* s q u i n t s *
ti voglio bene, signore lovino~ :>
(“i love you, mister lovino” )
( quickie lesson: ti voglio bene is geared towards friends and family, while ti amo is more for romantic lovers uwu )
@bloodyfashion
*Hugs back* I'm still sorry for not being honest! Especially to you! You've always been so awesome and you still are! I'm glad to be able to call you schwester :3
Allen watched the beautiful Italian carefully from afar, listening as she walked down the road, ranting to no-body. He held a basket of ripe, fresh picked tomatoes, wanting to give them as a gift. He just didn't know how to approach her, as he knew about her attitude.
Well.. all he could do was try..
Or run.
But he wasn't going to run.
//hello! Nice to meet you, I'm Gerard.
He hummed, large paws crunching the decaying leaves from last fall beneath him. Allen looked at the shorter female, tail wagging, "I'm wonderful, thank you."
@-wildandroyal-
//You're welcome!
"It's fine," Lovina says before she looks down at her clothes subconsciously before looking back at him. "Grazie for the compliment. And I'm fine. You?"
@bloodyfashion
"Flavio!?" Lovina's eyes widened in shock as she looked at the Italian.
She looked genuinely happy to see him at first. But then her pending smile turned into a scowl.
"Tu cazzo, where have you been?"
The Scottish male carefully stepped forward, clearing his thirst as he looked down to the Italian woman, a gentle but timid smile etching over his lips. "T-tapadh left fer followin' back, Miss Lovina."
His smile widened a bit, holding his hand where he hoped she would shake it. "1p!Nyo representation of the southern half of Scotland, Orson Kirkland. A pleasure."