... is not amused.

attacks his face...or well..sticks his tongue into the other's mouth.

makes a confused little sound, his eyes slowly drooping closed as he kissed the other back.

holds the other close, kissing him hungrily, hands slipping down to squeeze his ass.

gasps softly, finally pulling back a little to breathe. "... Well, hello to you as well."

steals another kiss. "I missed you..."

smiles. "It's your fault for leaving."

whines "I had stuff to do..."

chuckles. "I know, I know. It's alright."

hugs him tight. "Good."

- "I was thinking..."

....shit. "I'm sorry."

blinks. "... For what?"

doesn't know. But those words were followed up by 'I think we need a break' the last time. "Everything."

... confused. "... I was thinking that we needed to do something. Perhaps go out to the cinema?" O.o?

.... "Oh. That sounds good. Any movie in mind?" >>;;;;;;

hums. "I'm not sure. Sherlock Holmes, maybe?" Anything but those horrid horror films.

..."Holmes and that Watson guy are totally gay for each other.."

- "Even so, I do enjoy their work." And maybe he has a bit of a crush on Robert.

would probably be needlessly jealous if he knew that. "Do you have cookies and stuff you can sneak in? I'll bring the beer."

- "Don't bring beer. But yes, I do believe I have sugar cookies, I think. And I suppose we could just purchase soft drinks there, right?"

bringing beer. "Ja, that's true." Theatres were just so fuckin' expensive.

pay. If he has to. And he better not bring beer...

it'll be too dark for Roddy to see anyways. He'll pay for their date, Roddy's ridiculous. West won't even know his credit card is missing.

... says Ludwig is technically paying for their date then.

using the card, so he's paying for it.

that's Gilbert logic..

his logic is awesome.

rolls his eyes.

kisses his cheek. "Ready to go?"

nods. "Yes. If you are."

is! Almost... "Ja, grab the keys? Unless you want me to drive" He grinned at that, wondering how fast Roddy's car could go.

never let him drive his car. He goes to get his keys before leading the way outside.

pushes a few cans of beer in his pockets while Roddy goes to fetch the keys, before trailing behind him outside.

gets into the drivers seat before glancing towards Gilbert. "Before I unlock the door... Turn out your pockets."

almost gapes at him. "Why? Roddy, I'm not some 5 year old brat." Don't pout, don't pout, don't do it...pouts were guilty.

- "Turn out. Your. Pockets."

using all his self-control not to act childish about this whole thing. "Why? I didn't do anything!" It really isn't working...

- "You sound incredibly guilty." He arches an eyebrow. "Turn out your pockets or I will go on this date without you."

scowls softly "It's not a date if you go alone..." He pulls one can from his pocket, trying to hide the label. "See? It's cola..."

hums and unlocks the door. "Alright.. Come in."

shoves it back into his pocket, trying not to look victorious, and slides into the car. "What movie are we seeing?"

leans over to reach into Gilbert's pockets. He takes the can and looks it over. "Since when does the cola company produce beer?"

..."It's new. They just started like...yesterday." >>;;;;;