Date *RP*
So this was a, like, real date. He and Antonio. Going together somewhere to do some... somehow morbid stuff.
Lovino didn't even know how on earth he had ended up spending some of his time staring at himself in the mirror to choose a certain t-shirt instead of another. Really, who cared, they were just going to the park, to sit down, enjoy the last ( Read more... )
Lovino didn't even know how on earth he had ended up spending some of his time staring at himself in the mirror to choose a certain t-shirt instead of another. Really, who cared, they were just going to the park, to sit down, enjoy the last ( Read more... )
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His eyes lit up as he caught sight of Lovino, the smile on his face brightening even more. He waved as best he could with both hands full, feeling his heart skip a beat as he got closer. At times, he felt that he was still dreaming, and that reality would give him an ugly slap across the cheek soon. Had Lovino really accepted his affections? And they were... going out?
"You're early!" He said cheerfully, leaning forward and kissing Lovino's forehead lightly. Clearly, he was oblivious to the fact that he was quite late.
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Which was technically wrong, because Italians had their own peculiar conception about being on time as well.
But this time, admittedly, Lovino had arrived only a few minutes late - and still earlier than Antonio, anyway. It was probably because he was so worried about the date itself, that he had started getting ready quite early. Even though he hadn't brought anything, he realized as he glanced at the basket Antonio was holding.
W-well, this was their first actual date, mistakes were allowed, dammit, weren't they?!
He accepted the kiss sheepishly - what was he supposed to do? Kiss him back? He sort of felt like he wanted to kiss him back, but...
"Should I, uh... carry one of those?" he asked, looking away.
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"You look nice," he said, smiling warmly, and maybe even a bit sheepishly.
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"Fine. Carry them yourself, then!" he hissed, arms now crossed on his chest.
Only a week before, had Antonio asked him to help him carrying something, he would have yelled that he was nobody's goddamned sherpa. And now this.
...and it had nothing to do with the fact that he would have wanted to hold Antonio's hand.
But fiiiine, if the idiot wanted to keep his stuff. Too bad that this exercise wasn't going to make his brain-muscles grow.
"Grazie." he mumbled at Antonio's compliment. "You too."
Antonio looked good, today. He looked... so happy. And that made Lovino want to hold his hand even more, but he wasn't going to tell the idiot, oh no.
"Let's go sit somewhere on the grass."
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Laughter that was almost howls followed, as Antonio was deathly, tragically ticklish. He immediately let go of Lovino, falling back on the grass and squirming to get away.
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"Who's the one who will behave better, now?" he teased, leaning down towards him, while his smile started looking almost playful.
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Lovino's smile made him smile in return, though. "That was dirty."
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Now, though, he wasn't given much space to move, and he started realizing that he was still sitting on Antonio, in what could be seen as a... questionable position, to say the least.
He pouted, trying to ignore the blush which was obviously coloring his cheeks.
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They had left their spot in the garden, at some point, when the food had finished and they couldn't just lay down lazying in the sun.
Now they had reached the beach, and Lovino was holding his shoes in one hand, while the fingers of the other hand were laced with Antonio's. He felt strangely peaceful and relaxed, a bit tired, maybe, and for some reason having the other boy's hand held in his own didn't feel awkward nor weird, now.
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The basket was swung over his shoulder carelessly, his shoes somewhere inside of it. Under that same arm, his guitar was carefully balanced. His free hand held Lovino's gently. Everything was perfect, and then the Spaniard had to go and open his mouth.
"How did you cope while I was gone? I know you must have missed me a lot," he said, beaming.
(( Let's just assume Toni went home for a while while I was gone? :3 ))
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Lovino turned to Antonio, eyebrow raised.
"You know it. Good for you. And of course I didn't." he replied promptly, kicking some sand with his foot.
"I can fucking take care of myself and surely I'm not a brat like my stupid brother who can randomly start crying in the night if he doesn't have his potato-boy next to him." he growled.
"And anyway things were boring, just as always. And weird. I think some crap happened but nobody cares to explain, so whatever." he shrugged.
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"I missed you," he said faintly, fingertips brushing Lovino's upper arm idly.
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