Funny, What He Is Actually Bothered By
Most people would think being made to sleep on the couch before one even got married was a bad sign. Antonio was not one of those people. He was getting married to Lovino, after all. The fact the other even said yes in the first place meant that there would likely be a lot more sleeping on the couch in his future, but that would not be too big of a problem.
Plus, it drove in the point. It was not as if the wedding was getting any further away. Antonio thought about what he could do that would be okay to do without Lovino while the other man cooled off.
Suit. He would get measured for a suit. There was one man to go to for that and so Antonio went out to see him and hope that the man would not be busy.
"It, like, took you long enough to come here!" Feliks exclaimed, pulling Antonio in the door before he had the chance to say more than 'he–'. "Now stand there while I get the tape measure! Feliciano?"
"I think it's in the other room..." Feliciano responded from where he was looking through sewing kits. "Hi, Antonio!" He waved.
"Hello Feliciano!" Antonio waved back.
"No greetings now, we have totally too much to do!" Feliks scribbled something on a piece of paper and shoved it into Antonio's pocket. "That is when Sadiq is coming over to talk about what you guys need and I wrote down working dates for the rehearsal dinner. What about that red scheme? Feli? You find it yet?"
Antonio's mind swum in the words. But that was normal for him. What he got out of this was that things were being accomplished. Lovino was going to be happy.
"I don't think it's here," Feliciano responded. Feliks frowned and made Antonio sit down on the couch.
"I will, like be right back."
"Okay!" both Antonio and Feliciano said brightly. Antonio looked over at his fiancé's brother. "I didn't know you were helping?"
"Oh, of course I am! Lovino needs all the help I can give!"
"I know!" Antonio responded as he felt his cell phone buzzing.
"About the cake," Feliciano began and Antonio picked up his phone, "you should talk to Roderich. He used to make wedding cakes. As a profession."
"Roderich? Okay!" Funny, he did not pin the pianist as a cake type, but why would he argue with fortune? "Hello?"
"Oh. My. God. Ivan, what did I, like, say about bringing that monster into the house?" Feliks was shouting in the other room, almost covering up the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Antonio! How are the preparations going?"
Antonio's mouth stayed open for a few moments. "...Marcus?"
"Yes!"
He covered the phone's receiver and looked over toward Feliciano. "Did you or Lovi call your grandfather about the wedding?"
Feliciano gasped, clutching the tape measure to his chest. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" He got to his feet. "Feliks! The tape measure's in here!" Feliciano shouted, before he dropped it and ran out of the room.
Antonio hung up the phone. Suit, seeing Sadiq (?), check date for rehearsal, ask Roderich about a cake...
And get Vash to get his house to stop calling him.
Actually, he might do that first.
Notes:
I am gagging after having to write Antonio and Feliciano at the same time. It is... just too much happy. I do not know how they live being that cluelessly happy. I love these two characters very much, but in real life I would probably want to kill them.
