Sometimes while working, Gilbert came across pieces that didn't need to be analysed, usually things that had just gotten misplaced. The piece this time was a box of toy soldiers, complete with a tag that mentioned the date and useful information about it's whereabouts. So, after cleaning up the caked on mud, the German found himself walking towards the museum of American History, to drop off the artefact. He didn't venture towards this place often, having no interest in America or its history.
Entering the museum, Gilbert looked around for the first uniform he could find, to drop off the box and get out of there as soon as possible. Who knows what Lovino was getting up to in his absence. The little shit was probably breaking vases and putting all the blame on him.
Spotting a uniform, he walked up to the man, who had strangely hypnotic eyebrows, and shoved the box into his hands. "Hey, this got stuck in with some things in the forensics department, take it back."
Entering the museum, Gilbert looked around for the first uniform he could find, to drop off the box and get out of there as soon as possible. Who knows what Lovino was getting up to in his absence. The little shit was probably breaking vases and putting all the blame on him.
Spotting a uniform, he walked up to the man, who had strangely hypnotic eyebrows, and shoved the box into his hands. "Hey, this got stuck in with some things in the forensics department, take it back."