[Lovino Vargas] 4th Bottle of Wine [Video]

[in_italia]

[First order of business. Lovino holds up a cellphone that is clearly too expensive for his tastes, judging by the disgusted way he is regarding and holding it.] So who the fuck wants this thing? Some bastard want to pay me what this piece of crap probably cost?

[He tosses the phone aside, thankfully letting it fall on Spain's bed, and grumbles.]

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[in_italia]

[His brain. Is throbbing. From the annoyance. Fuck it. He aims the gun at Kaoru's shoulder, presses the tip into it actually, and fires.]

[uchimata_ja_nai]

[Anything else he might have been about to say get stuck in somewhere in his throat as he stumbles back against the wall in shock. His hand rises to clutch his shoulder]

You... why...?

((";A; it was never going to work between us!"))

[in_italia]

[No sympathy. None.]

Because you are an annoying little shitstain who needs to learn his fucking place. You'll be earning a couple more of these before you can talk to me like that, jackass. [Translation: He felt like it.]

[[ooc: I feel like I should apologize for this... *rewatches Ouran, works on Hikaru app*]]

[uchimata_ja_nai]

[Okay. Okay. That's... that's blood coming through his fingers. That's okay. It's just like when they'd get scraped knees as kids just... just more of it, is all]

[with a wry, if weak chuckle] Takes one to know one.

((:D))

[in_italia]

I'm sure that'll help you when I put one in closer to your heart. [He loads the gun a third time, and points it dead center at Kaoru's chest.] Take your damn phone and fuck off before I really get pissed, damnit.

[uchimata_ja_nai]

[He can feel the uncomfortable tricking of blood starting to run down his arm, and it hurts to clench his hand - the other one not holding onto his shoulder - around the phone. For a second - just a second - he almost hopes he'll do it. Maybe afterwards he'll wake up in his own bed at home. It will all have been a bad dream, he'll have never been away from home in the first place. But his more rational side - the side that's horrified to even briefly entertain such thoughts - urges him against being so reckless. He lurches away from the wall, leaving a bloody smear behind him and bites his lip against a curse - holy fuck that hurts]

Don't forget to clean up, or Toni'll be mad.

[in_italia]

[Lovi lowers his gun with a groan. This kid's just sad...]

Fuck that. He won't care. He's too stupid to care. You deal with your own shit, I'll deal with mine. [And with that, he retreats back into the room, to await Spain's judgement. Because oh, Spain will care. And it will not be pleasant.]

[uchimata_ja_nai]

[stumbles his way outside but only makes it so far before his vision starts to spin and he ends up slumped against a wall, cursing in pain. Fuck. He never thought he was actually going to do it. Psycho.]