"Oh."
"Don't even start it." Monika groaned and covered her face with her palm as she let out a loud sigh. "Uh..." Luciano looked her up and down and frowned slightly in surprise. This didn't feel quite right. "Well..." "Hm?" He blinked a few times and put his hands on his hips before the usual sly grin returned to his lips. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and tilted his head slightly aside.
"Actually, I was looking for this chick who looks like you, just with smaller boobs, and she constantly wears army clothes, is there a chance you've seen her?" He grinned. "Really funny." She sighed again in annoyance and crossed her arms. "You look like a girl!" Luciano laughed. "How did that happen? Should I call you an ambulance?" He continued teasing her for her strange appearance.
She wore a knee-long white dress with short sleeves and small lace at the neck. Around her waist was a black belt, matching her ballerina shoes. "Stop it." Monika growled. She had already felt embarrassed enough only because she had to wear it, Luciano's stupid mocking wasn't any neccessary. "Just because I look like this, it doesn't mean I can't beat you up and don't regret it after." She threatened him through her teeth, holding the little dress tightly in her fists at her thighs. "I would love you to beat me up in that, maybe I could see some nice things." Luciano chuckled and straightened up.
"Now seriously, bella mia, who blackmailed you into wearing this?" He pointed at her dress. "Looks adorable though. And you have boobs!" "Obviously." "So will you tell me the story or not?" He sang while putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to his side. Monika let out a frustrated sigh as she prepared to tell the embarrassing story of her even getting near that dress at all. "One does not resist whining Italian girls for too long. One more minute with her and I go crazy." She mumbled softly. "Felicia dressed you?" He raised his brows and patted her shoulder. "I must tell her she did a good job." "I hate you." She moaned and stepped away from him, only to be pulled back by an arm around her waist.
"You can always take it off." Luciano purred, leaning close to her ear. Moni just pushed him away by his face with both of her hands. "Don't you even want to kick me this time? Your timing is really bad." He continued irritating her. She took a deep breath, fixed her hair and shrugged. "What am I to open my legs for you just like that?" "I thought you were my personal... tool for receiving sexual satisfaction." She stopped for a second. "I'm not your whore." "Really?!"
Books and other heavy object flew across the room.
