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Because I was Hungry [3/7]

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He felt the impact of a tomato on his leg, the juice soaking through his pants. Lovino was immediately aggravated; he had bought these pants just yesterday! Glancing at his surroundings, he began to wonder why he decided to come out here in the first place. Then, a new problem arose; his hair! He had gotten it styled that morning, and with all this flying produce it was sure to get ruined. He felt two more tomatoes hit his arm, then his other leg. Lovino directed his glare at Antonio,

“You bastard! Why the hell did you make me come to this crazy place! I just had my hair cut, shampooed, everything! Now it and my clothes are going to get ruined because of you and your stupid rituals!”

Lovino would have said more, but Antonio’s eyes adopted a mischievous gleam, and seconds later, Lovino’s head was dripping with crushed tomato. Antonio could almost see the steam rising off of Lovino as he looked up angrily, averted his gaze to the ground, and then hurled himself head first into Antonio’s stomach. Antonio felt the wind temporarily knocked out of him, and staggered backward, hearing a strange cry of protest from Lovino. He looked down at his torso. It appeared that Lovino’s one long curl of hair had become tangled in the buttons of Antonio’s shirt.

“A-Antonio, stop moving! Ah…” Lovino felt his face go red. Antonio stood still, and then said,

“Does it hurt? Hold on, I’ll fix it.” He began his attempt to untangle the hair, but this only earned more moans and,

“No! No, stop touching it! Let’s get out of the way of the crowd first.” Lovino reached up to pull Antonio’s hands away, beginning to walk backwards toward a deserted side-street, where they were much more protected from the crowd’s line of fire. Lovino instructed,

“Give me your shirt.”

“What?”

“Just take it off! I can get this untangled myself; you just go and throw your damn tomatoes.” Lovino felt a series of small tugs to his hair which sent shivers to his lower body, and Antonio’s shirt was off. He beamed at Lovino,

“There you go! I’ll come back in a bit, okay?” And he rushed off into the tomato-covered crowd. Lovino sighed in defeat and began the embarrassing task of freeing his hair.