[Active/Closed] Just a little late

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Characters: Lovino, Antonio.
Location: Antonio's room, aroud the Institute
Time: After Toni's arrival and this.
Content: Tsun and derp. In massive amounts most likely. Lovi showing Toni around
Warnings: Lovi's mouth, Lovi's fists/feet/hea- screw it, Lovi in general.
Format: Prose.

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[hijodelaluna]

Antonio opened his mouth to say something when Lovino snatched his tomato away, but closed it after a while. He had more where that came from; why kick up a fuss over one frugetable?

"Ah, si, si, you have a point. So I shall ask around for myself instead."

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It was likely that any future tomatoes Antonio produced would get the same treatment, half to be annoying and half because he'd missed eating them from when he had been sick. And, admittedly, it was an excellent tomato, nice and juicy, with the right amount of firmness. Delicious.

His eye twitched, Lovino pausing in his efforts to lick his finger's clean with Antonio's next words. "...You do that," he murmured, turning away slightly. Idiota.

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Antonio heard the murmur, glancing back at the Italian. "You don't like me doing that, Lovinito?" he asked innocently, producing another tomato to munch on. "You sound unhappy."

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I hate you doing that. I hate that it'll mean someone else will get all you attention. Pay attention to me dammit, me! Idiot bastard with your stupid fucking eyes and your fucking a- Lovino bit the inside of his cheek harshly, a flare of pain distracting him from his thoughts. It was a good thing the tomato had already been finished, his fingers had curled into tight fists, and the fruit would have been turned into wasted pulp.

Swallowing, he fixed his gaze forward, waiting until he was sure his voice wouldn't betray him. "Do whatever you like, it's your own stupid life. Just don't think I'll come and help you when you fuck up, got it?"

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A light laugh could be heard as Antonio happily chomped on his frugetable, licking up that bit of juice that dribbled down his fingers. "I don't really need help nowadays," he confessed, smiling automatically.

He didn't like to rely on people, thinking that he'd just be a burden to them. It was that way with his brother, with Romulus, and even with Lovino when he was placed in charge of the brat boy when they were younger. Antonio just... wasn't that kind of person.

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Lovino found himself staring out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip as he watched Antonio's tongue lap up the spilt juice. Dammit. Damn his stupid brain, his stupid hormones, damn stupid fucking Antonio. Clearly this was a test of temptation. Well... he wasn't going to fail, he wouldn't give in. He wasn't his brother, he had a little self control.

Even if the words did sting. Not needed. Of course he wasn't needed. No one ever needed clumsy little Lovino, who was never as good as his creative little brother. Looking down, he scuffed his shoe, trying not to over think and failing.

"So, what? You don't need your accolito anymore?" The mumble slipped out, Lovino cursing himself as soon as it did. Idiot, he was such a fucking idiot.

[hijodelaluna]

Accolito...?

Ah, so Lovino still remembered their little game! Giving a slightly louder laugh, Antonio turned to the younger male and petting his hair, careful of the curl. If memory served him right, tugging on said curl roughly would often lead to a headbutt to the stomach. Which would be embarrassing if he did it in the open.

"If I didn't, would I come all the way across the Atlantic to see my cute little secuaz?"

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The arm was violently shoved away, Lovino turning to glare furiously at Antonio. The fucker must be playing games with him, screwing with his head. One moment he said he didn't need his help, didn't need him, the next the bastard was all over him. Like he was a fucking game.

"Don't touch me, fucker. You said it yourself, you don't need help. That means I'm not your fucking secuaz anymore, got it?" It didn't matter that he had brought it up first, just that no one else needed to find out. He scowled again, "And I'm not fucking cute, or little, bastard. I'm almost 16, not 6."

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Now Antonio was seriously confused; did Lovino want him or didn't he? Lovino seemed a little happy to see the Spaniard, then switched to moody once they met up in person. After that, Lovino outrightly told him not to look for him, but then asked if he didn't need him anymore. Strange moodswings were strange.

"...Are you angry at me, Lovino?"

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His hands found their way in his hair, fingers clenching around the strands until he regained control, slipping them into his jacket pockets where they could twitch and curl without concern.

Was he angry? No... and yes. It was all confusing, like much of his life had become. And of course, he still hadn't learnt how to properly understanding his emotions, let alone show them in a way that wasn't violent. He didn't think he was mad at Antonio, just... frustrated.

"...No." he finally said. "At least, I don't think I am. Not really, yanno?"

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A relieved smile spread across Antonio's face upon hearing that, petting Lovino again. "Me alegro. [I'm glad.] I don't want you to hate me..."

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Lovino sighed, giving up. No matter how may times he hit the idiot, Antonio would still keep touching him. And it was, kinda, he guessed, sort of comforting. Only a little bit though.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Rolling his eyes, Lovino finally stepped out of range. "Don't I have a fucking school to show you or something?"

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"Ahaha, I almost forgot!"

Taking the younger male's hand (unconciously noting how much bigger it was than the last time he held Lovino's hand) the Spaniard grinned and walked faster, rounding a block before pointing out a random building.

"So are those the dorms or the classrooms?"

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Antonio's hand was warm, the same callouses there as they'd always been. It was just the same, nothing different, and there was that same spark of electricity Lovino always felt when the older male would grab him, dragging him off to go look at something, usually something stupid. Pushing those feeling away he dragged his feet slightly, trying to make Antonio slow down slightly.

Lovino glanced up at the building, slipping his hand free of Antonio's in the process. Just in case, just in case the moron got any ideas, or anyone saw them. "Girl's dorms, classrooms are that way," he said, pointing down the side of the main building.

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"Ah, I see, I see." The older male continued to smile, not noticing that Lovino had taken his hand back. Even if he had any ideas, it wasn't as if he would know; then again, Antonio wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. Sure, he was passionate, but when it comes to cues and minor details, he missed out on a lot.

"And the boys' dorms? So I can find you next time."

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Crossing his arms, Lovino jerked his head in the opposite direction, at the other brick tower. "That way. But stay the fuck away, I don't you fucking stalking me, freak."