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[Lovino Vargas]
Repubblica Italiana (Romano), Italia Romano
[ Lovino Vargas | Pisces | Male | Mid 20s | Personification | Pansexual | 174cm | Single | Brown | Hazel Brown/Light Green ]
"Don't judge me if you don't know me!
I don't wake up every morning to please you!"
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< CHIGI !!
Repubblica Italiana (Romano), Italia Romano
[ Lovino Vargas | Pisces | Male | Mid 20s | Personification | Pansexual | 174cm | Single | Brown | Hazel Brown/Light Green ]
"Don't judge me if you don't know me!
I don't wake up every morning to please you!"
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"Where the fuck are my sunglasses?"
cute roma]
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{{ You're account is so beautiful!! Here goes a (kind of crack) starter. }}
The younger Italian stared at Lovino's bedroom door, his hand on the handle as he was building up the courage to open it. He hoped that Lovino's would not be upset with him and just play along, but knowing the grumpy Italian, he'd most likely be angry.
Feliciano turned the doorknob as he quickly opened the door. The male was wearing water goggles, a tank top, and swim trunks. He was holding a water gun which he used to shoot Lovino with, immediately after he had opened the door. "Where's my ravioli!" He called as he sprayed the grumpy Italian with water.
Feliciano was talking about his lunch, he made that yesterday, specifically for now, for him. It's gone, and that could only mean Lovino ate it, or that he didn't look well in the fridge (again). Since, the only thing comes to mind is that Lovino ate it. This means war
outofluck. Why thank you. ^^ That means a lot to me. And sorry I am replying late. You know, life =_=
- The day seemed to be going rather quietly as Lovino sat in his room, working on some paperwork he had. Like always, he locked himself away in his room, though not literally locking the door. He could never do that, as it was more annoying to have his brother whine on the other side, than to have him come in. Honestly and secretly, Lovino did not mind.
Since he had earbuds in and was listening to some music, Lovino was completely unaware that Feliciano had come inside. At least until it rained and got his paper all wet. Sure, he was irritated about being sprayed but his work!? Honestly, Feliciano had no sense of responsibility at all.
"Fraa-teee-llooo," he slowly growled, hands gripping the side of the desk. Then, Lovino suddenly stood and turned, glaring at the other. "The hell are you doing! Can't you fucking see that I'm filling out work papers!?" He walked over and pushed the gun away, backing Feliciano up to the wall. "What's gotten into you!?"