter of that piece?"
He rolled his eyes as the other flexed yet there wasn't a difference from before as he finally pulled out the printed email and held it out.
"Here."
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Post by northitaly on Mar 29, 2011 3:13:33 GMT
Feliciano beamed. "Do you like it? It took me a month to get the shading on the wings correctly." The fact that a complete stranger had recognized one of his works made the boy extremely happy, until he leaned in to look at the sheet Ludwig was holding. Finally, it all clicked in his head. "Tutor?!" His eyes softened, obviously hurt that his father had so little faith in him. He just needed a little more time to finish his assignments, really! "But-but I don't need a tutor! Really! In fact, I was just about to finish my math!" Liar, liar, liar. ((  Hope Ludwig is a tough, demanding tutor! It's the only way to get this goofball to do anything. )) |
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2011 3:11:40 GMT
Ludwig raised an eyebrow at Feliciano's comment of not needing him. He forced himself not to smirk at this. He heard that comment from previous students he had and this is no different. Ludwig continue his calm voice as he said,
"Oh really? Then you don't mind if you show it to me or some of your other homework? You know as proof that you truly don't need a tutor."
Keeping his body relax he edged himself closer to the door just in case the other teen tries to close the door on him. Placing his shoe right next to the door frame. He didn't think he was that tall compare to Feliciano till he was looking down to those nervous eyes.
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Post by northitaly on Mar 30, 2011 9:44:05 GMT
And Feliciano didn't realize how scary Ludwig could be (even when he wasn't trying to be) until he met his eyes. He cringed when Ludwig asked him for his homework. There was no way he was going to get out of this now. His cheeks tinged pink, though whether it was from meeting Ludwig's eyes directly or embarrassment was unclear.
"Well, let me see if I can find it," he said, defeated. He began to move away, shoulders slumped. "Ah, sorry! Come in. Make yourself at home. Do you like gelato?"
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2011 4:04:56 GMT
Ludwig followed the other in the house as he smirked in triumphant. He popped his shoes off before continuing in further as he answered,
"No. I had something to eat before coming here." It was a lie of course since he was with another student before hand, but he doesn't want to get off track of why he was there. Ludwig couldn't help himself as his eyes wandered to the blankets and the blaring of the television.
He frown at this. It isn't a good sign as it was clearly tell showed Feliciano wasn't trying to work on anything. Ludwig sighed and followed after the other teen to where his abandon homework was kept.
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Post by northitaly on Apr 2, 2011 2:06:29 GMT
Feliciano made his way to the kitchen, retrieving two cups of gelato anyway. He came back into the living room and offering it to Ludwig, sticking a spoon into the gelato. He smiled warmly up at the blond. "Can I get you anything? A blanket? Some wine? Oh, do you want to play cards?! I'm not very good, but I could use the practice."
Feliciano smiled innocently, his intent to get Ludwig away from the subject of his homework not very subtle at all.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Apr 4, 2011 3:39:00 GMT
He waited for Feliciano who brought him the gelato even though he said no.
'Hm... and now for the words of distraction...' Thought Ludwig.
"Can I get you anything? A blanket? Some wine? Oh, do you want to play cards?! I'm not very good, but I could use the practice."
He question on the fact that both of them are underage and shouldn't even be drinking. He prepares to crush the hopes of escape of homework for the teen.
He really doesn't like being the bad guy, but the truth is that his teachers told him that he has to crack down because students will try every tactic in their arsenal to escape having a tutor. He smiled at Feliciano as he more stated than asked,
"So you where going to show me where your homework is to prove that you finished it right."
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Hope Ludwig is a tough, demanding tutor! It's the only way to get this goofball to do anything. ))