"You... What?" Lovino asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I think I know your type!" The Spaniard replied with a grin. It lessened slightly when he heard Lovino huff and turn away, muttering that he didnt have a type.
"Of course you do! Everyone does!" Well, basically. Antonio just liked who he liked and that was that. It was always something different about the individual...
"Okay, you got me, I like pretty girls. Now get off my back about it," Lovi sighed again, about to walk away.
"Not just that, but, you like girls with wide eyes. And one's who smile and blush easily when you're nice to them," Antonio began.
"Have you been fucking spying on me or something?!"
"No, I noticed when you came to the bar with the guys the other day," he didn't want to say how abandoned he had felt when Lovino began flirting with the girls. So he continued instead, "And most the girls you like have nice lips~" good for kissing he added mentally, "that one girl you were getting really sweet on had green eyes too."
'All of those things...' Lovino thought to himself, turning around. He already knew why that was his type- wide, green eyes, full lips, and a damn fucking lopsided grin- they looked just close enough, so much so he could almost imagine it was- no! That had nothing to do with it!
"So you think you have me pinned down, huh?" Lovino said with a smirk, walking forward so that the tips of their toes were almost touching, "then why the hell are you telling me this?"
"I just thought it'd be funny to see you react!" Antonio smiled. And if he was right, of course. Francis had actually been the one to point it out, and Gilbert to show him how close it was to him- not that he minded or anything; Lovi could like whoever he wanted to!
"Bastard... Well I'm not giving you that satisfaction of a reaction, so fuck off-!"
"Is it true then, if Boss was a girl, he'd be your type?" The look in Toni's eyes had softened, less excitement, less energy.
"I-"
"Boss doesn't really have a type... I like who I like, and I like Lovi. A lot," Antonio whispered softly, reaching forward and trying to take Lovino's hand in his own. Said hand reacted at the touch, pulling back slightly. After all, this wasn't really happening or anything, he was just imagining the damn bastard acting like this! But the second time their skin met, the Italian's small hand slipped into the more calloused, Spanish one.
"Boss-" he really had to stop that... "I really wanted to tell you, to know if I was right about that too... I'm so afraid you'll tell me I'm wrong though..." His hand tensed somewhat, and Lovino picked up on that. He took the initiative to take the Spaniard's other hand into his own, a soft smile gracing his face as he looked down. Toni's chest looked really comfortable right now...
"You're such an idiot... Of course you're my type... You're what set my type, bastard," his hands were so warm, maybe a hug right now would be like being wrapped up in a blanket? Lovino took the chance to find out, hands detangling and arms wrapping around Antonio's trunk. Toni tensed for a moment before following suit.
"Bastard..."
"L-Lovi..."
"Stop being so worried about things like this. It's my job," Lovino buried his face into Antonio's shirt.
"Alright, mi tomatito~"
