...You're not Feliciano... [ Gilbert ]

Having nothing better to do, Gilbert decided to cause trouble for the people in the patient's lounge. Unfortunately, the only person in the lounge was a rather disgruntled looking man pacing by a bag. Wasn't that the hospital's uniform? He wondered what an employee was doing, pacing so vigorously here, of all places. Not to mention, he was staring holes into the bag near him. It peaked Gilbert's curiosity, so he went over to bother his newest victim. "Are you trying to make a hole in the floor? Because if you are, I would suggest using like, a hammer or something."

((I'm sorry! This took so long, and it is so short, but I am stupid. QnQ ))

"Well, if you were planning on destroying the cafeteria in your hole making scheme, I wouldn't mind at all. The food there is crap," Gilbert replied, a smirk forming on his face. The cafeteria might have had good food every once in a while, but the amount of crap that it served was more than enough to make it a place of resentment for him.

So, since the other man didn't plan on ruining the cafeteria, it looked like Gilbert would have to add that to the list of pranks he had yet to execute. Oh, they wouldn't know what hit them. It wouldn't be anything drastic of course, he still wanted to eat, but by the time he was finished with them... he cackled mentally. It was going to be great.

Tuning back into the current situation, he gave the other man a calculating stare. He really looked familiar. Hadn't he seen this one before with Antonio? However, he looked like that Feliciano patient that his brother always talked about. Perhaps they were twins? "You know, you really look familiar," he said as he walked closer to the Italian, "Have I met you before?"

Thought it seemed like an impossibility, he was pretty sure he would remember meeting someone as grumpy looking as this man. Still, it didn't hurt to ask.

"Well at least you can avoid it," Gilbert said with a huff. He probably could have just asked Ludwig to bring him in something decent from time to time, but he didn't want to bother his sibling over something so trivial. Not to mention, it was still pretty awkward to ask his brother for things, they have been very close as children, but it had been quite a few years since they'd seen each other. Constantly asking for things was not the way that he wanted to remake his brother's impression of him.

The Italian was staring at him. It was a bit annoying, but he liked attention. More people should pay attention to him, he was important. Well, he did until the other rolled his eyes at him. What a jerk, he even claimed not to know him, but at least he said he would have remembered. Come to think about it, he was much more grumpy than Feliciano sounded and not a patient. Perhaps they were related? "Are you a Vargas then? Bruder told me Feliciano had a brother... You look like him,"