Fourth plate of pasta

[pizzaitaliana]

[Backdated to March 17th]

[Felicia Vargas is one determined woman on a mission. She's also a cowed nation on a mission, so she decides to play it safe.

Lovigna will find her hospital room bombarded with one delivery of flowers after the other, all of them red and white with, of course, green leaves. She will also find them delivered by deliverymen

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[signorasimpatia]

[The first delivery has her very confused. By the third delivery, she'd gotten the basic jist. By the fifth, it was painfully obvious and rather annoying. By the seventh, she was on the verge of nagging Loka into bringing her a gun. And now when Felicia appears, she gets a cold, harsh glare from Lovigna. It hasn't quite clicked what day today is, but it's fairly obvious this is a ploy to get back on good terms with her. Haha, not happening.] W... w-what the fuck is it... c-cagna....?

[pizzaitaliana]

[Felicia titters nervously at the swear word which she would normally take as an endearment, but she knows it's an insult for real this time. She approaches the bed, holding the present against her chest like a shield.] Happy Birthday, to... Lovigna. [This is probably not the time for cutesy nicknames.]

[signorasimpatia]

[She huffs and turns her back on Feli pointedly.] F-fuck you... [Maybe if she waits it out, Feli will just leave the present and fuck off.]

[pizzaitaliana]

[Felicia just clings more desperately to her present.] Ve... ve... [Deep breath. Smile. You can do it, girl!] Would you like to go to the garden? I brought proper clothes and I could push you around in a wheelchair... You shouldn't have to be stuck in this stuffy room on our birthday...