Fandom Soap?
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Thread Topic: Fandom Soap?
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Antonio blushed bright red. When their hands had brushed together, he'd been a split second away from reaching for the Italian's hand before he pulled it away. The Spaniard cough a little, smiled, and sat down on the ground. "Mhm. Gorro's a big grump and he doesn't usually like new people, but you must be an exception."
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Lovino nodded, distracted when he noticed Antonio was blushing as well. "Sorry, I didn't mean to...sorry." He mumbled, wishing he'd just kept quiet immediately afterward. He just kept making things worse..
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"No, no," Antonio waved his hand dismissively, staring down at the hay-covered floor. "It's fine, Lovi."
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Lovino nodded and gave Gorro one last pat. "I should actually probably go.." He said with a small sigh. "They'll kill me if I don't get around to checking on the other acts."
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Antonio felt that he'd ruined his chances of being close to Lovino, after this encounter. It had felt awkward the entire time. "Okay, I understand.. I'll see you tomorrow, then," he breathed, referring to the show the next evening.
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Lovino nodded, frowning slightly at the mention of the show. "Right...tomorrow." He sighed, then looked up at Antonio. He bit his lip guiltily, it looked like he'd upset the Spaniard somehow. He stepped towards the exit, and as he passed Antonio, Lovino stretched his fingers out, grazing Antonio's hand again the slightest bit before quickly walking out and towards the lions' wagon.
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Antonio pursed his lips, trying to decide whether the little brush of his hand had been on purpose. The Spaniard felt like all of his emotions were mixed up, and all these random touches were making his face red.
He waited until Lovino was gone for a few minutes before finally stading up. By then, Gorro had fallen back asleep, so he quietly left, going back to his own wagon. -
Lovino hesitated a few yards back from where the lion trainer's stood with their animals, whips in hand. Lovino had been told that they were just for show, but he wasn't so sure. "Hey, kid, what're you doing over here?" One of the trainers demanded, noticing the young ringmaster and crossing his arms. "Just came to check on the act." He muttered, narrowing his eyes.
One of the lionesses padded forward, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she regarded the stranger. Lovino had been around the lions before, but he liked to keep his distance, and when the lioness growled at him he swallowed nervously, shuffling back. The trainor laughed. "Don't tell me you're scared!" Lovino blushed and clenched his fists. "I am not!" The trainor shook his, still chuckling. "Well, you can get a move on, kid. We're all fine here." He scratched behind the golden cat's ears with one hand and shooed Lovino away with the other.
The Italian walked quickly, all too eager to get away from that particular group. He already regretted not staying with Antonio. He swore, one of these days either the transit or the lion was going to get to him. He shuddered and kept walking. -
*trainer, not transit, sorry
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Antonio decided to get dressed at that point, once he was back into his wagon. He went through his drawers, deciding it was warm enough to wear shorter pants and a shirt. He pulled on a pair of trousers that he'd self-tailored to end above the knee, along with a button-up whitish-yellowish short sleeve shirt.
The Spaniard didn't usually wear these pants, because they were too messy for a show, but when he did wear them it showed off a particular tattoo on his leg. Reaching up his left leg was the colorful image of an African elephant dressed in circus garb, standing on its hind legs and balancing a rubber ball on its trunk. The image was slightly distorted by its position on his leg, as it began above his ankle and ended a few inches below his knee. The tattoo was something he'd gotten for himself a few years before, when he first started training Gorro in a smaller circus. -
After a quick check on the horses, and another few lectures from a particular acrobat, Lovino was finished with his morning work, and he had a bit of free time. He wanted to go back to the elephant wagon, but he Antonio was probably busy training the elephants. He wouldn't want to get in the way, and he also wasn't sure what he'd say after the little hand incident earlier. He hadn't even meant to do it really, it was just impulse. Antonio was probably the only person Lovino felt close to, so the Italian brushed it off as feelings of friendship, although he was starting to doubt that.
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From down the line of wagons, Antonio heard Gorro trumpeting, and assumed it just meant the creature was hungry. Dressed in more suitable clothing, the Spaniard set out to leave the wagon again. Just as he reached the door, there was a knock, and he swung it open to be greeted with the sight of one of the ballerinas, out of breath and looking panicked.
"What's wrong?" He asked her, his eyebrows knitted together in worry.
She replied by gesturing to the end of the line of wagons. "The elephant, he--" she breathed, having apparently ran there, "he tipped his wagon, it's on its side," she finished. In the same moment that she finished, Antonio was passing her through the doorway, and running to the last wagon. He couldn't see Gorro at all, as the only barred walls were facing the ground and sky, but he could hear the elephant. There were other preformers who had emerged from their own wagons and practices, covering their ears and staring expectantly at the Spaniard who was just looking flavergasted at the wagon. -
Lovino, hearing all the commotion, rushed over to the elephant wagon, his eyes widening as he saw the lopsided cage. The elephant's panicked trumpets filled the tent ground, causing quite a few of the other performers to back away, their expectant eyes on Antonio as well as Lovino himself. The boss and the elephant trainer, surely they could do something about this. Lovino bit his lip, a nervous habit of his, and looked up at Antonio, who's expression was just as surprised as the ringmaster's own. "What do we do?" He asked quietly, growing skittish under the eyes of the surrounding crowd.
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Antonio wrung his hands together, confused and worried. The most stressful thing, though, was what he could do to help Gorro. The animal was, after all, a 13-feet-tall thing with the power to kill a person by kicking them. And Gorro was by no means in a good mood. For whatever reason, he must have been upset enough it the first place to knock to his side, and wouldn't be any happier in that position.
But the Spaniard wouldn't be letting Gorro sit in there until he calmed down. The animal ate bales upon bales of hay every day, and he would be getting hungry very soon. "A... Ladder, yes, a ladder. And everyone needs to go back to their wagons." -
Lovino nodded quickly, starting to worry as Gorro's trumpets seemed to grow shriller and more desperate. Lovino turned to the crowd and, using a technique he'd perfected through performing, shot the others an utterly fake, though reassuring, smile. "Antonio and I will handle this. Everyone calm down and go back to their wagons, alright?" The crowd buzzed with murmurs for a moment, but soon enough they began to trail off, back to their own areas.
Satisfied that he'd at least been able to dissipate the crowd with much trouble, he turned back to the elephant trainor. "I'll go get a ladder," He said quickly. He ran over to the clown wagon, knowing they used ladders in some of their acts. After some persuasion, the Italian emerged triumphant, hoisting a padded twice his size back to where Antonio and Gorro waited.
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