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Earphones- Frying Pangle

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“You can tell a lot about a person by their iPod.” Elizaveta pipes mindlessly, apparently not paying attention to what she says. She twiddles with her scarf.

“Eh? Whaddya mean?” Gilbert glances over, genuinely confused. Every breath puffs a little cloud in the cold October air.

“Well, see, Roderich listens to classical music, so that says he’s traditional. Old school. Sophisticated. And his iPod is…” she glances uncertainly at said Austrian. “Slightly old. No offense, Roddy.”

“Yeah, right!” Gilbert snorts in laughter. “I bet it comes from, like, fifty years ago. Look at it! It’s huge! And… weird!” He points at the bulky music player.

Roderich pulls out an earphone and scowls defensively. “It’s slightly old because it was cheaper back then. And it’s not that old.”

“Shameless.” Elizaveta tuts. Roderich doesn’t even blush at his stingy comment.

Gilbert grins and sticks an earpod in his left ear, the one near Elizaveta. “How about me?”

She considers him. “You… you listen to a lot of rock and stuff like that. Anything with the word ‘awesome’, I think.” She laughs once. “That tells me you’re a loud, screechy kind of person. And you have iPod décor.” She points out.

Gilbert glances at his Gilbird sticker. Huh.

“What does that tell about me?”

“You care a lot about your bird.” She laughs again. “And you’re kinda cute when it comes to things like that. I think past that layer of egotistical annoyingness is an adorable yellow-bird-loving little boy.”

Gilbert blushes massively.

“Wh-wha? I’m awesome! None of that stuff!” He slouches and turns his head away.

The next few minutes are silence. Roderich nods to his music, completely indifferent, and Gilbert has a gloved hand over his mouth to try and stem the blush.

“Roddy, Roddy, lemme listen!” Elizaveta reaches intimately for the earpiece in Roderich’s left ear, the one farther away from her.

“Hah? Uh… okay.” Roderich unhooks the thing and presses it into her palm. She pushes it into her ear.

Annoyed, Gilbert turns back. She bobs gleefully to whatever tedious classical music is playing. It plays so softly Gilbert’s annoyance only builds.

“Here, listen to this.” He shoves something at her face. Surprised, she catches it. An earphone. She slides that in her ear as well as Roderich’s. Rock music blares into one ear so loudly she winces and drops the earpod. The classical music is almost drowned out.

“O-oooow! Gilbert!” She protests. “What the heck is that?”

“It’s awesome, that’s what it is.” He smirks as she rubs her ear with a mittened hand, her head cocked to one side.

“Volume is another thing.” She glares at Gilbert. “See, Roderich here is quiet and conservative. Whereas yoooooou…” She waves her hand accusingly at the pocket in his sweatshirt where his iPod is lodged. “You’re loud and you hurt my ears.”

“Ouch!” Gilbert whines. “That was mean!”

“Humph.” She mumbles.

“What about you, then?” Gilbert asks curiously.

“I have… I have… unique music.” She huffs defensively.

“Weird, that’s what you mean.” Roderich smiles slightly, face buried inside his scarf.

“It’s not weird !” She hisses. “You’re one to talk! You listen to death metal!”

Gilbert shakes his head and smirks. Even Roderich throws a piteous glance her way that clearly says, “It’s weird, alright.”

“No, it’s not weird! Listen to it!” She fumbles through her mittens with her own music player. A white, simple thing, elegant. She inserts earphones into both men’s free ears. “See?”

A slow, sad-ish tune plays. Everyone is tangled up in the wires of their earphones.

“The bands you like, I have never heard of in my life .” Roderich remarks, pulling it out of his ear with some difficulty.

“Yeah. Lizzie, you’ve got seriously messed-up music taste.” Gilbert yanks his out as well.

“You! You two just don’t have enough style! You’re the weird ones!” She bats at them defensively.

For a while, they settle into their music.

“Here ya go.” Gilbert shoves his earphone yet again at Elizaveta. She raises an eyebrow. “I got a song you might like.”

“OK…” She slides it in yet again. To her surprise, a catchy, quieter song drifts through. “Oh… That’s better. Thanks Gilly.”

Gilly blushes yet again. Roderich sniffles in the cold and she puts an arm on his.

Two wires connect her to the two men who love her, as different from each other as their music is.


EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA SAD THING!!! BEWARE!!!


Two years later, and Gilbert is now alone.

So Gilbert didn't go to their wedding after all.

Who would've thought Roderich would marry her?

He'd had no idea Roderich was interested in her.

Oh well.

A quieter, less loud and rock-themed song plays. He realizes it's the song he shared with Elizaveta.

He never told her his feelings, did he? That's... sad.

He lies on the kitchen floor, iPod in hand. Because of Elizaveta, he doesn't blare it anymore.

But he pushes the volume so loud that the music reverberates in his head.

He never normally pushes the volume up so loud...

But he does now.

So he can't hear himself crying...
I love the Frying Pangle. Wanted to make something like this... just imagine that! Kyah!

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DuchessGummybuns's avatar
y would you do dis????????? i thought you were nice