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[geaux_drualt]

OOC: It was for some reason too large to post as one....?

IC:
Romano: *curious about her sudden speech change but smiles nonetheless* On the vespa I was talking about earlier, remember? *he's teasing her, but only because he feels a bit confident.*
Drualt: Y-yes! I remember! *chuckles, and pushes her hair back out of her face* Just...asking again in case you like...changed plans or something, I dunno! *flustered...for like once in her life*
Romano: *smiles, a bit more warmly than he intended to* We're still going for a ride through this place, if that's alright with you? *enjoys taking the lead~~ he takes her hand and leads her to where his vespa is parked and waiting. There's only one helmet there.*
Drualt: *can't help but melt a little at that smile* Yeah, that would be awesome, *smiles and follows along with him to the vespa* Ooh, it’s nice,
(It’s this one: http://www.vespausa.com/downloadPopup.php?section=Gallery&img=scooters/GTS300/images/1024/GTS-12-1024.jpg)
Romano: *he's pretty proud of his little scooter* Glad you like. I drive fast so... ...here. *tosses a helmet towards her*
Drualt: *catches it, and wrinkles her nose, she hates helmets* So, why don't you have one? *raises a brow*
Romano: *because even if he falls off his head won’t split open and he hates helmets too. The curl, you see, it begins to feel constricted and unpleasant.* Don't need one.
Drualt: And I do? *tilts head to the side, and chuckles* Ya worried imma get hurt? *raises brow with a mischievous little smile*
Romano: *blushes and frowns* Well maybe. Shit happens--- I mean, you won’t get hurt since I drive good. *yeah, that’s a good cover up!*
Drualt: Whatever, *Smiles* I'll wear it to humor ya, *laughs and puts on the helmet*
Romano: *WHY IS IT THAT EVEN HELMETS LOOK CUTE ON HER* Yeah good okay. *which is to say "yeah it looks good on you, okay?"* ...Yeah okay... well you first... *wait no, him first wait no....*
Drualt: *pats his cheek* I'll go first, chill *she almost can sense the mental battle lol. Hops on the bike, her feet not even touching the ground....SO short*
Romano: *he knew that if he waited it would sort itself out. Yeah. Totally his idea* I was... *he doesn’t have enough cool points to use chill, but he climbs on in front of her and starts the smooth drive into town*
Drualt: *totally takes seizes the opportunity to be close to him, wrapping her arms around him, with her chin rested on his shoulder as they drive*
Romano: *blushes* You okay back there? *he's already going really fast but... it doesn’t feel fast to him*
Drualt: Mhm~ *smiles and nuzzles into his neck a bit* Perfect~
Romano: *swerves* fjdsakfjsd!!!!!
Drualt: *giggles* thought you said you were a good driver, Roma?
Romano: *fjkdsajflds* I am! I-It was a--- oh hey look... *he tries to distract her by getting her to pay attention to their surroundings; they pass by a few of the sights, getting closer to the night life of Japan. He's not hungry, since it's already this late, but he's not opposed to anything she might suggest*
Drualt: *smiles, knows he's trying to distract her but lets him anyway* wow, it’s all so...so pretty!
Romano: *it's just concrete to him but if she likes it then that’s okay*
Drualt: Louisiana is nothing like this, it’s so...Cajun, *chuckles*
Romano: *curious* What's Louisiana like?
Drualt: Different in some places than others, New Orleans is very...dark, yet bright and jazzy, beautiful. But Independence is...well, like you, sweet, beautiful, calming, a place everyone wants to be
Romano: *chuckles* It already sounds beautiful, but I have a Louisiana here with me, so I guess the rest of the night will be just as great as that. *he's smiling for real now, just a small one, but it's definitely not the one he uses to flirt or that condescending one*
Drualt: *Smiles back, melting a little instead yet again~* Hmm *blushes lightly and rests her chin back on his shoulder*
Romano: *coughcough* You want to stop there? *points to a place up ahead*
Drualt: *looks up at the little restaurant* Sure~!
Romano: *pulls up beside it and parks and... what sort of food is here?*
Drualt: *all kinds? hops off the bike*
Romano: *locks it up because if anyone steals it he'll throw all sorts of fits* It looks okay... *and a bit expensive but... he loops his arm around her shoulder and walks inside*
Drualt: *and....her cool is shot to hell again, she blushes and nibbles her lip as she walks in with Romano's arm around her* y-y-yeah...
Romano: *wonders what the heck he's doing to earn such cute reactions; these are all normal gestures to him they wait for a waiter and then take their seats. For once he pulls out a chair for her* Damn this place looks like a fucking mausoleum....
Drualt: *takes little to nothing to get them out of Drualt if she truly likes you, oh lala* haha, thanks *sits* we could'a gone somewhere else?
Romano: *shakes his head* No no this is good! *gotta stop swearing....takes a seat and looks at the menu. nah he's just hiding behind it because he's blushing again*
Drualt: *peaks over the top of the menu* you can't hide from me~ *giggles and sits back down, looking at her own menu*
Romano: *trying not to laugh*
Drualt: *shakes her head with a fond smile, something about this guy just brought out...well, the girl in here, something rarely seen*
Romano: *slaps down the menu* Coffee. You? *he actually doesn’t look very grumpy. Just....content~*
Drualt: *peaks just her eyes over the menu* escargot *oh yes, snails no joke,*
Romano: *raises a brow and chuckles again* So you like those things too? *calls over the waiter*
Drualt: *nods* yup~ *lays the menu down now, smiles a bit*
Romano: *hands both menus over to the waiter, who takes their order.... leaving them alone*.....*nervous chuckle*........
Drualt: *rests her chin on top of her hands, little smile* don't be nervous~
Romano: *indignant* I'm not nervous! *denial get him nowhere* You just happened to grab my attention.... anyway, I-- *more nervous because he can’t think of what to say.... poorshyguy*
Drualt: *smiles, and just watches him, waiting for him to say something, if he won’t admit, she'll just make it worst~*
Romano: *wishes the menu were still around* So... have you met Spain? *FACEPALM*
Drualt: *laughs* oooh yes....*remembers that experience, wishes it never happened*
Romano: *common ground!! * Really? ...Was it when he tried to take his precious Spanish Main? *he thinks she was born in America, never setting foot near him*
Drualt: *shrug* I use to live with Antonio *shocker?*
Romano: *jaw drop* You--what--when? *yes shocker!*
Drualt: Some time ago, I got tossed around between Francis and Antonio a lot, even Ludwig came to my home for a while
Romano: *whoa* Ha. *it sounds a little bitter* Who hasn’t been knocked around by France and Spain... surprised that potato head was there too, thought it might be Prussia or something *mun can’t remember* Fuck, musta been shitty with both of those guys. Together they're a nuisance, but at least Spain is decent.
Drualt: France is fine, 'cept he treats me like a baby, and tried to dress me all...girly pink and fluffy....Spain is just....perverted...VERY....perverted...*shivers, bad memories*
Romano: Freaks... but you must have looked cute in pink? *often forgets that Spain is as two faced as Russia, and only really adored Italy; after all if he got too perverted he just skull bashed him* ....Really now. *will have to crush his vital regions*...
Drualt: maybe as a baby...pink dress, blonde blonde hair, don't you remember? Yeah...he tried to get me to erm, do some things when I was little...*gag*
Romano: ....*remembers a little cherub face in pink but not much else* ...What year did you come around. *mortified* Oh... ....Spain? *his stupid boss? really? ....well yeah, but... not shocker but just a refresher*
Drualt: I was born April 30, 1812. I'm the 18th kid of America...you serious don't remember anything of this?*tilts her head to the side* don’t you remember...your first mafia was from New Orleans...
Romano: *eyes widen a bit* ....1812... just barely. I was a little more concerned with my brother at that time. He was being led around by that ba-- by France, being told that one day we'd be united under his name. Spain went on to say the same shit as well, only he was nicer. I was pretty much my own kingdom for a long time. .... ...*was just a nice name to cover up for what was going on around them*.... ....*leans back in his chair* The first American mafia maybe. My muffins came out of Sicily. So those bastards made it all that way to America's too? ...Fuck wait. Fuck, was this that shit with the lynching and all that bull my people had to put up with?
Romano: ....* but he does remember a little blonde girl now. Very little, smaller than he and his brother...*
Drualt: *nods, out of all the American states she had one of the most complicated histories*
Romano: *THE BOND BETWEEN DRUALT AND ROMANO HAS REACHED LEVEL 2*.....Hmph.... You don’t let those muffins push you around, right? *food has arrived*
Drualt: *chuckles* They've tried, but after a few little 'stunts' they called them, they quit
Romano: *oh good....* Ha! *yeah not talking about Sicilian Mafia that smuggles more than 50 percent of Europe's cocaine. Nope. Not in the least.... fail Roma. faaaaaaaaaaail*

Romano: Louisiana... so you met that dumb ass Spain, moved from one dad to the next and ended up being a part of America's empire. *finished his cup of espresso and looks over to Drualt's plate of escargot* ...Okay, I'll tell you something about me. I lived with Spain most of my life, until my brother and I finally reunited. We only recently started living together again.
Drualt: Must be nice to have someone to live with, someone close, huh? ...*a hint of sourness there...eats a snail, and keeps her eyes on the table*
Romano: *notes the sourness* My brother and I aren't exactly close. *calls the waiter over for a refill* ...but you had fun staying with me, right?
Drualt: *nods* Yeah, it was fun, despite being you *little laugh, just a bit down*
Romano: *blushes* Despite, or because of? *a tiny smile*
Drualt: *looks up* despite *chuckles* I like hanging with you a whole lot better than being you, being me is better, it means I can see all your pretty smiles *smile*
Romano: *turns a deeper shade of red* Not that I liked being you-- but-- I liked having you there. You. You're good company! *he's almost yelling now in his flustered-ness*
Drualt: *smiles* I like having you around too, Romano *chuckles at his flusteredness*
Romano: *looks down* Dammit, this coffee taste like piss. *Why yes he's changing the subject* Let's go somewhere else... Somewhere more fun. *away from bad memories of the past and all that; he wants to give her a good time~*
Drualt: *almost spits out a snail from the sudden change. Covers her mouth...weird thing about Drualt: the word piss never fails to make her laugh...it’s like saying chicken butt to a baby...* ok! haha
Romano: *he likes her laugh~* Good. *was totally planning to leave without paying*
Drualt: *is French, leaves the paying to someone else!* Where too?
Romano: *hurray for not paying!* Where we want. *hops back on vespa* How about we keep driving until we see something?
Drualt: *nods* ok...wait don't move! *sudden loudness*
Romano: *starts it up* Huh? *freezes*
Drualt: *pokes his nose* I found something cool, mon ami~ *laughs a bit*
Romano: *pink* Que? *Spanish/Italian language FTW*
Drualt: *Smiles, showing her lil fangs, yes she has them, mun forgot she put that in her app* You~ mon cher haha, but I guess we better move before they come out yelling that we pay!
Romano: *is suddenly very afraid; IS SHE A VAMPIRE? But she complimented him~ he flashes her a toothy grin and revved the engine and puts as much distance between them and the little place*
Drualt: *sees the shocked face* you ok? *holds onto him*
Romano: Of course! I have the most beautiful girl in the world clinging to me! *laughs*
Drualt: *blushes a bit...vampires don’t blush, proof* oh ok...heh *cuddles up to him a bit* good to know you don’t mind me clinging to you
Romano: *feels like he's on top of the world~ and yes she's not a vampire!* Why the hell would I mind? *boobs I MEAN NOT BOOBS*
Drualt: *shrugs* I dunno, haha *hasn't had someone to cling to in...well, forever? the only time she'd ever been with someone was Leblanc and Opal, Opal first, Leblanc and Opal both another time...but they weren't ‘together’ together and it never felt this good...this was better than what she had with them...how could sitting on the back of a vespa clinging to Romano be better than a threesome?...she didn’t know yet, but it definitely was for her*
Romano: *dawwwwwwwwwww~WHYAREYOUSOCUTEDRUALT~? Romano is used to clingy people (his brother and Spain and France being the most immediate examples) but they were practically all family, to him. To be hugged by a woman, a woman who was becoming dearer to him was another thing entirely.* It'd be a fucking cold day in hell when I wouldn’t enjoy this...
Drualt: *laughs at that* Well, let’s not make my dads have to put on a coat, kay? *...in her mind, her dads are Satan~*
Romano: Eh? *didn't get it but he likes her too much to care*
Drualt: my dads are the devils to me, so, if you stop enjoying my cuddles, hell will freeze and they will too *chuckles*
Romano: *wonders why he asked....* Then I'll love your cudd--you hugs until the end of the world.
Drualt: *smiles* good, plan to get lots of them, *kisses his cheek and squeezes him tighter*
Romano: *turns a bright shade of pink and if he was just wasn’t driving he'd return the love* Even after tonight? *hopeful*
Drualt: *nods* yup *wipes her lipstick of his cheek with a giggle*
Romano: *YOU'RE MAKING IT HARDER TO DRIVE WOMAN*
Drualt: *looks around at the buildings, spots a club* HEY! Let’s go there! *points*
Romano: *turns sharply towards the club* You want to dance? *...THE BET*
Drualt: Yup~ *smiles* you CAN dance right?
Romano: *laughs just for her* Of course I can! I can't wait to see you dance~. *stops the scooter and helps her off of it, even if she didn’t need it*
Drualt: *didn't need it but...omg a guy that actually WOULD treat her like a girl...no one else does...NO ONE, maybe France when he gets in those 'mr.dad' moods but not most guy* Good! *smiles and takes his hand, pulling him in*
Romano: *gasps as he's dragged along behind her and he squeezes her hand as gently. She was really happy to be around him, wasn't she? Inside seems pretty mediocre to him, but that's because he's picky about almost everything*
Drualt: *inside does look mediocre, but Drualt loves it, it’s like the bars back in New Orleans, minus the smell of marijuana and absinth, smiles a bit, a faraway look in her eye, she’s back home again every time she’s in a club*
Romano: *enjoys club hopping at night, but only to hit on girls. He mingles with his people in other ways, in the small shop he used to keep on the side of the road or in lines at the grocery stores. He glances over at Drualt, and notices how she's brimming with life, as if she's found the place where she belongs. He feels his heart pounding in his chest, long before the blush comes along. A song comes up, one with a good beat that he can follow. He holds out his hand for her.* May I have this dance, bella?
Drualt: *looks over at him and smiles, having the look of little baby Dru again, if that didn’t trigger a flashback nothing would!* You may, mon cher~ *takes his hand*
Romano: *he remembers a small girl with blonde hair and a smile as sweet as honey; her cute dress and all the rest, though it's still a bit vague, it’s become clearer. He pulls her close to him, keeping his hands right on her waist and no place lower.* Grazie donna bella~. *he kisses her forehead and proceeds to sweep her off her feet*
Drualt: *blushes lightly and smiles up at him, wraps his arms around his neck, and goes with the music*
Romano: *D'aawwwwwwww~ they're dancing together. He always enjoyed dancing, it was in the blood of his people as well, but he was rarely able to share one of them with a woman at a club. Weddings and other gatherings were different things. Those were public; this was personal.*
Drualt: *keeps her eyes on him, though not staring, she smiles a bit. Why was it that this man could do nothing and it made her happy?*
Romano: *smiles back, for once just content. He can relax around her--sometimes-- and he can just enjoy her company. She made him very happy, to have met such a girl*
Drualt: *after the dance ends a song called 'sexy girl' comes on, she smiles at him and lets go of him* I did promise you a little show~ *she starts dancing for him*
Romano: *jaw drop* *fjkdsfdsajkfl* *flushes* You can move. *BRILLIANT OBSERVATION ROMA*
Drualt: *laughs, finishing off the dance. She walks over to him and smiles* thanks~ I am a dance teacher; I gotta be able to move! *laughs*
Romano: *takes her hand and pulls her close to him for a hug (though he may not look it, he really likes hugs and being held~)* You were gorgeous donna bella *among other things but mostly blew his mind away. He twirls with her in time with the next song, feeling as if he could fly (maybe that's what Veneziano feels....)*
Romano: *(but for now it's still just affection, but he does wonder for a moment)*
Drualt: *smiles and hugs him back. Having someone to hold her always calms her and makes her happy, having Romano do it...was the same, only a hundred times better* Ya think so?~ *goes along with him, feeling like a different person, she hadn't been so happy in a long time*
Romano: Of course.... and if I'd said it to any other woman, I haven’t meant those words until now. *he rests his head on hers*
Drualt: *blushes and looks down at the floor as Romano's head is rested against hers* t-thanks again...
Romano: You don’t have to thank me... I'm more than happy to... to take you out anytime. *blushes* You know... whenever you want. We'll come here or just... just hang out somewhere else. Just you and me.... *doesn’t want to let her go, so he sways with her holding her just a bit tighter than he meant to*
Drualt: sounds fun *smiles slightly* really fun~ *bites her lip lightly and looks up at him, their foreheads still rested against one another...she really wants to kiss him, but she doesn’t know if it will embarrass him...if she makes the first move...she decides to forget it, and vows she will have kissed this man by the end of the night!*
Romano: *this close he doesn’t feel as embarrassed, just shocked and more than pleased. For now he'll keep riding that wave of emotion, rather than relying on his tried and true techniques. He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment. He wants to kiss her, at least once, just in case he won't get the chance to do it again. In the back of his mind, he wonders if she'll forget about him by the next day, perhaps smitten with his brother instead.*
Drualt: *closes her eyes as well, just letting her mind drift off into wonderland, her wonderland seemed to include Romano now and she hoped it would stay that way. She moves her head so that its rested on his chest, shoulder would have worked, but she's too short...She smiles a bit, she could stay just like this forever*
Romano: *surprised at having someone so small as a dance partner, but he's not dissatisfied at all. He feels as if he could probably protect her, or at least keep her for the moment* ...Hey. What do you want me to call you? *he pets her head gently, pushing back strands of hair that may have fallen out of place*
Drualt: *looks up at him and thinks a moment* Whatever ya want *shrugs a bit and smiles, leaning into his touch slightly*
Romano: *thinks about it for a second. He already likes her name, but he's never been sure with female nations. He knows he's rather be called Italy Romano or just Romano than South Italy. It was his name, and he fought for it.* Luisa? I'll just call you Louisiana. *Or Dru, but he's not admitting that just yet. He pets her a bit more, while the music changes to something more upbeat again.*
Drualt: *nods* ok *can't help but laugh a bit at how he pets her like a kid. She really doesn’t want to let go despite the music change, but does* Is there something you'd like me to call you by? *tiny blush*
Romano: *he can't help it (blame Spain and his cuddling ways) she really seemed so small to him, but only in height. It wasn't often that he was able to nearly tower over someone. His brother didn’t count.* Whatever you like, bella.
Drualt: *thinks a moment* I like Romano~ and Roma of course *always hated being tiny...but doesn’t mind it with Romano, why? Because she fit perfectly in his arms at this size~*
Romano: *surprised... no one really called him Roma, except for Spain on occasion. Having someone else use that nickname seemed strange (it had been years after all) but he was pleased. He smiled for her again, a small one but a smile nonetheless, and kissed her forehead.*
Drualt: *smiles softly* wanna go see the rest of the town?
Romano: *blushes... did-did she just brushed him off? Maybe he shouldn’t have kissed her...* Y-Yeah sure... *leads her outside, making sure to keep other men out of his way*
Drualt: *that would be Dru to nervous to know what to do, sooo, she just thinks up a new subject....Romano rubbing off on her?*
Romano: *oh Dru~ look what you've done, Romano! Stop making everyone shy and nervous! .... And yes, you are shy. And a lazy bum. But shy.* ....B-Besides dancing.... what do you like to do?
Drualt: Well...I like singing? and voodoo. But, I really spend most of my time dancing. *redeems a little bit of her Drualt-ness and takes his hand in hers* What about you? What do you like to do?
Romano: *Voodoo?* What's that? *he's heard of it once.... he squeezes her hand a little but when the subject turns back to him he shrugs* The opera. Farming. Sometimes I cook. I usually dance at parties.... *he's getting more comfortable around her, stuttering a bit less*
Drualt: Voodoo? it’s ...*can’t really explain it* I'll just show you sometime * chuckles* Soooo, where to now? *smiles a bit*
Romano: *raises a brow but otherwise lets it go; he shrugs* Anywhere, as long as it is with you. *returns the smile*
Drualt: *shakes her head and laughs a bit* anywhere in particular you'd like to be with me~?
Romano: Luisianna as long as I'm with you it doesn't matter. *just a bit of an accent, but he covers it up* A boardwalk, a pier, through a quiet forest, back to the rooms... *pulls her into another hug, just cuddling her this time*
Drualt: *hugs him back, sighing softly, having his arms around her was like heaven* Hmm, I wanna find the water *smiles up at him* A pier? I know where one is
Romano: Okay, sure. *wants to get his bike first because leaving it behind is a no-no~*
Drualt: *walks with him back to his bike*
Romano: *after he's sure his bike is still in one piece, he takes out the helmet again for her to wear.*
Drualt: *puts it on with a huff, hates helmets, but still she wouldn’t fight him. She jumps up on the bike*
Romano: *SAFETY IS IMPORTANT besidesitlookscuteonher he would start driving but something is missing... He looking in his pockets, up his sleeves, on his chest but...* FUCKING HELL.
Drualt: What’s wrong? *raises brows*
Romano: *he can’t find his keys....* Nothing to worry about bella~ How about we walk to the pier it's still a beautiful night out! *Italian cover-up*
Drualt: *tiny smirk* You lost the keys, didn't ya? *laughs and takes off the helmet*
Romano: *SHITHEWASFOUNDOUT now she'll think he's some kind of loser who loses keys and gets lost!* Yeah but I have a spare back home...! *nervous laughter; he's going to have to order a new set of keys howcouldheoflostthem?!?*
Drualt: *shakes her head with a smile* C'mon, *jumps off the bike and starts walking down the sidewalk*
Romano: *he follows behind in a slump, thinking he ruined the date (which wouldn’t be the first time--and it was going so well!!)* So... where's the pier? *still trying to keep the mood happy*
Drualt: *looks over her shoulder and smiles a bit* Don't be so down, it’s just keys, Roma~ *chuckles* it’s just a little ways up there *points ahead*
Romano: *blushes; they weren’t just keys! And it’s not the keys, it’s the fact that he looks like a fool but okay FINE she doesn’t seem to mind anyway. He walks up beside her and looks out to the pier* There?
Drualt: *nods* yeah. I'll race you~! *takes off toward the pier*
Romano: *a race?! Was she always full of surprises? He chases after her*
Drualt: *is always full of surprises, makes it to the pier before or after Romano?*
Romano: *before; he trips half-way there and crashes into her*
Drualt: EEK~! *falls back on her ass...oh the clichéd irony, she is now on the floor under the clumsy Italian*
Romano: *clumsy Italian is feeling lucky again as he struggles to get off of her* Are you okay?
Drualt: *nods,* fine, *stands up, straightening out her dress. leads him out to the edge of the pier*
Romano: *it’s a beautiful view...* This is pretty nice. ... *trying to think of something cool to say*
Drualt: *smiles* reminds me of home, *sits at the end of the pier, letting her legs dangle off the side*
Romano: I'll have to see your home one day. *this reminded her of home? Though he wasn't impressed by what he saw on the pier, he was glad to see her so happy* You should see the piers off the coast of Calabria.
Drualt: The sky does *smiles a little* I wish haha, *looks down at the water...hmm, it’s not very dark yet, it’s only about 8 now...or 9...ish, who knew?* Wanna go for a swim?
Romano: A swim. *with her? Right now? in public?* Yeah, sure. *one day he'll take her to his place*
Drualt: *looks around, nobody’s really around so she pulls her dress up over her head, revealing a cute set of underwear that double time as a bikini* C'mon~! *she dives into the water*
Romano: *as he strips down to his boxers, he wonders if she planned this from the beginning* I'm coming already! *follows in after her; at least he can swim!*
Drualt: *Is like the joker, she doesn't plan things~ She swims around, smiling over at him* Soo, didn’t find your keys huh? *she holds up his keys and laughs,*
Romano: *likes his plans to go smoothly, but he doesn’t mind a night of unplanned fun once in a while~ he swims with her; it’s been a while since he last got into the water but it feels like a century or more* You had them?! *SOSHEDIDPLANTHIS why isn’t he more upset about this? Because he's happy he didn’t have to pay the extra $200 to get the extra spare. And because he's going to get them back from her~*
Drualt: *laughs* I still do~ and you can have them back on one condition~ *smirk*
Romano: *suspicious but curious* ....What?
Drualt: come see~ *beacons him with a finger and a tiny smile*
Romano: *swims closer* whaaaat...?
Drualt: I'll give you the keys, only if you give me a kiss~ *wink*
Romano: *you can see him blushing in the dark!!*
Romano: *takes his chances... and swims towards her. He stops when he's close enough*
Drualt: *smiles a tiny smile and takes his hand, leading him under the bridge, where it’s shallow enough for them to stand*
Romano: *can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hands getting clammy (but dammit he's already wet, it's not fair), and she's smiling at him why do his knees feel so weak at a time like this--- he leans in, his face just centimeters away from hers*
Drualt: *wraps one of her arms around his neck, the other encouraging him to embracing her before settling on his shoulder. At least it wasn't only Drualt who had those feelings, she felt got that spinning dizzy feeling you get when you stand up out of bed to quick every time he put his arms around her, if her eyes were closed she'd see a flash of lightening behind them, like a storm threatening to take over her. Drualt breaths out a sigh, a puff of sweet smelling hot air*
Romano: *takes a deep breath, the smell of the air and Drualt surrounding him, before he finally presses his lips to hers. He lingers for a moment before pulling just an inch away, his eyes staring into hers, his face already stained a healthy shade of red.*
Drualt: *When he kisses her...all she sees is a burst of light, as a dull electric feeling crawls up her arms and legs. She blushes brightly, and peaks open her eyes, looking up at Romano*
Romano: *He's feeling too many things to think straight. He takes short breathes, unable to look away from Drualt. She looked entirely different to him now, a portrait that needed to be painted, a face that needed to be immortalized, she-- (it wasn’t just a kiss, it was the first one--) he can’t even think of a single word to say, or what to do. But he embraces her entirely instead, pressing his face against her hair*
Drualt: *closes her eyes once again, caressing his embraces, as the never-fail dizzy feeling sweeps over her. This wasn't her first kiss...but oddly enough, it was her first kiss that meant something, it was her first kiss that wasn't just pure lust...there was...something else there, something important, something she felt she could cling too. Drualt rests her chin on his shoulder, hugging him back*
Romano: *after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back enough to rest his forehead against hers. Despite how warm she was, and how... he felt he could spend the night outside with her and never care for a single minute---- he was getting cold. And she must be colder still. But to ask to go back would be ending the night and then the sun would come up and....*
Drualt: *is freezing, she can’t take any cold at all. But right now, she feels warm, inside at least. She opens her eyes, and just watches his face so close to hers and she knew...she knew she would always remember this night, with this beautiful kiss under the piers of Japan, with the man that seemed to be slowly capturing her heart without even trying*
Romano: *she was looking at him, at him (maybe him?) just him (was there another guy behind him?) only him. That she could focus so intently, it was enough to make his heart flutter for a moment. He felt grateful to of had a chance to be with her. And he would be grateful still when the night was over. Who knows, maybe she'd still talk to him. He really hoped she did. He tried to memorize the soft curves of her face, the shape of her eyes and her lips. He wasn't going to forget, wasn't going to let himself forget even if it only hurt later.* Do you ...you want to go back?
Drualt: *if only Romano knew what he was doing to this girl...in what case had Drualt ever been in a situation like this...a situation that could so easily be turned into a sex situation...and she just let it lie and play out so sweet and innocent...why? because this, Romano, the kiss, this night...it meant more to her than damn near anything she'd had...she felt like she had someone...someone special, someone who didn't look at her and simply see her faults...but when Romano looked at her, it felt like he was looking right into her soul, and she knew she could trust him...she could and would trust that this man would never hurt her. She nods, * Y-yeah... we should...*puts the keys in his hand, with a little smile*
Romano: *he could feel a lump in his throat, as familiar as the blush that would constantly plague him. His eyes burned a bit (it was the water, it had to be the water) as he closed his fist around the keys. He leads her out of the water, trying to feel nothing at all but he can't; he can still feel her lips against his, he can still see her, a cherub in one moment a woman in the next holding his hand as tenderly as he held hers. He watches her carefully, as if this would be the last time he would see her.* Hey... Louisiana... *he wants to ask, he has to know... but his lips are sealed and he walks beside her as silent as the night. ...He doesn’t let go of her hand, not for a moment*
Drualt: *laces her fingers with his, enjoying the warmth she felt when he was near her, not only on her skin...but deeper...dare she admit it...it reached her heart.* Hmm~? *She looks to her side up at him, a new glow in her eyes, something that hadn't been there....not since she lived in France...what was it? Happiness? more, love?*
Romano: *he's startled by her glance, even more so by her actions. He looks away, nervous again.* N-Nothing... I ... you---.... *he could yell at her, which was always easy to do. Yelling was easier than being quiet and left behind--* ....do you want to get something to drink? *to make the night longer, even though he was shivering now. He wrapped his arm around her, knowing already that she was colder and wishing he had the decency to bring along a jacket for her. Even so, he didn't feel too bad. ...In fact he could say he felt much better than he had in a while, if he ignored his own thoughts at least*
Drualt: Ok, *nods and smiles a bit, she can tell that wasn't what Romano wanted to ask, but she said nothing* merde~ it’s cold...*sighs and shivers, moving closer into him*
Romano: *funny how "shit" was said nearly the same in every Latin language~ but he got to keep her for a few more minutes and that was enough. He fights the urge to run away when she gets closer. They were already so close; he could feel more than just her skin pressing against him. On one hand, he would be lying to deny he adored it. On the other, he wanted to make sure she was clothed and warm. He couldn’t remember wearing a jacket, but he was going to make sure she wouldn’t feel cold. Even if he had to steal a blanket. He lets go of her only long enough to shrug on his clothes.*
Drualt: *slips on her dress, pulling her long hair into a ponytail at the nap of her neck, her bangs hanging the same way France's did, the relation showed.* Romano...?
Romano: Y-yeah? *Relation noted. Before it was enough to simultaneously scare and anger him, but she wasn't France. And she was much nicer too. And he felt... he felt things he thought Veneziano made up...*
Drualt: u-um...*she ends up chickening out* ...n-nothing... *she turns and starts walking towards the town*
Romano: *okay...? he starts walking behind her, looking around for a place that might be open that sells warm drinks or something but... it but it's probably close to 10 or 11pm...
Drualt: *she blushes lightly,* c-can I stay with you tonight?*just enough courage to ask...she didn’t want to leave his side yet*