As soon as all of the introductions had been finished, Natasha found Romeo clinging to her leg. Hiding her vast discomfort with a forced smile, she allowed him to stay as Romulus led her to the room where she would be staying. It was cold and bare, obviously unused for quite some time. The bed was starched into place, tucked and folded neatly without any imperfections. There was nothing on the walls except for a blank pin board that was obviously new. There were no curtains on the wide window, just cordless shades that could be pulled from the top and the bottom. Aside from the bed, there was a tall wardrobe and a desk with a small lamp and a rolling chair. The carpet was fairly plush, freshly vacuumed with no signs of wear. There were two doors, one wooden with a handle while the other was actually a set of mirrors that slid aside to show a closet. For what, considering the wardrobe, Natasha had no idea. For the small woman, this room was perfect for her.
Romulus chirped in from behind her, "I didn't have anything brought in so you could personalize it yourself. Tomorrow is Saturday, no? I'll have Feli and Lovi take you into town to get you some personal effects. Don't worry about cost, I'll take care of it for you. For now, I'll take Romeo and let you unpack." Romeo quickly relinquished his grip on her leg in favor of his grandfather and the prospect of being picked up. Natasha lifted the light travel suitcase onto her bed, starting to unzip it as Romulus took Romeo away on his shoulders. Once his steps faded down the hallway, Natasha immediately stopped opening her case and explored her room more intimately. Feeling the creases at the molding, looking behind all the furniture, sweeping the shelf high up in the closet. Mostly checking for anything that could have been planted in the room before she came. To her delight, the only thing she found was copious amounts of dust.
Turning her attention to the closed door, she placed a hand on the stainless steel handle and opened it. Stepping into the room, she flicked on the light to find a personal bathroom. It suited her well enough, with a shower/bathtub combo, a toilet in a separate, smaller room, and a large counter for the sink along with yet another mirror behind it. The cupboards under the sink were stocked with toilet paper and extra towels. Seeming satisfied with the inspection, Natasha left the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door behind her.
At this point, she actually started unpacking. She had brought mostly necessities, toiletries and self care items. Her clothes mostly consisted of socks and undergarments. Besides pants, a few skirts, and some long sleeve shirts, she had also packed tank tops and a leotard with one outfit meant for working out in. While it sounded like quite a bit, the efficiency of her folding made it so that nothing took up too much space.
Hanging up the leotard and skirts in the wardrobe, she sorted the different articles of clothing into separate drawers. Again, there was quite a bit of room left over in each of the drawers. Once this was finished, she left to put the bag of toiletries and self care objects into the bathroom. Coming back, she stopped abruptly at the sight of one of the older brothers sitting in the chair at the desk. The auburn hair sparked her memory as she switched her face to what was meant to be a friendly smile. "You are Lovino, correct? How may I help you?"
Standing up from his seat, Lovino towered over Natasha, even as he hunched over. "Look lady, I don't really care why you didn't pack that much. I don't really care where you're from. Just know that if you hurt either of my brothers-" He paused to flick a folding knife open, gently pressing the tip to the tip of her nose. "I will make your life a living hell." With that, he flicked the knife closed again, making a note when she didn't even flinch.
As he started to stalk out of the room, she made her voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Why did you really come in here?" Spinning around, Lovino cupped his hand around his ear. "Scusa? I'm not sure if I heard you right. I already told you what I came in here to say." If it had been possible, Natasha's stare would have gone right through him. "If had come in to threaten me, you would have done so while my back was turned." With a sneer, he shot back, "Now why would I do that? I'm not a coward!"
With a cold, hollow chuckle and a smile to match, she tilted her head at him. "See, that kind of thinking will keep you from being intimidating. If you want to threaten, doing it from behind gives you an animosity that makes the one you're trying to scare all the more reason to fear you. Or were you more concerned about having me see your pretty little face." Her tone went from serious to antagonizing in milliseconds. The effect of the tone and statement was seen immediately. The young Italian growled, looking at her indignantly. With a smug smirk, Natasha turned away with the triumphant feeling of finding his soft spot.
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The next day, Lovino barely talked to Natasha, instead communicating through grunts and noises of acknowledgement. Feliciano didn't seem to have any problem filling in the silence as he darted the two around town. He collected curtains, bed covers, even clothes that Natasha had shown any remote interest in. It took them less than an hour to get everything that she would need during her stay.
It wasn't until Lovino started yelling at him that Feliciano finally calmed down. It also happened to be this point where Natasha got something on her own. Slipping away for a brief moment, she got a small CD player/Radio along with some fairly old CD albums. However, when she returned to the twins, neither of them seemed to register her disappearance.
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Back at the manor, Natasha did some exploring on her own. Romulus was out with Romeo at the park. She searched the different rooms, leaving the ones that happened to be locked, until she found one that seemed to be fit for working out in. Making a mental note of the room and it's location, she took a break from exploring to investigate the clash of porcelain on tile coming from downstairs.