Spamano Trash RP
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Thread Topic: Spamano Trash RP
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awww yeeah I just got it, so I'll have it later :D )
"Trouble?" Lovino laughed at that, though it was a bit nervous. "You've been anything but, stupid. You- You're probably the only reason I'm not unconscious in the driveway. Um, w-will you be okay?" He asked, paling suddenly. "Your head- oh god, Antonio," he bit his lip, watching him worriedly, feeling his heart jump a little in alarm. -
Sillinae Newbieheck yeah c:
Antonio pulled his head out of his head with a small grimace, before twisting to make his head comfortable in Lovino's lap, looking up at him. "My head hurts." He admitted quietly. "I mean, I think the accident made it hurt some more. But I don't... I don't remember hitting it or anything. I should be fine, right?" He offered a small smile. The last thing anyone needed was Lovino having another anxiety attack just because his headache had gotten a bit worse. -
might poof for dinner tho D: )
Lovino cupped Antonio's cheek, gazing down at him. "Just...be okay. I dunno if I could take another accident like that." he said with another slightly tense laugh. He ran his fingers through the soft curls and smiled gently. "I'm sorry for worrying you so much, baby," he paused, quickly turning red. "I-I mean Antonio. Antonio." He quickly ammended, not having meant to let the nickname slip. -
Sillinae Newbiethat's okay! when you do buon apetite ^^
Antonio grinned, feeling his face heat up at the nickname. At Lovino's quick self correction he couldn't help but laugh. "That's alright, precioso," he said teasingly. He gave him a crooked smile before reaching up and tugging him down a bit, leaning up halfway to kiss him quickly. He let out a contented up, closing his eyes again when he dropped back into his lap. He turned on his side and curled up slightly, wrapping his arms around Lovino's waist. "You speak Italian, don't you?" He mumbled. He had only heard snippets but it seemed safe to assume. "It's 'ti amo' for I love you, right?" -
yumm chinese food ^w^
Lovino giggled, relieved that they both seemed okay. He leaned down to kiss him again, blushing darker at the returned nickname. "Uh, yeah," he bit his lip pretending not to love the sound of his native language sliding off Antonio's smooth lips. "Y-Yeah," he mumbled again, sounding a bit flustered. "Ti amo," he said with a nod, intenting to only answer his question, but instead blushing yet again as he realized what he'd said. -
Sillinae Newbieahhh nice! What did you get? My favorite is curry beef mmm wow im such a fan of chinese food this is the weirdest thing to get excited about
Antonio's smile widened, and he relaxed a bit more. "Good." He hummed. "Ti amo, then. And in Spanish it's 'te quiero'." He turned again so that he was practically face-down in Lovino's lap, stretching his arms over his head, looking rather like a lazy cat trying to get comfortable on the couch. "Is there any other Italian I should know?" He asked half jokingly, his voice muffled against Lovino's legs. "Other than insults, I mean. I mostly get those." He didn't mind them, though. He knew that it came from a well intended place, at least. -
ah hey hi sorry might ppoof jusr really tired haha
you okay?
"...Fratello is brother." He answered after a moment. "Just so you don't think Feli and I haave some sort of weird pet names for each other." He shrugged, blushing as Antonio made himself comfortable in Lovino's lap. "Hey, idio- um...T-Tonio?" he asked hesitantly, biting his lip and looking down. "Do you think it's okay for me to sleep?" he asked. He was drained from the panic attack and still felt sort of sensitive, so he figured it would be best to sleep it off. -
Sillinae Newbieaaaa don't worry about it
yeah, i'm okay :) thank you
Antonio twisted to look at him, pursing his lips. "I don't see why not." He murmured after a moment. "I can't think of anything bad that could happen to you if you fell asleep." He hesitated, before shifting off of Lovino's lap and pulling him down to lay down on the couch next to him. "You're probably tired, huh?" He asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. "We can just stay here, right? You're grandpa won't be mad if we sleep on the couch, right?" -
okay sorry XD guess waking up wasn't a great idea
oh good ^^ I'm always here if you're not though okay
"f---ing exhausted," Lovino sighed, almost immediately curling into the warmth of Antonio's chest, closing his eyes. "You're okay," he breathed, right before falling deep asleep, hand gently curled into the fabric of Antonio's shirt, lips slightly parted. He really did need a good nigght's sleep with all the recent drama. -
*waking up so early
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Sillinae Newbieahhh go to sleep if you get too tired okay bb
and thank you ^^ i think i'll be okay
"Hmm." Antonio hummed acknowledgment, throwing and arm over Lovino before closing his own eyes. He still felt sluggish and heavy from the accident, and fell asleep quickly. The blackness was a huge relief when it came, but when it suddenly disappeared it was terrifying. The first thing that alerted him that he was conscious was the blinding pain in his head. He bit back a small gasp as his eyes shot open, although they quickly shut again against the light. No, no, this could not be happening. Lovino couldn't wake up. Antonio refused to be responsible for another panic attack, but when another spike of pain made him feel like he was going to be sick, he knew he had to get up. He very carefully pulled himself out from Lovino's grasp, nearly falling off the couch. He couldn't think, he needed- he needed to get back to the hospital. He needed to get help. His fact twisted in pain as he staggered to his feet, wandering down the hall hoping he would run into Lovino's grandfather. He couldn't drive, not like this. -
nah i like staying up, it gives me more time to rp and talk to you~
ah that's good I hope so ^^
Lovino whined softly when the warm feeling of protection vanished, eyes fluttering but not opening as he nuzzled into the couch.
Roma was in the kitchen, just hanging up the phone when Antonio stumbled closer. "Heh, threatened to bring the cops into it. He's going to pay for every- s---, kid, what's wrong? You sick?" He asked quickly, brow furrowing at the sight of a very shaky and obviously pained Antonio. "Look, I know nothing about medicine, but I know that concussions can get pretty nasty. Get in the car, come on- can you walk? Is Lovino asleep? Feli's upstairs, they'll be fine." -
Sillinae Newbieawww haha make sure you try to sleep in this time then
Antonio nodded stiffly, letting out a tight breath. "Lo siento, senor Vargas." He breathed. "Don't tell Lovino, please." He hung onto the door frame, waiting to follow Lovino's grandfather out to the car. "I think I'll make it to the car." He affirmed shakily, closing his eyes for a moment. One hand went to his head, wondering if there would be vice there squeezing his skull, but there was nothing, of course. "The accident-" He cringed, looking apologetically to the older man. "I- I didn't think anything- I must have hit my head again..." -
I'll try haha
Roma shook his head. "My lips are sealed, but that kid will find out somehow. He's always been too smart for his own good." He muttered with a shrug. "And don't feel bad. This seems serious. The accident wasn't your fault, and I can only assume you took care of Lovino afterwards. You're a good kid, Antonio, driving you to the doctor is not a problem." He said, quickly opening the door, shooing Antonio into the car and quickly pulling out of the driveway. "Try to stay focused, okay?" he said gently, slightly nervous. Now that Lovino finally had someone to care about, Roma was worried about messing it up. As much as he seemed to favor Feli, it hurt him to see Lovino so alone. -
Sillinae Newbieahhh i'll be sitting here willing ur cousin not to kick you
Antonio was only half able to pay attention to anything he was saying, nodding numbly as he was ushered into the car. "Hnn- yeah," he mumbled, but it was much harder to keep his eyes open this time, and he almost immediately sunk into the seat. It hurt, it hurt to think and to try and focus, and even when he whispered, "Duele, hacer que se detenga," even the Spanish didn't make speaking any easier. He wanted the blackness to come back, and even as he felt it creeping up on him again he wondered if it was really that big a deal if he just slept a little bit on the way to the hospital. Just long enough to get some relief.
(Spanish: It hurts, make it stop.)
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