[Active/Closed] Just a little late

[italian_shrieks]

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 looked up from where he was fiddling with his computer, grinning widely as if he just scored the jackpot. It's been ages since he last saw Lovino; he really can't remember how big Lovino has gotten, or if he did lose his baby fat.

Nonetheless, this is an excellent opportunity to catch up with the Italian boy, find out if he had changed a little, or a lot, or not at all.

"Coming, coming!" Getting up, he quickly opened his door and greeted the boy with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Lovinito, it's so good to see you in person after so long!"

[italian_shrieks]

He kissed his cheek. He kissed his cheek! Said cheek quickly turned pink, then red, Lovino's hand balling into a fist which soon met with Antonio's stomach. Looking furious, with a touch of embarrassment, he then used the back of it to rub his cheek, as if erasing the kiss. "Don't fucking do that bastard! And stop calling me that!"

Clearly not much had changed on the Spaniard's part.

[hijodelaluna]

Italian fist meets Spanish stomach, and the taller male grunted before chuckling softly, rubbing his stomach. It wasn't hard enough for him to keel over and whine in pain, but it still stung. Well, at least it was better than a head to the stomach; the Spaniard cringed inwardly when he tried to imagine this older Lovino doing that now. Nuh-uh, no way.

"Ah, nice to meet you too, Lovino... It's really been a while..."

[italian_shrieks]

Flicking his fingers out to lessen the sting, Lovino crossed his arms, still scowling up at Antonio. It had hurt, good. Though he was kind of glad it hadn't hurt the other man to the point of him looking like he was in real pain. That would... well whatever it was it didn't matter. Didn't matter at all.

"Si. What the hell have you even been doing?" Not that he... cared, or anything. It was just, polite small talk, yeah.

[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."

[italian_shrieks]

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.

[hijodelaluna]

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."

[italian_shrieks]

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?"

[hijodelaluna]

"I was just wondering how you and your hermano were faring here," Antonio confessed, scratching his head sheepishly. "I saw the brochure about the Institute in your room and I was curious."

[italian_shrieks]

"You could have just picked up a phone," Lovino shot back, scuffing his foot along the ground as he frowned. "I thought I cut all those stupid things up..."

[hijodelaluna]

"But Padre couldn't remember your number." The Spaniard continued to grin as he turned a bend, glancing at the other buildings. "Then again, he always loses his phone somewhere, so, yeah."

[italian_shrieks]

Rolling his eyes, Lovino followed Antonio. "Idiota..." he murmured, though whether that was directed at his absent grandfather or the man in front of him wasn't clear. "He's as bad as Feliciano..."