Lovino sighs as he rolls off his bed, phone in hand. The device clunks against the floor as soon as his hand hits the ground, and soon after, his head does the same.
"Goddammit."
"Fraetello, watch your language!"
"No, fuck you-"
"I will set your tomato stash on fire and feed them to Feli."
"...I hate you, Sebastian."
"Love you too!"
Lovino groans and attempts to get back on his bed again, but fails miserably and falls onto the floor again,"I hate my life."
"I don't care."
"You never care- even if you're hanging upside down from a tree with ketchup dripping down your forehead. Infront of two kids."
"You've got a point there, but it all turned out great in the end-"
"You were hitting on a ten year old."
"How about we never talk about this again?"
"Fine with me."
Lovino stares at the ceiling,not turning his phone on again. Then, he slowly looks over at Sebastian.
"How old are you?"
"That's it, I'm burning your tomato stash."
"Dammit."
"I'm burning Antonio's, too."
"Fucking hell."
"Actions always have consequences!" Sebastian shouts when he's half way down the hall.
"Fine! But could you atleast tell Francis to stop texting Arthur pictures of his hair? I don't have the guy's damn phone number and Arthur wont stop complaining to me."
"Sure, whatever!" Sebastian shouts again, this time when he's out the door. And then he leaves.
"Fuck my life." Lovino then says once again as he successfully climbs on top of the bed,"Why am I still alive."
Note: Sebastian-Seborga just so you know ;)
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The Ass Chronicles
HumorLovino can hear Gilbert and Francis laughing in the background as he sighs in disappointment. "Antonio what in the fuck." "You see Lovino, I simply have one hell of an ass." "I'm not even going to try anymore."
