#paperworkanddogs

It's was Matthew's turn to do his lest favorite job, information booth. He had to sit all day, telling guests to stay on the trails, not to pet the bears, the only thing to keep him cool is a little battery operated fan. This is not what he wanted to do when I took a job at the national park, but it payed for his school.

She happily takes the beer and opens it up with ease before taking a drink. "A new place? What kind of new place?"

He reeks of the club and looks all the worse for wear. But at least he's not stumbling around. "I need to talk to you."

Rainer very calmly replies, "Is that the sort of example you would like to set for your little sister," gesturing to the dark haired girl of about ten watching him eat the onion with utter fascination in her wide, dark eyes. "It didn't hurt me at all when I popped you out, but that was because The Hell Bitch, God rest her soul, trampled you. You bit me after, do you remember? You used to be so cute..."

"Ludwig," her voice called out as she scurried to grab his attention. "Ciao chouchou~" she teased with a slight catching of her breath, as she placed her plate down to greet him. "I'm so happy to see that you've came! I was worried you wouldn't make it." She admitted as she pretended to wipe a tear from her cheek. "You look amazing, sharper than your usual sharp."

Resi leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and eyebrow arched as Ludwig meticulously arranged papers at the dining table like the fate of the world depended on perfect alignment. "You know," she drawled, a teasing lilt in her Bavarian accent, "for someone technically above me on paper, you sure do act like the little brother who needs reminding to eat." She tossed him a pretzel from the bag she'd brought in. "And before you scold me about protocol or punctuality or whatever else you're wound up about today—relax, Schatz, the world won't implode if you take five minutes to breathe." There was affection in her voice, buried beneath the usual spark of sass. She tilted her head, watching him. "Seriously though, wie geht’s wirklich, Ludwig?"

"My, my. Has someone lost his control over the family? It's not so easy to hold onto, is it? Especially when you hardly earn their respect in the first place."

I need you to make more friends. [but he put his sunglasses on which means he is ready to go lmao] Are the dogs matching? Or you are matching?