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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 6, 2011 19:45:34 GMT -5
He flushed a bit and pulled away. "Damn bastardo. I am not cute when I sleep!" he said, defensively. He may have been bisexual, but he disliked Spaniards and planned to have no romance or friendship with them.
"Well, we are going to be working together, so napping at the same time may be probable." he added. He looked down a bit.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 20:05:21 GMT -5
Antonio made a disappointed face upon hearing himself be called a bastard, but it went right back to a sly smile when the Italian was getting defensive. "There's no need to get all defensive, mi amigo. I only speak the truth." He winked and proceeded to say, "You should really just appreciate compliments. They can make your day a whole lot better".
He noticed that Lovino was no longer looking at him. Antonio reached over and lifted the other man's chin so he could look into his eyes. "I'll enjoy my siestas with you very much and I hope you'll eventually feel the same as I do." |
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 8, 2011 22:07:34 GMT -5
Lovino scowled. He pulled away and look at the table. "Dammit! Stop flirting with me!" he exclaimed. He was getting on that defensive and pushing people away like he always was with his rude attitude.
He grabbed the now-empty plate of tomatoes and stalked off into the kitchen. He dropped the plate into the sink and began washing the dishes, wondering why he was like this. He disliked the Spanish, so why was he feeling like this? This was not normal for him. He slumped down in the kitchen and sighed. He winced as his back hit the sink but he stayed in that crouched position for a few minutes.
Lovino eventually finished washing all the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen before taking off the apron he wore and hanging it on a hook in the kitchen. He headed out back into the main restaurant. He looked at Antonio. "I apologize for my rude behavior." he said. He avoided looking at Antonio, just because he need to think about everything that had happened that night.
He cleaned up the tables and brought the check over to Antonio before resuming to clean the restaurant. He had to close the restaurant soon, so the whole place had to be clean before he closed.
He swept the floor, humming in Italian. He was a bit tired, but he could bear another little while of work. He liked his work, and even though tomorrow he would start work with Antonio...he couldn't help not being mad.
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