Real Quick Time-Warp Like Wooooah~
WHO: The Italian Bros
WHEN: Friday October 15th, noon
WHERE: Vargas Mansion #2
WHAT: Feli’s been locked in self-isolation for 4 days, Romano insists he get the hell out.
( I made 12 paintings in 4 days )
WHEN: Friday October 15th, noon
WHERE: Vargas Mansion #2
WHAT: Feli’s been locked in self-isolation for 4 days, Romano insists he get the hell out.
( I made 12 paintings in 4 days )
"But fratello, I don't even have shoes on," he mumbled sleepily, blearily rubbing at his eyes. Hell his clothes were also splattered in paint, not something he'd normally go out in. "Lemme get some tennis shoes on first at least... We can go to that cafe we like~ With the good coffee and soup."
He was still grinning sleepily as he pulled away from his brother's grip, briefly moving back into the room, just far enough to slip on the shoes resting at the edge of his giant drip cloth
"I'm surprised you didn't some sooner," he commented idly as he shut the door, unwilling to have even his brother view them. "Luddy and Gil tried lots of times to get me out. They don't get it, huh?" Assuming Romano had read the note then he'd know that the younger Italian had been in one of those moods where he needed to use his creative outlet to its fullest. Rare but not surprising since they were as harsh if not harsher than the four days of painting.
They were back downstairs and by the front door soon enough and Feli looked at his brother again before latching into his arm, cheek pressed to the elder's shoulder. "To the cafe then?"
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Romano evidently winced.
Luddy?
tried lots of times?
Was he meant to have come sooner? Had he not set a good example by leaving Feliciano alone like he'd been asked to?
Dammit was it not possible to do anything ri-
Romano blinked.
"They don-" Wait. He'd done something right? The elder wasn't quite sure whether to feel appreciated or insulted, and so he dropped the case completely, craning his neck back to try and glance inside the room. "Mmm."
"Yeah yeah, the cafe."
He dragged led his brother to the Ferrari out front, (Another telltale sign that Ludwig should stay far away) and literally dumped him into the passenger seat before crossing to the other side.
The vehicle backed out with a screech that could wake a neighborhood and they were off.
"So, what the hell were you doing in there anyway?"
Somehow, He hadn't screwed up yet.
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It took him a few minutes to answer seeing as he was a bit distracted.
"Painting... It's what I put on the note right?" He tilted his head, brows furrowed in thought. "Or did I forget? Anyways I was painting." Like that time when they were teenagers and he was told he'd never see Otto again and like the time after their parents left and he'd settled in with Ludwig.
"I made a lot this time. I could have finished more but everyone kept calling, I could hear the phone down the hall." He sighed and let his forehead lean against the glass.
"How about you fratello? What have you been doing?"
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Romano's shoulders seemed to drop as he sped through an intersection to avoid a red light. (The police hardly bothered giving them speeding fines anymore anyway).
He may have been slow but he wasn't stupid. Every now and again there were little things Feliciano did, little things like painting, that made one stop and think that maybe - just maybe- he wasn't simply happy-go-lucky and retarded.
It had taken Romano half his life to notice, but now that he had he prided himself on it.
"I...I've been-" He paused again to reach back and flip off the S.O.B driver who'd decided that playing fair with a speeding Italian was a good idea.
"diritto di accesso, fottuto bastardo*"
Poor probationary driver..
"Working.
....
By the way, who's this annoying new Tedesco* kid? Isn't two enough for you?"
[translation:
1. right of way, you fucking bastard
2.German]
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Feliciano flushed a bit and burrowed himself against the seat. When Romano said it like that it made it out like he was some kind of whore or something. Not that his brother realized that - or did he? - as the elder had always been blunt to the point of esteem destroying.
"It's Otto... Nonno's friend brought him by a lot when we were little." He was my first kiss, and you tried to chase the car to kill him he wanted to add, lips twitching into a nostalgic smile. "And I only have one: Luddy. Gil-gil's just a friend fratello."
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Otto.
Romano twitched; Liberty really did have a way to bring back the past didn't it. That little loyal, righteous prick had been a pain in the ass every time he'd made a visit.
The Ferrari pulled up outside the cafe and Romano grinned inwardly as the waitresses turned their heads from inside; the car was unmistakable and they had almost become regulars there. (Well, as often as two siblings with their relationship could stand to be).
Romano waited until his brother was out of the car before locking up and heading inside.
One of the girls nearest the entrance smiled at him; "Well, it has been a while! And what would you boys like today?"
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