Ludwig looked at the list in his hand. What would it mean to "look good", anyway? Would it involve him wearing what he usually left aside for special occasions, or-
"Ciao, Ludwig!" He heard an all-too familiar voice, making him jump. Slowly turning towards the doorway of his bedroom, he was met with the sight of a hyper-active Italian.
NOT a good thing.
"Gilbert sent me to help you with the next thing on your list!" He chirped. Ludwig felt his headache coming back, stronger than ever.
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Ludwig winced, but he still remained silent. "The quieter I am, the less interruptions there will be, and the quicker this will be over," he thought. Yet, when the tailor jabbed him with yet another pin, he felt his anger slipping all the more.
"Feliciano...was a...tailored suit really necessary?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"But, Doitsu! You should see it! It will suit you so beautifully!" He replied, making Ludwig roll his eyes ever so slightly.
"I think this is..."Ludwig had to think up of the right word. "...overdressed." However, his Italian companion seemed to be shooting off directions in his native tongue at the tailor, who replied back with equal gusto. It often amazed Ludwig to see two Italians talk – did they communicate more with words, or with their hand gestures?
Before he could reach a satisfactory answer, however, Feliciano turned back towards him, smiling. "He says that they will be ready in three days."
"B-but…the signs and charts say that it would take at least a week!" Ludwig replied, but Feliciano just smiled in return.
Ludwig didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing.
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"This feels...strange." Was all Ludwig could reply, when Feliciano asked him how it looked. Of course, even he could understand that it looked good, yet it felt so...
"I never thought I'd see my little bruder grow up like this, Feli." Gilbert laughed, as he rested his arm on Feliciano's shoulder, who looked at the suit in a more-dazed-than-usual sort of manner.
"Halt die Klappe..." he muttered somewhat under his breath, yet loud enough for Gilbert to hear.
"Vee~ Fabio did a good job with the suit, no?"
"I did a good job raising my brother, didn't I?"
Ludwig decided that it'd be safer to just get back to adjusting his tie.
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Ludwig knew that [Name] would be visiting his place of work today – that is why he had gone the extra mile to dress well for her, but when she actually came, he felt rather nervous, all of a sudden.
"Hey, Ludwig!" She exclaimed, as she entered his office. He looked up, towards [Name] – wearing a simple sundress. He glanced out of the window quickly, and saw that the sun was indeed shining.
"So, Ludwig...I'd come to talk to you about an event...we're holding a charity ball, some friends and I - oh, don't worry! It isn't formal, or anything! It's just for SPCA, and if I remember right, we met at the pet store, right? So, I was wondering if you'd be there!" When he didn't reply, she continued. "Oh, you don't have to! I mean, I guess you're busy, and all, and-"
"I'll be there – when is it?" He replied, interrupting her.
"Oh...you will?" She beamed towards him. "Well, that's great, then! It's this Saturday, actually, at 5pm. Do you want me to mail to you the invite?"
"That would be nice." He replied with a small smile.
"Do you know what, Ludwig? I hadn't noticed it yet, but...grey really suits you!"
"Ah, danke..." Ludwig began, but [Name] kept on talking.
"It really suits your eye colour, I think! And...I don't know why, but you look...different today!" Ludwig opened his mouth to thank her more explicitly, but she still continued.
"Is it your suit? Oh, I don't mean that you don't look good other days, but you look really smart today and...I'm just going to leave now, okay?" And with a smile, she was gone, making sure to hide the blush that was creeping up her cheeks.
Ludwig still sat at his desk – not knowing whether [Name] had actually complimented him, or not
Step 2 - Look Good - achieved