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WHO: Toni and Lovi
WHEN: Friday Morning, November 13th
WHERE: The Apartment
WHAT: Toni find out that Lovi's been involved with the mafia and feels betrayed for not being told about this sooner.
RATING: Ummmm.....I have no clue XD Nothing too bad just an angry Toni
Antonio rolled off the couch, yawning wide and flailing slightly as he kept his balance and attempted to keep from falling off completely. Once he had his balance, he blinked a couple of times before shifting around to a sitting position. He sat leaned over, his one arm resting with his elbow on his knee and his hand running through his hair in a failed attempt to tame it. He shook his head lightly and stifled a yawn before stretching his arms over his head and then raising to a standing position.
The spaniard, clad in only his boxers, headed to the shower sleepily. Just before he headed inside however, he remembered that he needed to get cloths first since Romano was sleeping in his room and he was pretty sure the Italian did not want to see him naked.
Finally, the Spaniard headed to the bathroom once more with clean cloths in his arms. He hummed gently to himself and about a half an hour later Antonio had finished his shower and quickly got dressed. With his towel around his shoulders, Toni headed back out into the living room. Once there he picked up the blanket to fold it and as he flipped it gently to get the fold right he accidentally knocked a precariously stacked pile of papers off the table.
"Ack!" He lightly said to himself, quickly dropping the blanket on the couch and attempting to keep the remaining papers from fallowing the rest to the floor. As he started to put the papers on the table, one of them caught his eye. A letter to Lovi. Antonio's eyebrow raised lightly and his curiosity got the best of him.
"Dear Mr. Vargas,
We've noticed that you've recently cut off contact with the mafia and dropped out of school. We know the Don would hate to see his two grandsons like this and, now that your parents have fled the country, strongly suggest you take up their place with us."
Antonio's eyes widened. What? Lovi was involved with the Mafia? His Lovi. No, that couldn't be right could it? Romano would tell him if that was the case. Right?
"Cogida*" He hissed under his breath. "Romano! Where are you?" He yelled, knowing that if the Italian was in the apartment at all he would hear him.
(Spanish: *Fuck)
WHEN: Friday Morning, November 13th
WHERE: The Apartment
WHAT: Toni find out that Lovi's been involved with the mafia and feels betrayed for not being told about this sooner.
RATING: Ummmm.....I have no clue XD Nothing too bad just an angry Toni
Antonio rolled off the couch, yawning wide and flailing slightly as he kept his balance and attempted to keep from falling off completely. Once he had his balance, he blinked a couple of times before shifting around to a sitting position. He sat leaned over, his one arm resting with his elbow on his knee and his hand running through his hair in a failed attempt to tame it. He shook his head lightly and stifled a yawn before stretching his arms over his head and then raising to a standing position.
The spaniard, clad in only his boxers, headed to the shower sleepily. Just before he headed inside however, he remembered that he needed to get cloths first since Romano was sleeping in his room and he was pretty sure the Italian did not want to see him naked.
Finally, the Spaniard headed to the bathroom once more with clean cloths in his arms. He hummed gently to himself and about a half an hour later Antonio had finished his shower and quickly got dressed. With his towel around his shoulders, Toni headed back out into the living room. Once there he picked up the blanket to fold it and as he flipped it gently to get the fold right he accidentally knocked a precariously stacked pile of papers off the table.
"Ack!" He lightly said to himself, quickly dropping the blanket on the couch and attempting to keep the remaining papers from fallowing the rest to the floor. As he started to put the papers on the table, one of them caught his eye. A letter to Lovi. Antonio's eyebrow raised lightly and his curiosity got the best of him.
"Dear Mr. Vargas,
We've noticed that you've recently cut off contact with the mafia and dropped out of school. We know the Don would hate to see his two grandsons like this and, now that your parents have fled the country, strongly suggest you take up their place with us."
Antonio's eyes widened. What? Lovi was involved with the Mafia? His Lovi. No, that couldn't be right could it? Romano would tell him if that was the case. Right?
"Cogida*" He hissed under his breath. "Romano! Where are you?" He yelled, knowing that if the Italian was in the apartment at all he would hear him.
(Spanish: *Fuck)