BROTHERS REUNITE
WHO: The Italian Twins~
WHERE: Vargas Mansion
WHEN: Wednesday the 27th of April, 2 am
WHAT: Feliciano finally manages to get back home! Romano's suprised~
RATING: WAFF AND MAYBE A BIT OF SCARY~
Feliciano had scrounged all his change, all the money he could and finally it had paid off. Easter night when everyone else was asleep he'd slipped out of the villa, a duffel bag over his shoulder, money and identification shoved hastily in his pocket as he booked it for the public transit station and hoped a ride to the airport. He paid for the first flight out of there and to the middle of no where in America. From there he took another flight to California, a bus from LA to San Fransisco, one more plane to the opposite coast and then a series of public transits until he was Finally back in Liberty.
If he'd learned anything when spending time with his cousins, it was how to get lost and not be found right away.
With barely any change in his pockets left for a pay phone from all the transportation, hotels and food from the last few days he had no way of calling either mansion and letting everyone know he was home. It didn't matter. The Italian perked up even as his feet dragged along the sidewalk. The mansion... he could see it just a few blocks away and, tired as he was, he picked up his feet and jogged, smile widening to a stupid grin as he slowed to a halt in the drive. All the lights were out, of course. Romano wouldn't be up this late if he had any choice, but surely he wouldn't mind being woken up by his little brother!
But, the door was locked...
Frowning, Feliciano checked his duffel and cursed himself for not remembering to snag his keys back when he'd had the chance a few weeks back. No matter, the windows in the lounge were usually unlocked. He had to breath a sigh of relief when one of the windows did indeed slip easily open with a soft squeak. It needed to be oiled, but it was good his brother hadn't started locking everything up tight; he'd be out until afternoon if that happened!
"Now, just gotta sneak i- Oh!" The weary traveler's bag snagged as he tried to get in through the window, sending him toppling forward and into the small, beautifully carved wooden table under the window, sending all of it contents - including a very expensive looking vase - to the floor.
WHERE: Vargas Mansion
WHEN: Wednesday the 27th of April, 2 am
WHAT: Feliciano finally manages to get back home! Romano's suprised~
RATING: WAFF AND MAYBE A BIT OF SCARY~
Feliciano had scrounged all his change, all the money he could and finally it had paid off. Easter night when everyone else was asleep he'd slipped out of the villa, a duffel bag over his shoulder, money and identification shoved hastily in his pocket as he booked it for the public transit station and hoped a ride to the airport. He paid for the first flight out of there and to the middle of no where in America. From there he took another flight to California, a bus from LA to San Fransisco, one more plane to the opposite coast and then a series of public transits until he was Finally back in Liberty.
If he'd learned anything when spending time with his cousins, it was how to get lost and not be found right away.
With barely any change in his pockets left for a pay phone from all the transportation, hotels and food from the last few days he had no way of calling either mansion and letting everyone know he was home. It didn't matter. The Italian perked up even as his feet dragged along the sidewalk. The mansion... he could see it just a few blocks away and, tired as he was, he picked up his feet and jogged, smile widening to a stupid grin as he slowed to a halt in the drive. All the lights were out, of course. Romano wouldn't be up this late if he had any choice, but surely he wouldn't mind being woken up by his little brother!
But, the door was locked...
Frowning, Feliciano checked his duffel and cursed himself for not remembering to snag his keys back when he'd had the chance a few weeks back. No matter, the windows in the lounge were usually unlocked. He had to breath a sigh of relief when one of the windows did indeed slip easily open with a soft squeak. It needed to be oiled, but it was good his brother hadn't started locking everything up tight; he'd be out until afternoon if that happened!
"Now, just gotta sneak i- Oh!" The weary traveler's bag snagged as he tried to get in through the window, sending him toppling forward and into the small, beautifully carved wooden table under the window, sending all of it contents - including a very expensive looking vase - to the floor.