Atypical Friday Night [Matthew]

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Matthew had just remained quiet, nodding his head occasionally, while Gilbert spoke about his childhood. Before they had both shared their life stories but with whiskey in your system, everything got an extra layer of depth and understanding. When Matt was a kid, he was always being picked on for being skinny and wearing glasses and for being the smart kid in class, and it didn't help that his younger brother was the one usually sticking up for him. Gaining his powers has since given Matt a huge shove of confidence and sense of self-awareness because knowing you could turn into a ginormous bear was a comfort against bullies.

After Matt admitted to Gil about how highly he thought of him, the blond had to chuckle when Gil's expression was of pure surprise and frankly, it made him look adorable.

"You aren't half bad, yourself. Outta all the guys at this school, I'm glad I got to be your roommate."

Now it was Matt's turn to look surprised, his violet eyes went wide and his face went red and his smile turned small and soft. Averting his gaze away to find the candle very fascinating, Matt just sat there, fidgeting his toes, grinning like a sheepish fool. The first day Matt met Gilbert, his first impression of the albino was, 'Man, this guy is way too cool...' and he felt like an awkward geek around the German. However, as it turns out, the roommates had hit it off fine and Mat was even helping Gilbert improve his marks and had gotten the guy into hockey, which was a saving grace for Matt's sanity. Even now, sitting in their dark room while the storm rage outside, drunk, Matt still help Gilbert in high regards, a figure of cool, but the German had a sweetness to him that was making Matt smile.

"Thanks," was all the Canadian boy cold mutter as he reached over and patted Gil's arm before opening his hand to be handed the emptying bottle. Biting his lip, trying to think of what to say, Matt chuckled lightly before he said, "You know the main reason I dislike coming to America? The Canadian stereotypes... I have American family and every time we visit them, they ask stupid questions..." taking a swig as he scoffed, yes Matthew scoffed, he licked his lips and grinned, smirking over at Gilbert, "Though my favourite is being asked if Canadians have pet polar bears. Though now, I guess I can tell them that I am the family's pet polar bear". 


It took a moment for Matt to realize what he had said, before he burst out laughing, so hard he quickly gave Gil the bottle so he could topple over against the German's shoulder and laugh properly.

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

"You know the main reason I dislike coming to America? The Canadian stereotypes... I have American family and every time we visit them, they ask stupid questions..."

"You think the Canadian stereotypes are bad? Heh, you oughta hear the questions that get thrown at West 'n' I." Gilbert looked both disgusted and ashamed as he thought of some of the many Nazi-related queries and accusations that had been thrown in their faces on different occasions. Certainly, some of their relatives had served in the military during that unfortunate time, there was no escaping the facts. Gilbert had no delusions of the time of the Third Reich - he had had the entire period drilled into him in school. However, he was so tired of being labelled a Nazi or something similar that he couldn't help thinking that if he heard the word again that he'd put a fist in that person's face.

"Though my favourite is being asked if Canadian have pet polar bears. Though now, i guess I can tell them that I am the family's pet polar bear."

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh at that. It was nice to have Matthew here - he tended to get rather moody when he drank, but it was hard to maintain a bad mood when the Canadian was laughing as hard as he was, leaned up against Gilbert with his damp hair leaving a wet spot on the German's shoulder. 

Taking the bottle back from him, the albino couldn't help but snicker along with him. He also couldn't help but notice that Matthew smelled fantastic. Sort of sweet and enticing... a scent he couldn't quite place, but one that made him unintentionally move closer to more carefully examine.

The next thing he knew, his nose was pressed gently to Matthew's neck and he could feel the other's warmth radiating off of his soft skin. Swallowing thickly, Gilbert realized he could feel the flutter of a pulse against his lips.

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As Matthew's laughter faded into a series of giggles, the boy's head began to swim from his giddiness and his head lolled a bit upon Gil's shoulder, which actually was rather comfy. Matt hadn't drank much in the past, definitely not straight shooting whiskey, and if he had considered that it had been a while since he'd eaten, perhaps Matt would have given this drinking expedition a second thought because the Canadian was officially drunk.

Chuckling lightly, his eyes half closed, it took Matt a couple of seconds to release that there was something upon his neck, something warm, and soft. Chuckling a raising his head to half linden, goofy smile at Gil, Matt rubbed that back of his neck as a blush developed in his cheeks and he said with a slur, "Hey! What'cha doing? I'm ticklish, y'know? Mon dieu..."

Biting his lower lip and gazing at Gil, Matt's heart raced and there was a moment where he held his breath and... "We should do something! he exclaimed suddenly, catching himself from leaning forwards towards Gil by flopping sideways back onto his forearms, head tilted back so his damp, golden hair fanned down upon the bed covers. "What should we do, eh? I m-must admit that I have a sudden urge to go polar...Oh god! Can you imagine if I transformed in here?" Bursting into laughter again, he looked up at Gil from over his glasses, a smirk upon his lips.

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

For an odd moment, Gilbert was both hyper aware of his position and proximity to his roommate. He could smell that warm, Matthew-y scent with his nose pressed up against the other's pale neck and he could feel his laughter as it bounced up his throat. Without thinking, he pursed his lips, pressing what could almost be called a kiss to that slender neck. 

"Hey! What'cha doing? I'm ticklish, y'know? Mon dieu..."

They made eye contact and Gilbert forgot how to breathe. The German opened his mouth hastily to explain himself as Matthew moved away, but he forgot as he watched the Canadian sprawl himself carelessly across the bed.

"We should do something!"

Wetting his lips, the albino saw the way that Matthew was peering up at him, his flaxen hair still somewhat damp and curly as it fanned out around his head like some odd, tangled halo.

"What should we do, eh?"

His roommate was definitely not supposed to be this attractive... and just what sorts of activities was he trying to suggest?? Gilbert was straight! D-definitely straight! And definitely not thinking about how soft Matthew's lips looked or how attractive the dim glow of the candle made him. No way!

He quickly more whiskey that he ought to have before setting the bottle down on the bedside table with a low thunk.

"I m-must admit that I have a sudden urge to go polar...Oh god! Can you imagine if I transformed in here?"

Gilbert almost breathed out a sigh of absolute relief... or was it one of disappointment? It was hard to say at this point... it was hard to say when Matthew was smiling up at him like that.

Then the idea of Matthew stumbling around as a polar bear down the school corridors occurred to him and he couldn't hold back a bark of laughter.

"You gotta do it!" he said, holding his stomach as he doubled over laughing. "We oughta go around the dorms 'n'... 'n' I'll ride on your back!"

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Now that he had said it aloud, within his chest Matt could feel his other nature, his inner polar bear, toss and turn and even as he lounged there staring up at Gil, smirking, he absently began to rub his chest. While it was true that smoking pot helped settle Matt's nerves, calm him down, this preventing any sudden transformations roused by his emotions, this was the first time he had been drunk since his powers developed and it would appear that alcohol did the opposite, that it was taking advantage of the Canadian's lowered and dulled barriers and his inner beast wanted out.

Not that Matthew was thinking about this at the moment, but was rather fascinated by Gilbert laughing that he mixed in with his own.

"You gotta do it! We oughta go around the dorms 'n'... 'n' I'll ride on your back!"

"You think, eh? Man... Transforming the in dorms..." Fading off on that thought, there was a small red flag wavering in his head that transforming indoors, let alone in his dorms, was a bad decision.

"Ride me? Huh... I've never been ridden before..." and just like that, the red flag was forgotten as Matt's thoughts juggled that image and he chuckled, "Not even by Alfred".

Sitting up and glancing at the window, the blond boy continued to rub his chest which turned into him tugging at his shirt; damn it was getting hot in their room. With the power out, the AC was off, and this damn island was too hot at the best of times, never mind during a storm that whipped up the humidity. So, either way, removing clothing sounded nice because the Canadian was beginning to get sweaty.

"Let's do it!" he exclaimed, jumping up and ripping off his shirt, a big grin in his face, but standing up so quickly was so not a good idea and pretty soon he was stumbling and rumbled back onto the bed and onto Gil's legs. "Merde..." He cursed lightly, shaking his head to clear the stars from his eyes.

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

"Ride me? Huh... I've never been ridden before... Not even by Alfred."

"Never been ridden before, huh?" Gilbert teased him, unable to stop staring at Matthew as he rubbed his chest. What exactly what he talking about? Did he know what he was doing?? However, the more he did so, the more the glint in his eyes seemed to grow. The Canadian seemed to become more forward as he did, his usual, cautious demeanor falling away for something of a fiercer nature.

"Let's do it!" When Matthew stood up to tear off his shirt, though, the albino's mouth feel open. What the hell was happening?! Or, an even better question, why the hell couldn't he stop staring?!

"W-wait, what the hell are you doing? Keep your damned clothes on-!"

As Gilbert started to stand, his roommate stumbled and pushed him back onto the bed by landing on his lap. Groaning out a French expletive, the blonde shook his head and blinked to find Gilbert's face uncomfortably close. Gilbert hadn't realized he was moving in that close until it was too late and they were practically breathing the same air.

The confusion and lingering laughter in Matthew's violet eyes were making the older boy's stomach do all sorts of acrobatic maneuvers. He couldn't breathe.

"Careful," he whispered, feeling Matthew's bare skin against his fingers as he tried to help him up. Wait... was he helping him up or holding him down? Damn... how had he never noticed how thick his roommate's eyelashes were? Or how sweet his lips looked? Or...

Gilbert froze. He was so close to Matthew that he could feel the other's exhales on his face. The Canadian's hand was still rubbing clumsy circles on his bared chest.

"What the hell'm I doing?" gasped the albino without moving an inch.

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"Careful..."

Gilbert's tone roused Matt to lift his head and submissively allowed the other to help him, or whatever he was doing, while his vision cleared and the wave of dizziness subsided. Looking aside at Gil, Matt opened his mouth to apologize or laugh or something, but paused when he found himself remarkably close to his roommate's face. Blinking in surprise, Matt momentarily paused in his absent-minded rubbing over the ache in his chest of his restless powers to look at Gil.

"What the hell'm I doing?"

Blinking once, Matt's eyes went wide and bright and frantically he stood and backed away to topple upon the German's bed with a thunk as he sat down roughly. Hands up, face red, and nervousness having touched his smile, Matthew chuckled awkwardly and blabbered out, "I'm sorry!
My bad! I usually don't drink and even when I don't, I'm usually still clumsy!"

Laughing it off on the outside, Matt was mentally, drunkenly kicking himself on the inside because he knew that he had crossed a line. Gilbert likes girls, he knew that because, how could he not see or know about the stack of dirty mags of the German's collection? Matt, yeah he likes girls too, but he also likes boys, probably more than girls, but never did he want to make his roommate uncomfortable by that. Still, even with that all said and done, he has to admit that he did find Gilbert attractive, and he was nice and was good company, and alcohol only made sitting next to him even more nice, but Matt knew that Gil likes girls which made this even more awkward because, to Matt's inner horror, he had slightly been flirting. Damn whiskey...

His blush didn't fade when he realized what Gilbert had said about his clothing and averting his gaze, the Canadian took his shirt to subtly cover his chest as he resumed thumbing the spot on his torso where the pressure was worst. His bear nature really wanted to be unleashed, but this bout of embarrassment was slightly clearing his head enough to realize that perhaps gallivanting around his dorm as a polar bear wasn't the best idea.

Chuckling awkwardly, Matt mumbled out lightly to try and ease the awkwardness of his fumble, "Well, to transform I can't be wearing clothing or else, you know... I'll destroy them". Smiling shyly at Gil, he continued, "Didn't I tell you that? I'm sorry..."

Shrugging, Matt's high and energy seemed to shrink with his intense blush and he just sat there, unsteadily wavering, and turned his gaze to the candle. However, his embarrassment was only encouraging the ache in his chest to the point that it was near unbearable, no pun intended.

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

"I'm sorry! My bad! I usually don't drink and even when I don't, I'm usually still clumsy!"

Gilbert blinked at how hastily the other had put distance between them. For a moment, he thought he had seen something welcoming in Matthew's eyes, but now he wasn't sure at all. His hands clenched emptily. What the hell was he thinking, anyway? He wasn't really that drunk, was he? ... Or was he drunk at all?

"Heh, I haven't seen a drinker as bad as you in ages," he teased to cover his own embarrassment. "But hey, don't worry 'bout it! I mean, it's sorta cu-"

He cut off sharply and reached for the bottle, swallowing the whiskey and his own words with a sort of desperation. Oh God, what was he saying??

Matthew had hesitated, hiding behind his shirt as he explained himself to Gilbert. Something about his transformation destroying his clothes or something... it all sounded like babbled nonsense to Gilbert who was entirely preoccupied looking at Matthew's shy smile. While it seemed as though his bashfulness was winning out to color his actions, the Canadian was giving such a coy look that his roommate felt as though he must be imagining it. Surely the look he was being given was just Gilbert's runaway imagination and it wasn't that Matthew was being flirtatious and doing a damned fine job of it... r-right?

The quiet boy's embarrassment seemed to be rising, his blushing and awkward fidgeting were driving Gilbert insane. He wanted to just hug the hell out of him! He was so cute... cute like a little bird~

And without a second thought, Gilbert had half thrown himself across the room, arms around Matthew's waist as he embraced him, burying his face back into his neck. Then a second thought occurred to him... what if Matthew wasn't flirting at all? Aw shit... aw fuck, now how was he supposed to explain himself?

Looking up into Matthew's confused and stunned eyes, Gilbert managed to mumble out, "You're the cutest damned thing, y'know that?" before leaning in and just kissing the other boy. Oops. Damn it.

He tasted like maple, and his lips were soft and warm and holy shit, what the hell was Gilbert doing!??!

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The heat of Matthew's blush was making his head swim again and gosh it was hot in the room which didn't help his cause whatsoever. Feeling like a drunken, shy wreck, the blond blinked slowly at the candle before he dared to glanced back at Gilbert, who said that he was okay even after Matt landed in him and he even had made fun of Matt and his low tolerance. Giving the other boy a half smile, Matt sighed, puffing out his cheeks, and his frazzled mind was beginning to consider how much a joint would mellow him out right now, maybe even enough to settle his bear down.

Beginning to stand to go and do just that, Matt was slow to react when Gilbert suddenly jumped up and bolted for him. The Canadian had the second to suck in his breath and brace himself, but was too drunk to dodge, because before he knew it the German albino had lifted him up and was... hugging him?

Matt's one hand, still clenching his shirt, came to rest upon Gilbert's broad shoulder while his other was pinned by the German's strong grip. His eyes were wide, his breath was forgotten about in his chest, and Matthew didn't know what to do, or say, or... anything. The world seemed to have gotten really slow and all Matt could really comprehend was his heart thundering in his ears and the fact that Gilbert was holding him so tight, the white-haired boy's breath upon his neck. The way Gil was holding him made Matt feel light as a feather, which sounds really girly and Gil really wasn't that much taller than him, so it must've been the alcohol messing with his thinking.

"G-Gilbert?" the blond stammered in a whisper, swallowing loudly, in total disbelief.

"You're the cutest damned thing, y'know that?"

Blinking was Matt's only reply, blinking in stunned disbelief and his lower lip slowly lowered. Then, Gilbert kissed him. Yes, to repeat that, Gilbert kissed Matthew. The German's lips came in hurry, urgent, perhaps even desperate? Now, normally at this point, Matthew probably would have either frozen in shock or freaked out, or both and turn into a polar bear.

Now, however, Matt was drunk, Gilbert was drink, maybe Matt had already passed out and this was all a dream, so... Matt kissed back. The normally shy, dorky, Canadian boy kissed his roommate back for a good moment before he pulled back, eyes dreamy, face flushed, seeing stars, before he muttered with a slur, "Now that is some fine whiskey..."

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

Gilbert wasn't exactly a great kisser, but the emotions and alcohol were sweeping away his inhibitions and hesitation. With his hands awkwardly carding through the other's damp hair, he attempted to deepen the contact, kissing him hungrily and sloppily. It felt so good to be swept up in this, to let himself give in to the dangerous tangle of feeling and hormones that was burning in the pit of his belly.

As they separated, breathing heavily as their noses brushed innocently and their eyelashes fluttered against the others' cheeks.

"Now that is some fine whiskey..." Matthew slurred quietly.

Gilbert chuckled, then seemed to sort of realize what he was doing. Eyes widening, he struggled with himself - half of him wanted to kiss the boy again, pressed up against him and letting loose all these wild emotions he didn't realize he had until just now. The other half of him wanted to bolt right now and throw himself out the second story window. What was he doing? Why couldn't he bring himself to pull away?

"You're... fine," he replied awkwardly instead, still so close that he could smell the maple whiskey on Matthew's breath. Oh God, what the hell was he thinking? What the hell was he doing? He liked women, he liked tits, he liked... Matthew. Oh hell, he really liked Matthew. 

It's the alcohol, he thought even as his hand had found its way to his roommate's stroking the back of it gently with his thumb. You're drunk and irrational. And prolly a little desperate. Hell, prolly a lot desperate. Yeah... you're desperate and he's here and you're here and you've definitely never though he was hot before... not even that time you thought he had a really great ass for a guy. Or that time you wanted to cuddle with him while he was napping. Or how you watch him when his glasses are crooked and he's so focused on studying and you can't hear a word he says 'cuz you're looking at h- fuck it. Fuck it. You're totally into him.

"This is... ridiculous," Gilbert muttered, trying to laugh it off. "What're we doing? Do you... I mean, hell... d'you even like guys? What the hell...?"

He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief and fear. What if this was all just a fluke? What if this just... what if this was all just a drunken moment of idiocy for Matthew, but Gilbert... did he like him??

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"You're... fine”.

Swallowing hard, Matt flashed an unsure smile as his face brightened to a bright red in the candlelit darkness. He had no idea how or what he was supposed to reply with because, as of now, he was currently being held up by his German roommate whom he had just kissed, or made out with, or… they were also both drunk. Only able to frantically blink, his heart hammering a mile a minute and he was finding it hard to breath, on account that the room was hot and Gilbert had a really tight grip, Matt idly licked his lips and faintly nodded.

Hell no he was fine, if anything he was silently freaking out.

Shiver ran through his body and he bit his lower lip when he felt Gil’s thumb against his bare back and as much as his intoxicated mind just wanted to kiss the guy again and have no worries, Matt couldn’t help was feel his expression turn from shy, delight, to unsure confusion and apparently, Gilbert was having similar thoughts.

"This is... ridiculous. What're we doing? Do you... I mean, hell... d'you even like guys? What the hell...?"

“Well, I….” Matt managed to squeak out before he gestured to finally be let down and once his feet were soundly upon the floor, the Canadian boy stumbled back a few steps to leans back again the dresser. His roommate’s words stung for some odd reason, because he had almost made it sound like Matthew had been the one who had come onto Gilbert, which made the blond frown and raise a brow. Looking up at Gil, Matt watched the other shake his head and the pressure in his chest intensified. Sighing, he reached up to remove his glasses to set them aside, Clark Kent to Superman style, and threw away his shirt, Matt shrugged and looked aside as he said, “I like guys… and girls, but if you would, ah... excuse me… I have to, um, go…”

Even as he spoke, Matt tensed up, his expression winced and he stumbled towards the bedroom room as familiar heat was building in his chest but the whiskey was making it hard to keep from exploding throughout his body. Hell, he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it outside so perhaps, he actually was going polar in the dorm hallway because there was no way in hell he was in any state of mind capable enough to fight back the bear.

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

"I like guys… and girls, but if you would, ah... excuse me… I have to, um, go…"

Gilbert glanced up just in time to see Matthew stagger out the door, clutching his chest as his legs tangled together before managing to carry him out of the room. Eyes widening as he slowly managed to piece together what was going to happen, Gilbert shook himself out of the miasma of confusion and emotion that was clouding his thought as much as the alcohol. In a moment, he had jumped to his feet and run out after the Canadian, far steadier after the whiskey than the other boy.

"Mattie! Shit, don't do this! Wait!!"

But it was too late. He could already hear the grunts outside in the corridor, the beleaguered noises of a trapped animal of great size. Worst of all, the sounds were becoming almost panicked. Gilbert had never seen Matthew transform before, but whatever was in the hallway sounded huge. He wondered if the hallway was even big enough to accommodate the creature. Turning the corner, he got his answer.

Matthew (or, rather, the polar bear he was assuming was his roommate) was trapped in the doorway leading out of the dormitory hallway and into the outdoors. He was enormous and powerful and would have been intimidating if he didn't somehow still seem intoxicated even in this form.

"Aw shit." Gilbert observed the situation, a hand pressed to his temple as he tried to work out a solution. Truth be told, he was drunk - swaying slightly as he stood there in the hallway, his heart still racing from the earlier kiss - and his roommate was even more so in addition to being a fucking polar bear. What a mess.

Climbing up onto Matthew's back to try and get around to his front to talk to him, Gilbert hopped through the doorway and came around to the bear's head.

"C'mon, man, we gotta get you outta here before we both get caught," he said rather urgently. "We gotta get away from here 'n' fast. D'you think you can break outta that doorway?" 

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That expression, "so close yet so far," stemmed pretty appropriate for Matthew for the moment. Once he had managed to stumble out of his and Gil's dorm and ran headlong down the main hallway, it had felt like Matt was either running through water or just too slowly. The fire in how chest was burning hotter with each step and the exit seemed so far away, but the blond sped on, ignoring Gil's shouting behind him. Matt really did not want to transform there in the hallway and he knew that in his condition, there was no way he would be able to quell his bear'a fire.

Half stumbling, half tackling the exit door, Matt had a second to inhale the fresh air of the stormy evening before his eyes widened and... He transformed. Damn. His body expanded, gaining a ton and a half of fur, muscle, fat and strength, with the sound of his short and boxers shredding from the force and girth of his bear bum. Unfortunately though, it was his bear bum then sudden jerked his running forward and the polar bear'a hind legs became wedged in the metal doorframe.

Instinct took over and Matt began to roar and struggle, his movements off from he alcohol affecting his mind. It was strange, transforming from bear to human, because the amount of whiskey he drank would have less of an affect on a polar bear than on a teenage boy yet Matt still had a fuzzy mind, which was now panicked and fearful. All around him he smelt humans and the whiskey had weakened his human control and his struggles were pure polar.

Then suddenly, polar-Matt felt a scrabbling weight at his backside and it was so unexpected that he paused. Good thing too, because the next thing the bear knew was a white-haired boy was dropping off his back and came right by his muzzle.

"C'mon, man, we gotta get you outta here before we both get caught. We gotta get away from here 'n' fast. D'you think you can break outta that doorway?"

The bear blinked and did the most instinctive thing, the massive polar roared directly in Gil's face and took a swipe at him with one of his massive and dangerous paws. At the moment, Matt was nothing more than a trapped animal with whiskey in its system. However, with a great shake of his head, Matt managed to clear his mind and have out a long whine, one of apology and shock, that he had just done that. Physically settling down, Matt licked his muzzle and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

Sniffing the air, tasting the storm and eyeing the sky with his now perfect bear-vision, something sparked in Matt's white head and and turned towards Gil with sudden alertness.

'Hey! What are you doing! Get inside before you get hit by lightning, you moron! I'm sorry I tried to bite your arm off but get inside! And in sorry about the kiss, but you kissed me, and great bloody hell I am never drinking again because now I'm stuck and what of we do get caught? I don't want to get in trouble, or you in trouble, and what the hell! I thought you liked girls!'

Too bad for Gil that all he heard was grunts, whines and roars. Taking a mighty deep sigh, Matt totally have Gil a no-nonsense bear look, pointed his massive paw at him, then pointed at the other door, which was pretty darn clear. That done, Matt looked aside at his massive booty jammed in the framed, sucked in his gut, rolled sideways, before popping out with a great this of polar bear upon he landing; the door closed behind him. Whining, Matt sat up onto his big bottom, similar to how a dog sits, yawned and pointedly did not look at Gil, a bear's way of being embarrassed about kissing his German roommate.

[GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT]

Gilbert took the swipe to the face, reflexes dulled by drink. He managed to shield himself at the last moment, becoming a metal statute that tumbled over from the force of the blow, but when he stood, he had the beautiful beginnings of a bruise coloring the left side of his face.

Matthew let out a noise that seemed apologetic, but Gilbert just nodded and slowly got to his feet.

"Yeah... I prolly deserved that one," he snorted, swaying as he stood. Managing to clear up the dizziness that came with the blow, he put a hand to the wall. "Sorry I, uh... kissed you outta nowhere like that. I, uh... I sorta think you're kinda cute, 'n' Christ, what the hell'm I sayin'? I like chicks, y'know? But maybe I like guys, too? I mean, that's what you said, right? I... uh... I'm real drunk right now, but maybe we can talk it over later?"

He was already soaked by the torrential downpour. The rain was whipping around in the heavy winds, striking his face and making it sting. Aw man, it was just miserable out here...

The bear was making his own noises at him, though, seeming as though he was trying to tell the albino something rather urgent and frustrated. Taking this as a plead for help getting out of the doorway, Gilbert patted Matthew on the head.

"Don't worry, Mattie, I'll get you outta there... that's a metal doorway isn't it? I could, uh... I could make it let you out 'r somethin'..."

Before he could move, though, the polar bear was already working his way out of the door without his help. The look in Matthew's eyes was rather unimpressed.

"Oh. Well... there y'go." Gilbert grinned at Matthew, flashing a thumbs up just as the thunder roared overhead. Oh yeah... he prolly shouldn't be out here. Huh.

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Matt took the moment of sitting there to think about why Gil had said to calm down more, though when he finally did look down at the German an long, pained whine rumbled from the great bear when he saw Gilbert's face. A stabbing guilt struck the bear'a chest and he lowered his massive head to clearly look at the darkening mark upon his fair skin and if ever a polar bear looked sad, there was one now.

The thunder rumbled across the sky, rain pelted Matt's fur though it didn't affect him and with the gentlest of touch he extended his two great paws around his roommate and pulled him close to hug him against his big belly. Bowing his head over him, Matt became a polar bear umbrella for a steady stream of water off his nose, protecting the German with his massive size.

This was Matt's apology, his way of showing how awful he was feeling, and that mixed with alcohol made him content to sit in the rain. A sorrowful whine continued to rumble from his chest while he held Gil before he slowly lowered his paws and nudged he boy to go inside. Settling down on his paws, Matt put down his head on the concrete, listening to the storm, and waiting for his emotions to quiet down so maybe he could change back but he was feeling pretty low.

Sometimes it was hard being over 1,600 lbs and an apex predator. Gil said that he wanted to talk later but considering how Matt was feeling now, that might be a while because the polar bear couldn't even look at his roommate and he places one of his paws over his eyes and curled up into a big, white ball.