"Fratello, are you okay?" Feliciano asks out of concern, having heard a series of rather odd sounds coming from his older brother's room.
"Shut up!" Lovino yells back from his room. "I'm taking my anger out on something."
"You still seem pretty angry though.."
"SHUT UP I AM COMPLETELY CALM." The older Italian shouts through the door, the clinking and clanking noises only growing louder by the second.
"Well what are you taking your anger out on anyways?"
"KNITTING."
"You knit?" Feliciano asks through the door, still confused.
"YES NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP." Lovino replies, pausing for a moment before adding. "OR I'LL POKE THIS GODDAMN STICK INTO YOUR EYEBALL AND KEEP KNITTING WITH YOUR OPTIC NERVES OR WHATEVER BASTARD THING IT'S CALLED."
"I don't think it's working, fratello."
