“Well whatever. You’ll be alright one way or another.”

     Of course Jacques didn’t believe that at all, he had to disappear at some point. But he wasn’t about to say anything like that to his face. After all, he spoke to Gilbert’s counterpart normally, never saying a word about his dissolved nation. And Gilbert was the one who brought it up in the end. Jacques didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘careful’ in the sense that up until this point he was incredibly reckless. He didn’t care much for himself, but he had people that depended on him now. Now he was careful.

     “Maybe we should talk about a different subject.”

“I second that suggestion.”     His tone was a little dry when he spoke, shifting his weight slightly. The albino was known to dig holes for himself when it came to interacting with people, sometimes; and he was thankful for the ‘lifeline’ of sorts that was being tossed to him to bring him out of the one he dug with mentioning his abolishment.    “.. Anythin’ specific t’ talk about?”

A half an hour after, and Peter was tying the boat to a metal loop connected to one of the pillars of the fort. He tugged roughly, checking to be certain that the boat couldn’t float away. Gilbert needed a way to get home, after all. Now, the real issue would be getting up. The crane wasn’t let down, so that didn’t seem a viable option. However, there was a ladder. Climbing it bare-handed wouldn’t be much fun, though, seeing as there was a thick, abrasive layer of salt crystals and rust.

“So, you wouldn’t by any chance have gloves, would you?” It wasn’t impossible to climb, but it wouldn’t exactly be comfortable.

Gilbert wasn't entirely fond of the ocean when he was on small boats; but he managed to keep himself from changing his mind about coming out to the Fort -- which was probably a good thing, he figured; watching as Peter tied the boat to the fort. Standing up carefully, the albino paused when he wobbled slightly, blinking and glancing down at the blond.

"Gloves? I don't think I do. I mean -- they're probably back at.. Home," He frowns a little. He was fairly certain most of his gloves resided in the Canadian's house. "But, I mean -- it should be fine without them. Right?"

Maid AU || Closed RP {the--birdprince}

Guew chuckled softly.

“Yes, food. And it’s late morning but it’s okay. You’re schedule for today isn’t so built up and doesn’t actually start until late afternoon so you can rest more if you desire so…I’m sure any of your paperwork can be put off for a couple more hours,” she tells him as she poured a cup of coffee.

The aroma of almond and vanilla filled the air as she poured and stirred the delicious coffee.

Blinking tiredly, the German watched her silently with a bleary expression on his face. The aroma that filled the air had definitely caught his interest; a small, quiet hum slipping past his lips before he covers them to yawn.

"Mm -- 'till my vision decides t' work properly it'll need to be," He mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with a quiet sigh. Gilbert's eyesight was already somewhat bad due to his albinoism, but it was worse when he wakes up, ".. What kinda food is it?"

           {sometimes}               i know

                          that i

           s i m p l y

                                     don’t          belong

Maddie let out a small giggle, looking at menu “Don’t worry Gil, I’m not picky.” She said to him, smiling warmly “Besides, this place looks like it has some yummy food.” Maddie hummed softly as she looked at the menu.

She glanced up at Gilbert over the menu, feeling her curiosity getting the better of her. “So, I haven’t heard any news from the Blonde thief lately, has she just jumped off the face of the earth since that museum heist, never to be seen from again? Cause that was getting to be a pretty interesting story.” Maddie said as she turned the pages over in the menu “I was taking to a client a few days after the second robbery call me up, he wanted picture taken of the places were she stole from. Issue is though most of them don’t allow flash photography inside, however the man was very persistent and said he would get back to me for details on it, I ended up starting collecting articles on her just so I had a record on where she has been. She jumps around a lot that woman” Maddie muttered softly under her breath “I might have to throw away the articles though cause I haven’t heard from the guy in a few weeks.”

This was only half true. She did have a client interested in having photos taken of the places were The thief had stolen items, however the articles were for Maddie’s own collection… She couldn’t help it, it was almost a compulsion, a need to have a record that it actually happened.

"It does." Gilbert grinned crookedly  her; then tilted his head at her questions. Surely if she was the Blonde Thief or connected to her she would know of her movements --? Unless she was waiting to see what he would say. And if she was, then he would humour her, he supposed.

"Nah, she's.. Around," He replied rather vaguely, eyes drifting to look down at the menu and his voice taking on a casual tone, "bein' helpful, for once. I guess I shouldn't be tellin' you that. Since you're, y'know, a civilian und all -- but, 's not as if it'll hurt t' tell you." Probably because she would know, anyway. He chewed on the inside of his cheek when she mentioned the articles -- fingers itching to pull his phone out and check the pictures he had taken. Gilbert had a feeling she was lying to him, in a way -- but perhaps that was just his police instincts.

"Maybe the guy decided t' change his mind about them?" He shrugs, "Could always try contactin' him."

      “No, he really is! He’s just one of those weird genius people. I don’t really get why he acts so scared all the time…” Bushy brows furrowed slightly. “And why would he not like you? You’re cool, and so is he – in his own way – so it should work!” They were his friends, and that meant they had to be close, too, right? They couldn’t just dislike each other if Peter was going to spend time with them both.

        “Anyways, we should get going, yeah? The sooner we leave shore, the sooner I can show you my home!” There was always something bittersweet about sailing to Sealand. Watching as the docks and all of its people faded into the horizon made the boy feel, well, pretty lonely. This time would be different, though. This time, he’d have company. The boy took Gilbert’s hand without thinking.

"I believe you, kleiner," Gilbert squeezed the boys hand when it slipped into his own; smiling crookedly at him. "'m sure he's pretty cool. We'll just have t' see what happens, ja? I mean, I'm pretty sure we can put aside our, uh.. Differences und get along for a while for you." Or Gilbert would try his best to, anyway. He didn't really aim to impress anyone with who he was -- and he certainly wasn't changing any time soon to make someone like him.

"Ja, ja. Just let me go und rent the boat, alright? Then we can set off und have an awesome adventure on your Fort."

Maid AU || Closed RP {the--birdprince}

Guew returned the next morning for her daily work and quickly began preparing breakfast for the master, but when he didn’t show, she had no other choice but to take his breakfast up to his room.

Now standing before his door with a tray of food, she lightly knocks onto it before excusing herself as she entered.

She sets the the breakfast down and goes over to the lump.

“Master? It’s time to wake up and eat,” she told him softly.

There was a muffled grunt from somewhere within the lump; a head of white hair poking out after a few minutes with pink eyes blinking tiredly, squinting at the woman with blurred vision.

“Food?” He mumbles, German accent thick on his tongue as he slowly pushes himself to sit up properly, revealing his bare chest. “Christ. What times it?”

Private RP with the--birdprince

Maddie gave a soft smile “…Well, that sounds like me roughly. I don’t have much time for much else beside work. When I’m not at the police station, I’m at home working on reports and cases. I do have to leave some time though to walk Kumajiro. Once in a blue moon I am able to go out with my friends, however those are far and inbetween, and something always happens so that I am not able to stay the whole night…” Maddie said, muttering the last part under her breath. 

Her friend Amelia hadn’t been thrilled when Maddie had to leave early last night for work, and was even more distressed when she learned what had happened to Maddie, giving her an ear full on how she ‘needed to be more careful’ and to ‘Stop trying to always be the hero’. Maddie rolled her eyes “Mostly I am just happy to sit down and do some reading at home.”

Gilbert shrugged slightly, scratching at his throat lazily as he eyed the blonde. He had a feeling she was still bitter about being called away last night. Not that he could blame her -- she had looked very dolled up when he had seen her in the dark office before he swiped her legs out from under her. Also before he kissed her cheek to distract her in case the leg swiping didn't work, but that wasn't important -- yet.

"I guess readin' keeps the brain active," He finally responded, bobbing his head, "und you kinda need that bein' a cop und all. But, I mean, havin' nights out with friends is always a good thing -- who knows, maybe you'll be able to if the Thief does take a break."

“Just ‘cause they’re human doesn’t mean they get a free pass to be fuckin’ assholes,” Kyle responded. He wanted to know just how bad his lip looked now, but he couldn’t feel his face with Gilbert around, and he didn’t want to appear concerned about the state of his wounds. He liked acting tough, and if that meant not exactly getting a good view of the damage on his face, so be it.

The micronation sighed and slumped over where he sat. “He deserved to get the shit beat outta him, so I…I obliged.”

“'nd just because you’re a micronation doesn’t mean you get a free pass t’ hittin’ other people for bein’ assholes,” Gilbert’s tone was almost mocking as he sing-songed the sentence; brows arching and a playful smile on his face as he looked over at Kyle. Sure, the albino had no right to be saying stuff like that considering he would probably hit someone as well, but he wasn’t a nation anymore. He got a free pass. Kind of.

He did nod solemnly when Kyle slumped over, a small pout on his face. “Ohh, poor baby. I’m sure you did. Taught them a great lesson.”

         ❝ Do you believe it is difficult  for me                  to perhaps take care of a bird while                  keeping a cat and rabbit as a pet…

                                                                  –as well? ❞

"-- It might be? I mean, I guess it depends on if y' think the cat might eat the bird, since, y'know, predator und all -- but maybe on the size of the bird, too."