Him and Him

11 - Give Up...

11

Give Up...

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Tapping his forefinger on the wooden table with his chin resting on his palm, Lovino let out a long, deep sigh to show off his annoyance. He doesn't like being tasked to do things, he even openly admits that he is lazy and would rather sit down in front of his computer eating pizza. However, he is extremely dedicated once he starts doing something, despite the fact that he despise busying himself. And he hated even more what he was assigned to do ten times than the usual stuff because one, he doesn't like it and two, he wanted to spend more time with Antonio come Christmas break. Not like he would boldly tell Antonio that.

"Aw, come on Lovi. It's just one time. Let them know your talent!"

"...You didn't even know about it until the teacher practically throw it out of his mouth and kept pestering me about it, you dork."

"Exactly!" Antonio replied in pure reflex, totally not paying attention to the usual insult thrown at him. "And I was very happy that you did have something of a talent except for swearing and hitting your brother! Hahaha~"

Lovino took a fork and nearly stabbed Antonio's hand with it, had it been the other pulling it away quick enough. "Oh shut up! I do have a talent, muchas fucking gracias!"

"Hm, do you have a talent for intense kissing?" he said almost seriously and teasingly at the same time, earning a jab across the face from Lovino.

All he could do right after that was to wince in pain, but somehow recovered from it quick it enough and chuckled. Or more like he didn't want himself or Lovino to embarrass himself, seeing as some-- most of the customers had set their eyes on them.

They are in a café, after all.

"Just give me an idea so I could start, dammit", the Italian said in his usual monotonous voice, pulling out his notebook and pen, later placing them on the table.

Hours have passed between the two, all of which were spent with exchanging ideas on the plot about the story Lovino is assigned to write. But of course, there are constant profanities here and there, especially when Antonio takes little step into "fucking molesting" Lovino, as how the former would describe it.

As they finally stepped out of the café, Antonio stretched out his arms up in the air for some comfort. How many hours had they been there? He also never thought that exchanging opinions was quite a work-out; he could even compare it to his work at the small restaurant. Work... He should ready himself for some scolding once he got home.

"Ah, Lovi~ That was fun!"

"You call people staring at us with their fucking judging eyes because you kept holding my hand and pulling me close for a... k-kiss.. fun?! Fuck you then!"

"Oh come on, none of my sweet kisses landed on your face anyway", he pouted.

"Whatever, jerk. Let's just go home."

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And so, the other obliged having no other choice. They spent the walk with some light conversations which sometimes go deeper than intended, however, nothing bothered the two. Just some, "Have you been in a relationship before?" or "What are your parents like?", the former topic turning Antonio quite enigmatic and evasive. Lovino didn't push it further though, understanding completely that the other doesn't want to even talk about it. But at the far back of his mind, there was still curiosity longing for the answer to the mystery of Antonio's family.

Just then, as they passed by a narrow alley where two people could barely squeeze through, Antonio stopped in his tracks.

"Hey, Lovi."