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Chapter Four: Black Sheep
"Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir,
Three bags full;
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane."
"Merda! I'll go insane if I stay here for another minute!" Lovino screamed as he got up from his bed.
"Fratello, you're not going to... kill someone for that, right?" Feliciano peeked from his own bed.
"I didn't mean this hell hole, I meant this room, you idiot!"
"But wouldn't it be dangerous to go out of our rooms when it's almost Night Time? I mean, isn't that the reason why we made that rule in the first place?"
"I have a proposal to make," Ludwig announced as they finished eating dinner.
"And what would that be?" Lovino didn't bother looking up to see who raised the question.
"We should add our own rule to this book. See this one about Night Time? Maybe we should all agree not to leave our rooms during Night Time so none of us will be a danger to ourselves and to others?"
"Fine. Suit yourself, then," Lovino said with a smirk.
"Fine."
The door closed after Lovino with a loud thud.
Lovino was just a few paces from their dorm room when he realised that his brother was right. This place really was creepy at night. Not to mention he keeps hearing those footsteps in the background.
Wait a minute.
Footsteps?
Nervously, Lovino turned around to see who was making the sound.
And then he screamed.
"Jesus, Vargas, calm down! It's only me!"
"Eh?"
Lovino blinked.
Before him stood one of the twins, exactly which one he was unsure of.
"I know that look, Vargas. It's Alfred."
"I wasn't going to ask that," Lovino defended himself. "I was going to ask what the hell you're doing out at this hour."
"Matt kicked me out of our room. Said I was distracting him from reading his book. You?"
"I was getting bored staring at the ceiling."
"Want to hang out, then?"
"Sure, why the hell not?"
Thus started a friendship, which in other circumstances, would've been implausible.
"So, how did you get here again?" Alfred asked after a few minutes of very awkward silence.
"…I won a raffle," was Lovino's reply.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No."
Another silence. Each of them is probably thinking of an appropriate topic.
"Your brother seems nice," Alfred finally said.
"He is. Yours seems nice, too." Lovino couldn't help but smile.
"You don't know my brother," Alfred said with a strange gleam in his eyes. "You wouldn't want him constantly on your back."
"Why, what's wrong with him?" Lovino asked.
"I didn't say there was something wrong with him. It's just that he's a little weird that he can't make friends."
Lovino shook it off as a case of brotherly rivalry.