@atsidavimas continued from here (x)
He pours himself a glass, slumping into one of the saggy large chairs and downing it heavily. “Nein, arschloche, Ich mochte nicht alleine sein.” He finishes the rest if the glass, placing it down with a heavy thud, before reaching to pour a second. The dogs’ growling around him lessens, and he reaches a hand out to pet the nearest one, sighing in his attempts to bring it closer. “You can be mad at me if it makes you happy. I don’t really care. I don’t think you could make me feel any worse than I already do.” He drinks. "Although feel free to go ahead and take a shot.“
His eyes follow each and every of Tolys movements and whatever that is inside of them is hide to describe. Is it only annoyance? Or was it something that Gilbert only offered to those he considered to have reached the deepest bottom, no chance of returning - was it pity? Hard to tell indeed. His attention are back on his dogs, now trying to assure them that the man invading his and their space was not an enemy. “Bite me. You using German on my presence? Is it a signal that the seventh seal of the apocalypse has been broken?”
“Mad at you?” He scoffs and raises himself, dusting off the fur from his jeans. He gives one last look at Tolys. Kicking a-so-obvious-dead-dog was no fun. “I will send you the bill for the alcohol when you are sober enough to understand what you had consumed.”
