[Log] Vids!

[italialiceo]

Who: Feliciano (italialiceo), Antonio (el_teacher), people who wander by
What: 'Tonio totally promised bull-fighting vids and Feli's a curious one
When: Er...Sunday evening
Where: Camped out in the west wing lounge
Warnings: ...None, yet.

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[el_teacher]

Antonio peeked into the lounge, watching the screen for a moment, before going over to the couch where the Italian sat and plopped down besides him. In his hand he had a bag, and in that bag he had a number of video tapes.

"¿Estás listo, Feliciano? These fights can be brutal, you know."

[italialiceo]

Feliciano finished off the slice of pizza before answering.

"Of course I am!" He grinned at Antonio and grabbed the bag to rifle through it. "You said bull wrestling, right? I didn't know you could wrestle bulls!" It sounded cool to him, at least.

[el_teacher]

"Of course you can! The real trick is to get them angry enough to charge at you." He had a lot of videos, since it was his country's national sport.

Antonio reached for a couple slices of pizza, definitely ready for some major snackage.

[italialiceo]

"Charge?!" Feliciano's eyes widened as he stared. There was a difference between standing still and having a giant bull running towards you angrily.

"D-does anyone get hurt?" he asked, worriedly. It had never occurred to him that such a thing would be dangerous. But it made sense...Feliciano grabbed a pillow to hide behind just in case.

[el_teacher]

"Of course! But usually it's the bulls that get hurt. The matadors are professionals, you know." Antonio grinned as he remembered his early years, when he trained to become a professional.

"Which do you wanna watch first? I have some tapes of my performances too..." He trailed off, watching the Italian's reaction.

[italialiceo]

"W-we can watch one of y-yours." He mumbled through the pillow, still staring wide-eyed. Everyone's fine, no one gets hurt too badly...

[el_teacher]

The Spaniard grinned, took one of the tapes from the bag and popped it in. He fiddled with the remote, trying to get it on the right channel-- There! he settled himself down with a slice of pizza and watched as a video start playing.

[ ooc: Warning, contains slight gore. If you're squeamish I understand. Plus, I couldn't find a long bull fight but this has some good clips of what it's like! ]

[italialiceo]

Amazingly, Feliciano's eyes were still able to grow bigger. He watched in fascination, wincing and clutching the pillow tighter each time the bull was stabbed.

When the bull had collapsed and the final needle was about to be thrust into its head, Feliciano turned away and buried his face into Antonio's side. The harsh reality of the sport had come crashing down on him; it wasn't just the matadors and bulls playing 'Follow the Pretty Colored Fabric' as he'd always thought.

[el_teacher]

Antonio look over, concerned for the other. He had told the boy that the sport was cruel, though he should have probably warned him about how bad it could get.

"Are you okay, Feli?"

[italialiceo]

Feliciano nodded his head 'yes' though it was still smashed against the Spaniard's side and steadfastly refusing to look at the TV screen again.

"'m fine."

[el_teacher]

Antonio paused the tape and pet Feliciano's head worriedly. If the teen couldn't handle it, he shouldn't have to watch anymore. It was his choice after all, and Antonio didn't mind stopping or anything.

"Are you sure? If you don't want to watch any more we could do something else..."

[italialiceo]

Feeling the hand on his head, Feliciano knew he had to stop his whimpering and man up. He was almost 17 and 17-year old boys did not cry at animals being killed!

But..."Sorry," Feliciano said, pulling his face away. "Can we do something else? I can't..."

[el_teacher]

The teacher nodded, understandingly. Not many people liked the bullfights anyways.

"So, what would you like to do then?"

[italialiceo]

Pulling himself together, Feliciano looked up at Antonio and realized his mind was blank. "Uh..."

"We caaaaan...do something!"

[el_teacher]

"But what!" Antonio wondered aloud, popping the tape out and stuffing it back into his bag. Really, his mind was dry of ideas too.

mind...blank...can't think!

[italialiceo]

Feliciano furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms to go into his deep thinking pose. Any seriousness was lost, however, by the tongue poking out the side of his mouth.

"I can't think of anything!" He pointed an Antonio. "You ate my brain; that's why you were touching my head!"