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[italian_honour]

È tornato.


Lovino had sent a text out to his employees to take the day off; he'd be damned if he was getting out of bed today. >
 

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[tomatomatonio]

Antonio returned to the room, bearing a tray carefully arranged with what would hopefully be a very good breakfast for Lovino. An omlette sandwich, topped with fresh chopped tomatoes and melted cheese. Coffee. Tomato juice. He hoped it would cheer him up, and maybe partially make up for just a little bit of the week he'd had.

"Lovi! Breakfast!" He cheerfully smiled, marvelling at how cute the Italian was, all stretched out on the bed. Cute enough to take a picture.

[italian_honour]

Lovi groaned and rolled onto his side, fixing the Spaniard with a look still muddled by sleep and laziness.
His eyes traveled down to the tray of food, and the Italian generously devoted enough energy to wave at the bedside table.

"I'll eat in a sec."
And with that he shifted back onto his stomach again and let his eyes fall closed.

[tomatomatonio]

Toni put the tray where he was instructed. And then snapped the picture he had been wanting to with the Poleroid camera slung around his neck.

Grinning widely, he plopped down on the bed, waving the drying picture with gusto. He leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "You're so cute, Lovi"

[italian_honour]

A click and the silent churning of a printed photograph that followed was all it took for Lovino to wake up. Instantly.
He knew those sounds and he knew them well.

"You little shit! You god damn ask before you take a photo, and not of- not of this!" He stretched across Antonio to reach for the offending photo, but was pushed back (he would not say subdued) by the kiss planted against his cheek.

"Rip it up! You're a fucking creep, 'Tonio."