Lovino
An hour later, he's on the bus into town, tapping his fingers against the window in time to the rain.
Feliciano's with him (when isn't he?), and tugs on his sleeve for attention.
"Lovi~" he whines, and Lovino has to count to three not to get annoyed. "Where are we going?"
"Into town, idiota," he snaps. "Same as every week."
"Can we go to the bakery?" It's a stupid question, but Feliciano still asks.
"And what would you eat?" Lovino hates to burst his bubble, but it's only logical.
"Cake?" Lovino resists the urge to facepalm, and instead offers his brother a toffee. He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry when Feliciano's hand goes through the bag.
"You see my point?"
His face screwed up in concentration, Feliciano either doesn't hear, or simply doesn't care. "Wait, hold on, I almost got it that time."
He sighs, and leaves the bag out. Translucent hands bat at it, longing for the sweet they'll never reach. It becomes too painful to watch, and Lovino looks away, out of the window.
Before he knows it they're at their stop, and he's halfway down the aisle before he realises he's lost his brother.
The world begins to spin, but Feliciano isn't any closer.
"Feliciano!" Never mind the looks he's getting, this is an emergency. "Feliciano, where are you?"
A kindly old lady taps him on the shoulder. "Are you okay, dear?"
"I'm fine, ma'am, thank you for asking, and you?" He only realises he's scripting when she doesn't respond. "Sorry, force of habit."
Now he's off the bus, under the trees by the edge of the road, and his brother's still nowhere in sight. "Fratellino!" Still no cheery greeting. Desperate times call for desperate measures, he supposes.
"Feliciano Vene Vargas, come here this instant!" He's rewarded by the sight of his brother wandering towards him, a puppet on an invisible string, and breathes a sigh of relief.
"What did you think you were doing, stupid?"
"Ve~, there was a pretty lady, and I stopped to talk to her, and then-"
He cuts him off part way through. "Never mind. Just - just don't do that again, you hear me?"
He grabs his brother's hand, and together they walk towards the cinema.
A/n: scripting is when you have a set response to certain questions, actions, situations, etc. Sometimes it's accidental, others it's on purpose. It can be both useful and trapping.
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