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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 9:58:02 GMT -5
The screen on his phone lit up again, and Lovino couldn't help but to let out a loud groan, his arms splaying out in front of him on his desk above the stack of papers. The piles were already beginning to slide and crumble in statue, stray few pieces floating downward onto the overcrowded floor once known as the carpet. Lovino watched as the sheets did so with his own hazel olive hues, before the orbs shifted elsewhere to lock onto the electronic device still buzzing annoyingly next to his elbow. The notification label that spelled out the name showed Lovino exactly who was calling him in such a stressful time, and he did not want to pick up... But he knew better. The very person calling him would never give up when it came to getting in contact with his son, and though sometimes he would disguise and hide himself behind his mother's caller id, this time he didn't seem to even bother to do so. Lovino was unsure whether the man had just given up on trying overall, or simply just didn't remember of his own old tricks. With an almost silent sigh, he wrapped his digits along the cellphone and picked it up before answering. "Yeah?"
There was no need for greetings and casual conversation; the boy knew exactly why his father was calling him. Exam season was on its way and he wanted to make sure that the heir of the Vargas family was more than prepared to tackle the said problems that would be thrown at him for the next week. To be bluntly honest he couldn't be sure of that himself, either, but he didn't need the added pressure that he knew was about to come his way. "I know," he groaned, answering to the long lectures his father seemed to love to give him, "si, I'll do my best. I'm studying as we speak--Well, until you called me." Hinting a small venom in his voice and sarcasm, Lovino spat out to the man on the other side of the line, before he was yelled at for his attitude once more. It was all too common now; the boy was just too used to it to care. Nearly half an hour later the man seemed satisfied with himself and finally left the brunet be, and Lovino laid his head on the desk, not minding his chin resting on the wrinkled sheets of paper that littered his desk. He gave one look to the time on his phone and frowned. He had been studying for the past four hours, and his father had the nerve to say he was never doing well enough? Fine, then. Screw it. Grabbing his phone and getting back up on his feet, the Italian stormed out his dorm room, making a mental note to feed Lupo, the stray cat that visited his room, once he came back from his small break. For now however, he needed to get out of the messy place that only made him think of the very hell he was currently stuck in. Without hesitation, the boy opened the unlocked door to his childhood friend's and his roommate's room, and stormed inside without a word. He had done so already several times; it was practically his second home in this chaos of a university. "Antonio, feed me. I'm tired of instant pasta noodles." He blurted out, making himself comfortable on his old friend's bed, eyeing the taller man. Good thing he had the man's work schedule memorized; he didn't know what exactly he did, but managed to figure out on which days he worked and didn't. "Cook me some good carbonara."
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jan 26, 2017 0:29:44 GMT -5
Hearing the door open, Antonio raised his head from the pages sprawled out on his desk and swiveled his chair around slightly to see who'd come in. "Nice to see you too, Lovi," he replied teasingly, watching as his childhood friend made himself comfortable on his bed. He wasn't bothered by the other's bluntness in the slightest, having gotten used to it over the years. It seemed to be how the Italian communicated when comfortable, or at least that was Antonio's theory. "Lo siento, pero... I don't think I have what I need here to make carbonara..." he admitted, sad that he couldn't cater to that request, "Mamá sent up some churros though, if you want some. They're in that tin container y still fresh, so help yourself." The Spaniard pointed over to his nightstand; space was limited in this kind of dorm room because it was divided between two people, so that's just where the container'd ended up coincidentally. He hadn't been snacking on them before bed or anything. "How're things, by the way?" Antonio then asked. "I feel like I haven't asked you that in a while..." He felt a bit bad about that. Usually he tried to keep up to speed on the well-being of his friends, but he was pulling more shifts at work lately thanks to his new position, which meant sleep & homework needed to be crammed into his remaining time. Spending time with Eliza & Francis was easier because they were involved in his work to different degrees, but he realized that he really should make sure he's spending enough time with Lovino so that he didn't start feeling neglected. He never wanted to be the cause of his childhood friend feeling that way.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 9:23:02 GMT -5
Hearing the teasing greeting from the Spaniard didn't phase Lovino one bit, he only acknowledged of it being said with a small nod of his head. When he was told the other didn't have the ingredients to make his requested meal, he nearly groaned. He wanted to tease the other of how little or too much cheese he would throw into the pasta's mix, and that was his first plan to hopefully clear his mind of his annoying parents' demands, but apparently that was off the list almost immediately. When his friend pointed to the nightstand and mentioned of churros however, his eyes lit up almost like an excited puppy. He tried to hide it, but the snack offered too was just as good as the Spaniard's cooking. He helped himself to the nightstand and went for the container, opening it and grinning. "I suppose this will do just fine, then. I will let you get by this time not cooking me my request, but only because I'm feeling generous, got it? Next time you need to be ready to cater to all my requests." With that, he took out a churro and began nibbling at it, relaxing himself on the bed as he did so. He waved his hand in dismissal when the sweetened flavor filled his mouth, and hummed contently, when he was asked how things were recently. "Mmmmng..." He replied at first, the snack still sticking out of his mouth. As if that wasn't a hint enough already. Rolling his eyes at the mention of having not been asked of it in a while, he took a moment to savor the sweetness in his mouth before pulling the snack out momentarily from his mouth to answer. "You haven't been talking to me at all, really. What the hell kind of job would make you too busy to even talk to a childhood friend?" An irritated tone was hinted in his voice, but he kept his aggravation to a minimum, simply deciding to just ask for details for now. It was much better than talking of his own folks, anyway. "Did you finally just get bored of me?"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 18, 2017 22:00:49 GMT -5
The Spaniard just chuckled while his friend helped himself to the churros, used to the other making requests and seeing quite plainly that his self-proclaimed generosity was probably the result of offering him a sugary sweet as an alternative. "Si, si. I'll try to do better next time."
Hearing slight bitterness in the comment that followed about how little they'd been talking lately though, Antonio's amusement quickly left his features and he shrunk inwardly a little, feeling responsible for dropping the ball with that. Before he could even begin trying to explain why work had him so busy, however, he needed to deny the assumption his friend was making about his reasons for not keeping in touch better. It wasn't true, and to be honest, being asked something like that from him hurt. "Que? Get bored of you? Lovino... we've been amigos since we were small... me getting bored of you es not gonna happen at this point," he replied, frowning. He then sighed and ran a hand through his hair, done taking offense because he owed the Italian an explanation and he wasn't sure how to deliver it without being embarrassed as hell. He supposed he could always try being super vague, and only get specific if Lovino wouldn't settle for less... "Look, the truth is... I got offered another position at work, that I can do on nights they don't need me to go in as a bouncer," he started, sure he'd mentioned being a bouncer at a club before to him, at least at some point. "I took it for the added pay, pero... it means there're lots of nights I only get in late from work, and still need to make sure homework's done, then sleep, find energy for class..." He trailed off, not liking admitting the toll it all took on him sometimes because he needed the income to stay enrolled there, then made sure to look him in the eye with sincerity. "That doesn't excuse me losing touch with a good amigo though, y for that, lo siento, Lovi. You didn't deserve that distance."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 10:06:26 GMT -5
Letting out a huffing grunt of a breath when he was assured the Spaniard would attempt to 'do better' next time, Lovino pushed the churro back into his mouth and gave it a few nibbles. There was nothing to say anymore. He just wanted to hear what Antonio had to say for an excuse for having cut off contact with him for what seemed like forever. At first, he blamed school's courses for dumping a shit ton worth of work on their students, but as time went on, it became more apparent that that wasn't exactly all to blame. And unlike his Spaniard friend, the Italian had no need to work to gather enough money for tuition or lavishing himself with treats, so the concept of being too busy with such didn't quite fit right for him to fully grasp the concept. "Que? Get bored of you? Lovino... we've been amigos since we were small... me getting bored of you es not gonna happen at this point."
Hearing Antonio's reply to his initial guess made Lovino pause momentarily in his nibbling actions. His eyes fixed on the other before they shifted away hesitantly, trying to play it off as him rolling his eyes and looking annoyed. When in reality, he was much relieved more than anything. Lovino wasn't sure if he would've been able to handle it if he was told that his guess was spot on. As the other mentioned, they were childhood friends, and one Lovino still considered a close one despite their ups and downs. Antonio was the one Lovino could trust in speaking of any topic with, and not feel belittled or judged in a negative manner. Not the same could be said for his family. "Then why? If it's not being bored of me, then you should have one mindblowing hell of an excuse to cut connection with me like you've done for the past few."
Lovino inquired, finishing up the sweet snack he had been nibbling on like a rodent or some sort of rabbit. He raised a brow when Antonio sighed and continued, explaining his situation regarding his job. Ah, so he wasn't exactly too far off. Apparently, a job was more important than talking to him. Childishly the Italian found himself in such thought, his brows furrowing slightly. "I took it for the added pay, pero... it means there're lots of nights I only get in late from work, and still need to make sure homework's done, then sleep, find energy for class..." Lovino kept quiet as Antonio trailed off, seemingly to take a pause in his line and be in thought. He didn't bother to urge or push him to continue; at least for the Italian, he had all night to hang out in this dormitory room. " That doesn't excuse me losing touch with a good amigo though, y for that, lo siento, Lovi. You didn't deserve that distance."
"It really doesn't. And if you're really in that much need of money, you know you can always tell me? I have more than enough to shove into your face?"
With such different looks on money itself, Lovino still struggled to understand the lengths his friend would go to gather it. If by him giving him the money he worked oh so hard for and the Spaniard would have more time to hang out with him as he used to in the old days, Lovino was more than happy to provide such wealth as a gift.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on May 21, 2017 21:22:47 GMT -5
Antonio shook his head at the offer. It hadn't even crossed his mind to ask his friend, even if the other came from wealth & had money to spare. He wasn't sure if Lovino would expect the money back eventually, and even if he didn't, he didn't want to be accepting money from anyone while he was capable of generating it himself. "I couldn't ask that of you, Lovi. I.... I can do this, I just need to find a better rhythm, a better balance, with these jobs. That way I can keep on top of what's important: grades, sleep, y friendships."
He reached for a churro too, & munched on it contemplatively. He supposed, if things started slipping through the cracks again, he may be forced to take Lovino up on his offer... but he wouldn't let it come to that if he could help it. After a short pause, he spoke up again, a small grateful smile on his face. "Gracias for offering though, amigo. It's reassuring to know you're still in my corner, even though I haven't been there for you like I should lately."
The Spaniard was a little nervous offering, unsure how Lovino would react, but they were already sort of hanging out so he figured it couldn't hurt. "I'm done classes for the day and not working later, if you don't have anywhere else to be right now y want to hang out n' catch up. I really do wanna know how you've been lately, adjusting to academic life." Despite knowing Lovino probably found it annoying at times, he'd always been a bit protective of him as the elder friend. He knew it wasn't always easy for the Italian to make new friends & to feel comfortable/like he fit in, so he felt compelled to make sure he was doing okay.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 12:27:43 GMT -5
The seemingly permanent frown only deepened when Lovino saw his friend shake his head at his offer to give money. But that was what Antonio needed, right? Despite all being said, in the end, one only worked for some cash... Was he wrong? His father sure seemed to have proven to him as so. Despite so, he kept quiet as Antonio spoke to him, blinking and holding the metal can out for his friend when he reached over for a churro for himself. "I couldn't ask that of you, Lovi. I.... I can do this, I just need to find a better rhythm, a better balance, with these jobs. That way I can keep on top of what's important: grades, sleep, y friendships."
"Obviously," Lovino grunted at that, a tone of annoyance still lingering in his voice, still irritated at Antonio's lack of time management. He placed the can back on the nightstand after closing it so the sweets wouldn't change flavor from exposure, only turning to look back to his Spaniard friend when he began speaking again after giving his own churro a few munches. "Gracias for offering though, amigo. It's reassuring to know you're still in my corner, even though I haven't been there for you like I should lately."
"Hmph..." Lovino huffed, crossing his arms and making himself further comfortable on the bed he sat himself on. From a distance, he looked like a pouting child, though essentially that was exactly what he was at the moment. The younger brunet would've only needed some puffed out cheeks to complete the classic stereotypical look. Not bothering taking his shoes off, he also lifted his feet and crossed them on Antonio's bed where he sat, just as Antonio continued. "I'm done classes for the day and not working later, if you don't have anywhere else to be right now y want to hang out n' catch up. I really do wanna know how you've been lately, adjusting to academic life."
"Oh, so now you're interested in my life." The Italian grumbled sarcastically, closing his eyes and turning his head dramatically as if that would actually point out how upset he was to the other. As if his friend wouldn't already know. "I've been frigging great. Just great. I lose a roommate, I can't get a girlfriend, my childhood friend is too busy to talk to me unless I break into his room like today, exams are a pain in the ass and my dad doesn't know the definition of privacy. Life is just so fucking fantastic right now."
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 7, 2017 0:14:32 GMT -5
Antonio supposed he deserved that cut about only now showing interest in his friend, though he still shrunk back a little in his chair, feeling bad all over again. He knew he’d neglected Lovino & that was his fault, but he’d already apologized & sworn not to get so caught up in other things that he neglects the important people in his life again. “You didn’t break in... I left the door unlocked. I most always do during the day, in case any of mi amigos wanna visit...” he replied in a halfhearted attempt to defend himself, more trying to simply correct the statement than really cast any blame on the other for not just popping in randomly sooner. Hearing the Italian’s other grievances though, the Spaniard wasn’t about to dwell only on the one involving himself. It sounded like the other was having a rough go, so he frowned, sad to hear that. He wanted to jump right into positives, like how Lovino would most certainly land a girlfriend because he was attractive and fun to be around, and how getting a room meant for two to himself could be a good thing. That tended to be his first instinct when anyone was upset; however... he knew that optimism right from the get-go without acknowledging complications wasn’t always the best approach with Lovi. That being said, Antonio decided against just launching into possible upsides to what was obviously upsetting him. He’d try just getting a better feel for what Lovino was feeling instead, first, since he had reassurances on hand and could always bring them out as need be. “Lo siento, Lovi. Did you... maybe wanna talk about any of that? Get it off your chest?” he ventured, unsure if the other would take the invitation to vent. Venting also meant sharing, and... maybe he was still too mad at him for that.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 11:21:41 GMT -5
“You didn’t break in... I left the door unlocked. I most always do during the day, in case any of mi amigos wanna visit...”
Lovino was still being over dramatic when Antonio decided to correct him, making him quickly cast him a glance, his eyes still narrowed in a glare. He kept silent, his anger only bottling up within as his childhood friend spoke, not wanting to blow up in his face. At least, not yet. Regardless, the correction still ticked him off even more, as he silently growled within. So it was his fault? Antonio was the one with the insane schedule, not him. The reason they've been lacking the social interaction was Lovino's fault? His friend made no correction regarding the misunderstanding phrase, so when he decided to just move on to Lovino's many complaints, the younger male gritted his teeth.
“Lo siento, Lovi. Did you... maybe wanna talk about any of that? Get it off your chest?”
"So you can just talk back and piss me off even more?" Lovino growled finally, making it known that he had misunderstood the phrase Antonio had spoken before. The boy on the bed realized his vision blurring and he quickly raised his hand to wipe at his eyes, feeling the tears stick to the back of his hands when he did so. He was upset, and the stress he was being put under finally just opened its floodgates. That, and Antonio's comment, only pushed him over edge. "Screw you... You're just like all of them. You're going to just leave me alone in this damned hell and enjoy your own stressfree life. You're just like all the others, bastard..."
Pulling his legs to hug them against his chest, Lovino buried his face into his knees and tried to stiffle his weeping breaths. The only reason he was in this school to begin with was because his parents practically forced him in. Practically bribed whoever they needed to and shoved their son into the system where they expected him to graduate with flying colors and take over the family business. One in which, frankly, Lovino had no interest in. He thought Antonio knew all this; he spoke to the other several times about it throughout their childhood. It didn't help that Lovino's father insisted he only hung out with 'children with promising futures', so it was difficult for the younger to sneak around the rule and still hang out with his childhood best friend. Even when he was forced into this school, he found comfort in the fact he could be with his childhood friend and latched onto the sense of stability that fact provided, yet now, he was losing that as well. Because as Lovino saw it, Antonio was over him. He was living his own enjoyable life, leaving the past in the dust. And that selfish thought terrified Lovino to no end.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 18, 2017 22:34:34 GMT -5
From the defensive accusation Lovino threw back at him while looking quite angry & upset, Antonio realized that correcting him maybe hadn’t been the brightest thing to do, even if he hadn’t meant for it to seem like he was casting blame. The Italian had obviously taken it that way and was curling in on himself, closing himself off to hide the tears that refused to let up after he’d tried wiping them away... the tears that the Spaniard had caused by speaking carelessly & not considering the likelihood that he would misunderstand the intent of his words. He felt absolutely horrible. “Talk back? Lovi, I think you misunderstand...” he began, scrambling to rectify this. “I wasn’t trying to say es your fault for not visiting whenever you wanted to... I just wanted to clear up that my door’s rarely locked when I’m here—which, I’m realizing now, was probably a bit of a pointless thing to point out.” Unsure if he’d cleared things up at all or made anything better with that, Antonio carefully got up & moved to sit on the bed next to Lovino’s curled up form. He wanted to wrap an arm around him & pull him close reassuringly, but fearing that might not be received well right now (& wanting to respect the Italian’s usual wish for personal space), he chose to lightly lean against him instead. “Mi vida would not be nearly as enjoyable without you in it, y know how I know that? Because when you came through the door before wanting food, it was so typical—y pleasantly familiar—it was like we’d never stopped hanging out. That’s what the best of friendships are supposed to be like, Lovi.”
Figuring that maybe being more direct with his feelings might help drive the point home, Antonio continued. “We’ve been amigos since we were little, which makes you special to me—a precious friend. There would have to be something very wrong with me to even consider wanting to leave you out of this vida of mine.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 9:50:06 GMT -5
Ever since they were children, Lovino feared of the day he figured would come of which Antonio would leave him, prefer to hang out with those that he would find himself getting along with better than a spoiled brat as he was and still is to this day. He was still hugging his knees to his own chest and giving off soft whimpering noises as he attempted to stifle the weeping, when he heard the Spaniard begin to blabber on in an attempt to take back what he said. By this point, Lovino was barely even paying attention to the other, closing in to block out reality as he always did in stressful situations. It was only when he felt the presence of his friend move from the chair at his desk to the bed Lovino currently sat on that he got himself to remember that his friend was still present in the room... Of course he was. Lovino cursed under his breath, reminding himself he was still in the Spaniard's room. He didn't come all the way here to have a breakdown in front of him; that was far from something on his list of things he wished to have done.
Lovino only gave a small squeak when he felt the weight against him once Antonio leaned against lightly, making him sniffle and peek out from behind his knees where he buried his face in attempts to hide the tears. In a small attempt to keep up a strong barrier in between the two from letting Antonio know fully (though it was very likely it was impossible to do so now) that he was still struggling to get out of his own enclosed breakdown, he grumbled between his whimpering noises, "You're heavy, dammit..." before he was cut off when the other began speaking, supposedly not hearing the small comment the Italian spat out in a feeble defense.
“Mi vida would not be nearly as enjoyable without you in it, y know how I know that? Because when you came through the door before wanting food, it was so typical—y pleasantly familiar—it was like we’d never stopped hanging out. That’s what the best of friendships are supposed to be like, Lovi.”
"...."
The glossy eyes still blurring his vision from being able to read the expression on his friend's face was something Lovino tried to get rid of by pushing his face back against his own knees once more after hearing him speak. In a sense, he felt relief being able to hear it from Antonio that things hadn't seemed to have changed, seeing it was something he tried to make seem as so when he walked in for the first time in what seemed like forever into this room. Lovino, however, didn't respond back with words himself, only keeping up his own silent responses of soft uncontrollable noises coming from his sniffling as Antonio seemed to have decided to continue on talking.
“We’ve been amigos since we were little, which makes you special to me—a precious friend. There would have to be something very wrong with me to even consider wanting to leave you out of this vida of mine.”
"...I don't understand half the words you're saying, bastard." Lovino finally responded after what seemed like a long silent pause, finally peeking out towards Antonio once more. Of course, it was a lie; he wouldn't tell his friend he had been picking up on Spanish from hints and words here and there from the Spaniard himself, but he needed something to say back, and it was the first that came to mind that wouldn't make it seem as if he was still struggling to get out his own problems without pushing the other away too much. At least fresh tears seemed to stop coming to his eyes, making it easier for him to make out the facial features of his friend. "Why do I have to be the one to have to visit your room every damn time, if you care so much as you say you do?"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Nov 9, 2017 17:19:13 GMT -5
Despite knowing full well that Lovino could understand him just fine when it came to his commonly spoken Spanish words, Antonio didn’t call him out on it, and probably never would. He knew that lying and downplaying his familiarity with Spanish was just one of the Italian’s halfhearted ways of trying to push him away without actually wanting to succeed. Thankfully he’d had years to learn to see through those knee-jerk reaction words for what they usually were: just filler words that sounded annoyed out of habit. He was probably properly annoyed with him though, not so much about the Spanish words here & there but about being the only one making an effort to visit lately. “It’s not that I don’t care enough to visit,” Antonio began, wanting to stress again that that wasn’t the case. “Working two different late-night jobs means when I get home I sometimes need to work on assignments... which means I need to sleep during the day between classes whenever I have the chance to function............. which makes for not a lot of time to see friends...”He trailed off, knowing how bad it sounded. It was neglectful to his health to be throwing off his sleep like that, neglectful to his relationships to be constantly busy either working or recuperating from late nights, and neglectful to his grades to be running himself down like that. “Maybe I can quit one of my jobs,” he reasoned, gaze in his lap while he thought it over. If he had to choose something to cut out, being an occasional bouncer paid less than being on stage did. His performing nights were also pretty set and unlikely to expand/take up more of his time. “That would make things less hectic, y give me more time for schoolwork, sleep, you, n’ Francis separate from work prep.”
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He doesn't realize his mistake yet of just admitting to spending time with Francis, even if it was mostly for help with getting ready for work x'D
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 10:17:34 GMT -5
“It’s not that I don’t care enough to visit."
Lovino rolled his eyes when Antonio began explaining himself, sighing dramatically as he did so just to add emphasis to his annoyance. It was as if he was listening to his parents talk to him; they deny whatever claim Lovino put on them first, then follow it up with excuses that only prove otherwise that Lovino's claims were true in the beginning. Prepared for such occurrence, Lovino had to hold himself back from groaning when Antonio continued on. They're all the same, he thought to himself. All of them, they were all the same.
“Working two different late-night jobs means when I get home I sometimes need to work on assignments... which means I need to sleep during the day between classes whenever I have the chance to function............. which makes for not a lot of time to see friends...”
Hearing his friend trail off after explaining himself, Lovino scowled, not saying a single word back to hold a conversation just yet. He was still in his own mind, taunting himself of people eventually leaving him after they had enough of him, or once Lovino got them all they wanted by using his money.
How grand... Lovino thought to himself as he half-heartedly listened to Antonio ponder of quitting one of his jobs.
"Yeah, whatever. You do your own thing; I am just going to be here still offering money cause that's all I'm good for, apparently."
How many years have I known you? Way more than anybody else in this school who ain't related to me, that's for sure. All this time I was just a thing to keep you busy only when you were a bored child, I guess.
A small grin appeared on his face as he thought of such to himself, as Antonio and he both fell into an awkward silence pause. Lovino was about to just get up and leave, when Antonio spoke again, making him stop himself to at least listen to what strange excuse other than the obvious that Antonio had to offer.
“That would make things less hectic, y give me more time for schoolwork, sleep, you, n’ Francis separate from work prep.”
"...Francis?" Lovino asked when the name caught his attention. It wasn't necessarily who the person was; heck, Lovino had no idea who the person mentioned even was. By the way Antonio stated, it was clear it was someone in the same workplace as him, but even then, Lovino couldn't wrap his mind around why the name was being mentioned just now. What did this 'Francis' dude have anything to do with their current conversation.
Evermore, he obviously had time for this 'Francis' dude. It only showed how much Antonio really seemed to honestly care about his and Lovino's relationship, after all.
"Who the hell is that? Are you telling me you have time to spare for this person, and will make more time to him as well once you can get more free time from quitting your job?" He growled, his eyes narrowing angrily towards the Spaniard, "No, seriously, who is that? Some new friend of yours? A replacement for me? It's my fault I can't go and visit you every single damn day, so you go and find a replacement? So you don't need me around anymore?"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 12, 2018 13:23:35 GMT -5
Antonio somehow found the restraint not to answer Lovino’s comment about only being kept around for money handouts, though he did shoot him a reproachful look for that. If that were true, he’d have taken his money at every turn and wouldn’t be turning it down now. In fact, he’d only ever accepted the Italian’s money for small things, like if they were hanging out and he casually treated him to ice cream. Nothing that would justify him implying they were only still friends because of potential financial benefits. Lovino’s reaction to his mention of Francis, however, was more than a tad dramatic and spiralling into assumptions that just weren’t true. Plus it had Antonio frowning in confusion. Francis was not a new person in his life—he was another longtime friend, though not a mutual one. “Lovi, please calm down,” he started, flinching a bit at the angry accusations. “Francis isn’t a new friend, and he isn’t a replacement for you. He’s my other childhood friend.” He was sure he’d mentioned him from time to time over the years, granted thinking back, Lovino had seemed less than enthused whenever he’d mentioned maybe playing all three of them. Still, they should have met at his birthday parties... “He really doesn’t ring a bell? He looked kinda feminine back then, short blond hair, blue eyes...”“He’s taking cosmetology here now, so he’s been helping me, um--” He stuttered over his explanation, realizing he maybe shouldn’t go that route. Saying the Frenchman helped with his hair might lead to suspicious looks, since the styling and highlights usually got rinsed out, returned to as close to his typical hairstyle as possible, and covered with caps/hoodies if needed so as to be minimally noticeable the next day. It should be the other way around, just revealing the benefit to Francis. “--I’ve been helping him practice his trade from time to time, pero nada permanent.” That didn’t really explain his previous mentioning of seeing Francis for work prep (or why it probably now seemed like he made some time for the blond & hair styling, but not Lovino), but he could have meant Francis’s work prep. Truthfully, he was scared the Italian would be secretly (or openly) disgusted & think differently of him with the truth about his workplace and role there, which would be exposed in revealing Francis’s real involvement.
@puchi
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