Here, have your "Lovi love" XDitalian_honourJuly 21 2009, 03:06:11 UTC
It wasn't often that Romano found himself in a situation like this. His classes had finished for the day- or at least, the classes he actually felt like attending- and he had nothing more to do than return back to the apartment. If all went well, Feliciano would still be out designing tacky clothes and hanging with tacky friends, leaving Romano to raid the fridge and collapse in front of the tv without the annoying whines and "Ve"s trailing through the house
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Yay~ Lovi Love=Epic win BTW XDmustlovetomatoJuly 21 2009, 03:37:17 UTC
(ooc: Feel free to cuss at will XD I'm not to worried about it and the rules only say we have to mark it if its above pg-13. And I wanna call Romano Lovi so bad~ I need to come up with another nickname quick 'oTL
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And in second place comes Italian excuses! XDitalian_honourJuly 21 2009, 04:22:31 UTC
The bell tinkled over his head and Romano knew, then and there, that he'd passed the point of no return. Antonio had spotted him, and now there was no escape
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Antonio opened his mouth to reply but however he heard someone call for his attention and he was forced to deal with them. His smile wavered lightly but he managed to keep it in place only through years of practice. He held up a single finger for the universal sign for wait a moment before heading off and taking care of the customers needs. Thankfully all they needed was a refill in drinks and so he could return his attention back to the Italian
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WHERE'S THE UNDIVIDED ATTENTION?italian_honourJuly 22 2009, 00:04:23 UTC
Romano rolled his eyes when the other hurried off again. Antonio was always making things so much more difficult than they had to be. He wasn't in the mood to select delicate wines and wait around for them to bring it out. How long did it seriously have to take to pour wine into a glass? All he wanted was something decent enough to combat the growing migraine and constant reminder that he was surrounded by retards. Actually perhaps a strong spirit may have been better...
In the short time it took Antonio to return, Romano had shifted to a more comfortable position with his head resting in his palm and elbow on the table. The wine menu had hardly been touched and lay a few inches from his arm, evidently rejected for having very little in the way of Italian selection. He raised his head to talk, only to find that Antonio had disappeared off again. Godamnit I was here first! They can wait!
Impatient and wanting to sleep, Romano plucked up the wine menu again. Something like Aglianico would have been perfect..or even Nero d'Avola...
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But I have other customers~mustlovetomatoJuly 22 2009, 00:27:48 UTC
Antonio chuckled as he heard Romano's voice cut through his concentration. He should have known by now that while the Italian was around he wouldn't be able to deal with anyone else or hear the complaints for it. Antonio nodded to acknowledge that he had heard the other man before heading back into the kitchen. He checked on the progress of the other's order before heading to the back and grabbing a red wine out of the fridge and making sure it was Italian made
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That's more like it >3italian_honourJuly 22 2009, 00:55:15 UTC
Had it actually worked? Was Antonio going to wait him and...no one else? Romano was a little taken back, he hadn't expected the Spaniard's puppy-dog 'loyalty' to stretch that far, and had no problem ignoring the other less impressed customers. This was simply the equivalent to 'mates rates' and Romano paid with something more precious than money and time- his sanity. He was quite sure that if anyone managed to drive him completely insane, it would be Antonio.
The apology went right over his head as Romano took up the bottle of wine and inspected it thoroughly. Was it possible that he'd entirely overlooked this on the selection? Unless Antonio had been hiding it from him, that bastard! Curious, he brought the tip of the glass to his lips to taste the wine itself. It wasn't that bad at all. Of course it's good, He concluded to himself with a grin, It's proper Italian!
"Hey..." The glass was tilted towards Antonio, "Where'd you get this from?"
You're luck your my little LovimustlovetomatoJuly 22 2009, 01:13:58 UTC
Antonio watched Romano out of the corner of his eye and his lips twitched up in a close lipped smile as the other man inspected the bottle. He knew there was 'special' set of wines in the back that was reserved for people that he, and the manager, deemed were worth opening a bottle for. Which meant that Antonio would be replacing it with a chunk of his check but that didn't matter to him right now and so pushed it to the back of his mind
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All he wanted was something decent enough to combat the growing migraine and constant reminder that he was surrounded by retards.
Actually perhaps a strong spirit may have been better...
In the short time it took Antonio to return, Romano had shifted to a more comfortable position with his head resting in his palm and elbow on the table. The wine menu had hardly been touched and lay a few inches from his arm, evidently rejected for having very little in the way of Italian selection.
He raised his head to talk, only to find that Antonio had disappeared off again. Godamnit I was here first! They can wait!
Impatient and wanting to sleep, Romano plucked up the wine menu again. Something like Aglianico would have been perfect..or even Nero d'Avola... ( ... )
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Romano was a little taken back, he hadn't expected the Spaniard's puppy-dog 'loyalty' to stretch that far, and had no problem ignoring the other less impressed customers.
This was simply the equivalent to 'mates rates' and Romano paid with something more precious than money and time- his sanity. He was quite sure that if anyone managed to drive him completely insane, it would be Antonio.
The apology went right over his head as Romano took up the bottle of wine and inspected it thoroughly. Was it possible that he'd entirely overlooked this on the selection? Unless Antonio had been hiding it from him, that bastard!
Curious, he brought the tip of the glass to his lips to taste the wine itself. It wasn't that bad at all. Of course it's good, He concluded to himself with a grin, It's proper Italian!
"Hey..." The glass was tilted towards Antonio, "Where'd you get this from?"
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