Job Hunting~

[italian_honour]

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]

Comments

Good thing you have a bratty little Italian to help you XD

[italian_honour]

While Romano did seem more than capable of holding a grudge against people, conversing [or snapping, as it may be] during said grudge was not beyond him.
If it were he probably would have stopped speaking entirely a long time ago.

"Sorta?" He repeated, cocking an eyebrow at her in blatant disbelief. Swallowing another spoonful of the soup he had before him, Romano got up and made his way to where Kim was standing, leaning forward to inspect her attempt at a pizza base.
It was flat, yes, and it was round...but if such broad perimeters could distinguish an amateur from an artist well, everyone would be famous.
Sighing heavily, the Italian quickly rinsed and dried his hands, before pressing them firmly against the dough. It was still slightly sticky, albeit faintly, but Romano was determined for her to get something so important right.
Another dusting of flour and it would be fine. "Geez. You've gotta get this right or it'll taste like shit. Get over here."

Romano took her by the wrist and pulled her over before Kim had the time to protest. Carefully he placed her palm down on the dough, and then lifted it again, to show that it wouldn't stick.
"See?" He released her, walking back around the table to return to his soup when another thought hit him.
"And don't much such a freakin' thick base. You don't want any of that American pizza bullshit. No one buys pizza for it's fucking base."

Bratty little Italians are nice to have x3 Do they come in pocket sizes?

[lotusvivi]

It was rather amazing that he'd actually helped her. Pointed her in the right direction even. Kim looked at the dough again. It looked much better now, and a little smile appeared on her face as she continued with it.

" Thanks." she said.

No but Kim'll be getting to keep this one sooner than she expected >D

[italian_honour]

Finishing his bowl Romano placed it to the side, folding his arms across the table and resting his head on them to watch her.
Or more specifically, to supervise her.

It wasn't that he doubted Kim's ability to choose the right topping, or not screw it up...okay so it was. A very large part of him was still mad at her, and irritated by her existence, and that same part of him wanted her to falter...just so he could grin and correct her again.

[lotusvivi]

The vegetables she'd picked out were fresh. She hated those bags of frozen vegetables she got at the store, so she always bought the ones she could chop for herself, and was right now chopping up some.

Also, she felt as if she was being watched. He wasn't looking at her, was he? Kim just shook her head and continued, soon having enough.

Where had Toni gone? Siesta? She didn't worry too much, knowing he was still in the apartment.
The pizza dough looked better than when she started, and was just waiting to get filled with toppings.

[italian_honour]

Romano didn't interrupt this time, he was sure she was quite capable of managing the topping by herself.
Instead, and with a signature pout, he shot a glance over his shoulder to the bedroom, as if checking whether Antonio had re-emerged or not.
Not that any fibre of his being wanted to put up with both of them, he didn't need to convince himself of this.
It was awkward enough around someone who had pulled his curl, carried him home and slapped him, let alone the man who actually had feelings for him. [Thinking over this, Romano realised how much his day had really sucked.]

The thought of leaving was starting to outweigh the prospect of free pizza, {again which he could get from work anyway}, and Romano wondered why he had stayed at all.

This was just awkward now.

[lotusvivi]

Finally the pizza was done, after a little while. It was on a plate, cut up in slices and looked tasteful. And it even smelled good. Had she managed to succeed already on her first time making a pizza? She looked at it, putting a slice on a plate, and placed it in front of Romano, before taking one for herself.

" You don't have to eat it, but it's yours anyway." she said, before taking a bite. Hm... At least it didn't taste THAT bad. Could probably done something with it, but oh well..

[italian_honour]

He poked suspiciously at the pizza slice, picking it up to inspect it before taking a bite. For someone who hadn't properly made one before [he didn't consider learning under Feliciano an attempt at all] it didn't taste all that bad.
Content, Romano finished the slice in silence, glancing quickly up at the wall clock and taking another one.

In fact, the entire meal was passed without really any conversation, save for a very soft mutter when he finished. If Kim could manipulate time, slow it and repeat it, by the 80th or so repeat, she may have almost been able to delude convince herself into believing that that murmur was a "thank you."
But she couldn't, and so Romano would leave without interrogation.

And he did, inhaling deeply the moment the door was closed behind him. He was free. And Thank fucking god too.