You were submitting your popular story onto DeviantArt as the German was sipping his beer, sitting across from you - reading at his newspaper.
"It's time to sleep, (Name). It's already eleven."
"Wait! Someone just gave me a feedback message on DeviantArt!"
"What is that?"
"DeviantArt, you ask?" You picked up his reading glasses, and put them on yourself, vision blurring and fading.
Ludwig only remained quiet, looking at you as if you were ridiculous.
"Well, it is a vast community with authors, artists, readers, and administrators who gather for one reason," you pause as Ludwig interrupt.
"I was getting to that. We gather to share our works to majority of the community so they can see, and give feedback to our works, improving it." You took off his glasses, returning it to the original spot on the table.
Ludwig moved himself in front of your laptop as he scrolled up and down the page, as if he was searching the answers for something.
"It's quite an organized website, I like it."
"You should create an account, Luddy."
"N-Nein! No way am I doing that ridiculous thing..."
"But it's organize and you like it, right?" The German only nodded. "So just create an account!"
"J-Ja," Ludwig only blushed pink. "I'll think about it."
"Do it!" You pounced on him, hitting his chest.
"I said I'll think about it!"
"Do it, Ludwig!"
"I said I'll think about it already!" He said, pushing you off of him.
You leaned down to whisper in his ear,
"There are many beautiful artistic nude photos, and I remember seeing an BDSM one this morning."
The German was quiet after that.