It's about bloody well time
WHO: Tomano & Antonion Romano & Antonio
WHEN: Thursday evening..ish?
WHERE: Centralia Apartment, specifically the closet of Antonio's room
WHAT: When you have to lock two people in a confined space for something to happen, you know the relationship is good.
RATING: Probably M15? For now? XD
It had started innocently, like most occasions do. Romano, having successfully demoted Antonio to sleeping on the sofa and thus stealing his bedroom, had decided it was about time he unpacked his clothes from their bags. And more specifically, transported them to the part of the closet he'd already deemed as his.
That is, if he could get into the closet. For some terribly odd reason still unknown to him, Antonio had placed a rather large and daunting lock across the closet doors. Which really only made him more curious as to what was inside. Probably some sort of stash of-...no, he didn't want to think about it .
Approaching the lock Romano knelt down to inspect it, weighing up the odds of being able to crack it open. If being around the mafia had taught him anything it was how to crack locks, and this was no different than any other. Fishing around in his pocket for a small piece of wire, he skillfully slipped it into the lockhole, placing his free hand against the closet door to balance himself.
Click..click..
"Dammit!" Nothing.
He tried again, and again it proved pointless.
Romano didn't really want to ask Antonio, he'd done quite a good job of avoiding the Spaniard in such a small apartment and was quite sure simply "asking" wasn't going to get such a lock removed. That and well..
After accidentally reading Antonio's private entry, and being told off by Feliciano for "being mean to Toni", not to mention the whole breaking-point isolation of being in jail, Romano had been overwhelmed with a sense of guilt that he'd never really felt before. He had come, more importantly, to realise two very important things;
The first, which being custody was so nice to remind him of, was that beyond his brother and Antonio he was very much alone in this world.
The second, was that even after Antonio had taken him in and looked after him regardless of Romano being more or less unemployed, he still had been sort of...mean to him.
While it had been a way to distance himself from the other, or the other's doting affection which Romano convinced himself on a daily basis was absolutely and entirely one-sided, he hadn't meant to-..
Ah fuck this lock!!
"Oi! Bastar- Antonio! You there?"
WHEN: Thursday evening..ish?
WHERE: Centralia Apartment, specifically the closet of Antonio's room
WHAT: When you have to lock two people in a confined space for something to happen, you know the relationship is good.
RATING: Probably M15? For now? XD
It had started innocently, like most occasions do. Romano, having successfully demoted Antonio to sleeping on the sofa and thus stealing his bedroom, had decided it was about time he unpacked his clothes from their bags. And more specifically, transported them to the part of the closet he'd already deemed as his.
That is, if he could get into the closet. For some terribly odd reason still unknown to him, Antonio had placed a rather large and daunting lock across the closet doors. Which really only made him more curious as to what was inside. Probably some sort of stash of-...no, he didn't want to think about it .
Approaching the lock Romano knelt down to inspect it, weighing up the odds of being able to crack it open. If being around the mafia had taught him anything it was how to crack locks, and this was no different than any other. Fishing around in his pocket for a small piece of wire, he skillfully slipped it into the lockhole, placing his free hand against the closet door to balance himself.
Click..click..
"Dammit!" Nothing.
He tried again, and again it proved pointless.
Romano didn't really want to ask Antonio, he'd done quite a good job of avoiding the Spaniard in such a small apartment and was quite sure simply "asking" wasn't going to get such a lock removed. That and well..
After accidentally reading Antonio's private entry, and being told off by Feliciano for "being mean to Toni", not to mention the whole breaking-point isolation of being in jail, Romano had been overwhelmed with a sense of guilt that he'd never really felt before. He had come, more importantly, to realise two very important things;
The first, which being custody was so nice to remind him of, was that beyond his brother and Antonio he was very much alone in this world.
The second, was that even after Antonio had taken him in and looked after him regardless of Romano being more or less unemployed, he still had been sort of...mean to him.
While it had been a way to distance himself from the other, or the other's doting affection which Romano convinced himself on a daily basis was absolutely and entirely one-sided, he hadn't meant to-..
Ah fuck this lock!!
"Oi! Bastar- Antonio! You there?"