Ludwig sparkleparty Beilschmidt
Forum Replies Created
-
“Und you are a guest, a guest takes priority” he said firmly, he would not hear any protest.
-
“You shouldn’t be sleeping on ze floor, you can have my bed for tonight und I’ll sleep on ze floor” he told her as he stepped aside to let her in.
-
“You lost quite a bit of blood… but if you’re certain” Ludwig said as he looked at her doubtfully “Did you need me for somesing?”.
-
Ludwig looked up from his book when he heard the knock at the door. He marked his place then set it and his glasses down on the bedside table. He got up and walked over to the door, opening it and seeing kit “ah kit, shouldn’t you be resting?”.
-
He set his tie and gun holster on the side table by the bed and tucked his gun under the pillow. With nothing else to do he pulled out a book that he was currently reading and settled himself on his bed to continue reading it.
-
Ludwig grabbed his med kit and set it on the bed. He removed his jacket and shirt then went about pulling the bullet out of his arm. He cleaned the wound and sown it up, wrapping it with gauze. Once he it fixed up he pulled on a wife beater and gathered up the bloody clothes. He took them to the bathroom and set them in some water to soak; he’d fix the rips later.
-
Once in his room he started to unpack. The first suitcase is just as he packed it, everything neat, folded, and in place. When he opened the second case he stared at it for a few moments before letting out a stream of curses in German. When he finished cursing he pulled his phone out and called his brother. “Halloooo! Awesome spe-” Gilbert started to say but was cut off by his brother. “Was habe ich dir erzählt habe berühren meine Sachen! Mein Koffer war mit all den Dingen, die ich brauchte verpackt und Sie alle zu ersetzen hatte!” he yelled at him over the phone. (What have i told you about touching my things! My suitcase was packed with all the things i needed and you had to replace all of it!) “Whoa whoa vest chill! I saw all ze stuff you packed into your cases und you’ll never get any friends if your dressed like a stuffy businessman” Gilbert scoffed. “Damn it Gilbert! ze vay I dress is none of your business! You had better pack ze stuff I had packed into anozer bag so I can send for it or else” Ludwig growled as he glared at the wall. “Or vhat vest?” Gilbert cackled. “Or I’ll make sure no v’one sells you any beer for a year” Ludwig stated. “You vouldn’t!!!!” Gilbert shrieked. “Try me” Ludwig snapped “you’re on zin ice vis me right now, don’t push it”. With that he hung up and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off a headache.
-
“If you are certain you vill be alright; be sure to lie down, ze blood loss vill make you dizzy for a vhile until your blood replenishes itself, I’ll be in my room if you need me” He told her then walked out. He opened his own door and carried his cases inside.
-
“Don’t vorry, it’s not ze first time I have been shot at; vhen I get back to my room I’ll pull out ze bullet und patch it up, it vill be better by tomorrow” he informed her as he stared down at his coat with a sigh “mein coat on ze ozer hand… blood stains are a nightmare to get out”.
-
“Vhy vould I be scared off?” he asked, closing the box and standing up, holding a hand out to her.
-
“You have holes in you” he deadpanned, not stopping until he had them all sown shut. After that he put gauze on it and wrapped a bandage around her to hold them in place. “Zere” he said, packing all his stuff away.
-
“I’m not human” he mumbled as he took her shirt off and started to clean the wounds. Once they were clean he took out a needle and thread and started to stitch them closed.
-
Ludwig blushed when he realized he was going to have to take her shirt off to get to the wounds “Um.. I’m going to have to take your shirt off….”.
-
“I have medical knowledge as vell as a med kit in my suit case” Ludwig told her, hurrying out to his suit case and grabbing his medical kit out of it then running back to her.
-
Ludwig backed out of Takra’s way, placing his hand over the shot wound to staunch the bleeding while the saiyan took care of the last guy. “Zis vas my best coat” he sighed as he mumbled under his breath, glaring down at the blood stain. “Oh um it vill heal on it’s own, you don’t have too” he told her.