Job Hunting~
WHO: Antonio, Romano. Kim
WHEN: Saturday 29th, around 10am
WHERE: Antonio's apartment to begin with
WHAT: Toni needs a new job, Romano thinks he's retarded.
[ooc: Kimmy feel free to jump in as wel :3]
It wasn't as if he cared about where Antonio had been, or why the Spaniard hadn't been working for the past week [Not that he'd passed Dos Llamas at all to check, no of course not.] But when Romano had unintentionally stumbled across his friend's latest blog entry, well, he felt it his duty to inform the other of insanely stupid he really was.
After all, someone had to save the poor Spaniard from his own ignorance, and Romano felt that it was his duty to do so.
The Italian wasn't particular concerned or interested in Antonio's academic involvement, seeing as he hardly went to class himself anyway, but it just seemed stupid to drop all classes and work more when-unlike two particular Vargas siblings- Toni wasn't exactly in serious need of extra money....right?
Romano would have been able to push the whole concept to the far reaches of his mind, had Feliciano not reminded him of it that morning. What his brother assumed was general, off-hand conversation had quickly become the catalyst for Romano's latest plan of action;
Knocking some damn sense into one Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
He knocked on the apartment door and shuffled his feet uncomfortably against the vividly patterned carpet beneath him, lip upturned in a characteristic pout. The bag that hung off his shoulder contained no more than a phone, a wallet and a few resumes-just in case. Romano didn't want to think about it, but he was well aware that his ties to the Pizzeria-and the building's existence itself- may not be lasting that much longer.
He never liked going to Antonio's apartment- not that there was anything wrong with the room itself (except for one or two bad memories)- Romano just didn't agree with the idea of seeming..well...clingy.
The idea of being close-even in friendship terms- with someone always supported that concept too, and Romano knew that in this world-especially with the latest events- he couldn't trust or depend on anyone too easily.
Or that's what he liked to tell himself at least, there was no way he'd ever admit to caring for Antonio's wellbeing. Not even to himself.
WHEN: Saturday 29th, around 10am
WHERE: Antonio's apartment to begin with
WHAT: Toni needs a new job, Romano thinks he's retarded.
[ooc: Kimmy feel free to jump in as wel :3]
It wasn't as if he cared about where Antonio had been, or why the Spaniard hadn't been working for the past week [Not that he'd passed Dos Llamas at all to check, no of course not.] But when Romano had unintentionally stumbled across his friend's latest blog entry, well, he felt it his duty to inform the other of insanely stupid he really was.
After all, someone had to save the poor Spaniard from his own ignorance, and Romano felt that it was his duty to do so.
The Italian wasn't particular concerned or interested in Antonio's academic involvement, seeing as he hardly went to class himself anyway, but it just seemed stupid to drop all classes and work more when-unlike two particular Vargas siblings- Toni wasn't exactly in serious need of extra money....right?
Romano would have been able to push the whole concept to the far reaches of his mind, had Feliciano not reminded him of it that morning. What his brother assumed was general, off-hand conversation had quickly become the catalyst for Romano's latest plan of action;
Knocking some damn sense into one Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
He knocked on the apartment door and shuffled his feet uncomfortably against the vividly patterned carpet beneath him, lip upturned in a characteristic pout. The bag that hung off his shoulder contained no more than a phone, a wallet and a few resumes-just in case. Romano didn't want to think about it, but he was well aware that his ties to the Pizzeria-and the building's existence itself- may not be lasting that much longer.
He never liked going to Antonio's apartment- not that there was anything wrong with the room itself (except for one or two bad memories)- Romano just didn't agree with the idea of seeming..well...clingy.
The idea of being close-even in friendship terms- with someone always supported that concept too, and Romano knew that in this world-especially with the latest events- he couldn't trust or depend on anyone too easily.
Or that's what he liked to tell himself at least, there was no way he'd ever admit to caring for Antonio's wellbeing. Not even to himself.