Happy 2015 everyone! I hope you all had/are having an awesome winter break! School starts again for me today, ugh =_= Lucky butt Dogs already graduated so she doesn't have to worry about it. But this is my senior year, so I'm about half way done with my final year!
But happy to say, about half way through December I got my acceptance letter into my first college of choice! I'm heading off to Manchester University in Indiana for college next year ^^ I'm super excited!
So anyway, welcome to the new year, guys! Let's make it a great one!
Lovino stood still for a few seconds, a blank look on his face. Finally, he managed to say: "Feliciano, just because I fucking SHRUNK a inch because of brow bastard's fucked up spell does NOT fucking mean I'm a little kid! And you're sure as hell not one either! Now what the hell do you mean by a fucking 'playdate'?!"
"Not for us, you silly! For the kitties! And for everyone else's little friends! An animal play date~~! We've kinda haven't been giving them the attention they deserve lately! So we should make up for it now by having a big play date were they can all play together and we can see all of our friends~!" Feliciano cheered excitedly, already quite taken with the idea.
Still, Lovino stared at him. "…. What?"
Feliciano just laughed excitedly and twirled, cuddling Gino happily. "It's gonna be so fun~~!"
"You're still going to do this shit no matter what I fucking say, aren't you?" The older twin groaned. Then, deeming Feliciano distracted, inched over and went to measure the two of them again.
He discovered he was still the shorter of the two, but before he could make a stealthy escape, Feliciano whipped around and hugged him close. "Of course I am~!" he chirped. "You weren't going to have a choice~!"
"W-Why you damn-!" Lovino sputtered as he tried to squirm away. "F-Fucking watch it will you?! I'm still holding Gio!"
"And Gino is right here too, don't worry, fratello~! I won't crush the bambini~!" Feliciano giggled, gently petting Gio. The cat pouted at him, but mewed in surprise at he was suddenly licked by Gino.
"Damn brat…." Lovino grumbled to himself as he tried to pull away.
Gino and Gio began to mew and whine in protest.
Lovino rolled his eyes and glanced down at the cats. "What?"
"They like being held and being close to each other, fratello!" Feliciano said, snuggling into his brother's side, giggling as the kitties nuzzled each other.
"D-Doesn't mean you have to hold ME like this!" Lovino growled back.
"Sure it does~!" Feliciano squealed happily, hugging his twin tighter.
"What about your damn planning?" The older twin asked in hopes of being let go.
"What is there to plan? All I have to do is call everyone and tell them to bring their own lil cuties to our house tomorrow~! And I can just send a mass text to do that~! So I have more time to hug you and cuddle the kitties~!"
"Y-You little brat!"
"You love me~."
"S-Still a brat, dammit!"
Feliciano giggled and finally let go, gently settling his kitten into Lovino's arms, then skipped to the stove to continue cooking dinner.
Lovino rolled his eyes and huffed as he glanced down at the two cats. "You bastards have anything to say about this shit?" he asked them.
The kittens mewed at him, Gio licking his hand.
"I don't know cat, dammit," Lovino muttered as he petted them.
Gio seemed to pout at him for this and lept from his arms up onto his shoulder, headbutting him in the face lightly while Gino yawned and curled up in the Italian's arms.
"H-Hey! S-Stop that you, little bastard-!"
The darker colored kitten give him a hard look, headbutted him once more, then jumped onto the couch and curled up.
"What the hell was that about…?" Lovino muttered as he followed after the cat and gently touched his back.
Gio arched his back into Lovino's hand, mewing at him for pets.
Lovino smiled at the action and continued to pet him.
In his other arm, Gino was snoozing peacefully. Gio meowed happily at the attention he was given, licking Lovino's hand.
"Are you done yet, Feliciano?" The Italian called back into the other room.
Feliciano peaked out of the kitchen, giggling. "Si, but you look so cute with them, I didn't want to disturb you~!"
Lovino growled as he glared back and flipped him off.
The younger twin stuck out his tongue in response, then disappeared back into the kitchen. "Lovi, bring Gino and Gio in here! It's time to feed them too~!" he called, getting out plates for the pair. He thought about it for a moment,then placed a tiny bit of spaghetti and sauce into a little bowl and set it on the ground for the kittens to try as he filled their food dish with normal cat food.
Rolling his eyes, Lovino carefully scooped up Gio and carried both kittens into the kitchen and set them down. Seeing the food dish he scoffed and rolled his eyes again. "Are you seriously giving them that?"
"Yeah~! I only gave them a little bit, so it'll be okay~!" Feliciano giggled, serving his brother food.
"Since when are you a fucking vet?" Lovino grumbled under his breath as he took the food.
"I'm not a vet, you silly~! I'm just like their mommy~! I feed them deliciousness~!" the Italian laughed, crouching down and petting the kittens as they eagerly munched on their food.
"Ugh… You're fucking MALE! You can't be a 'mommy'!"
Feliciano stuck his tongue out at him. "You say that every time. I don't care. If I want to be a mommy, I can be a mommy. Deal with it."
"Mommies are supposed to be the shorter ones…." Lovino muttered to himself under his breath.
"So are you their daddy then?" Feliciano asked, giggling at his twin.
"There is no way in hell I'm discussing this shit with you."
"You're the one who said it first~!" He picked up the other filled plate and handed it to Lovino. "Here you go, husband~," he said, his voice dripping with sweetness and sappyness, fluttering his eyelashes at him. "I hope you love it~."
Lovino growled and glared and he gripped the plate. "I am about this fucking close to dumping this damn thing on your head….. In 5… 4….."
"Don't waste food, you big baby," Feliciano said, rolling his eyes.
"Who said anything about me wasting MY damn food? This is your damn plate that you handed to me for whatever damn reason."
"I didn't say anything about you wasting your own, I said don't waste any. Learn to listen," the younger twin laughed, booping his brother on the nose then bouncing away.
"Says the dumbass coming up with a playdate for cats…." Lovino retorted back while rubbing his nose.
"That doesn't even make any sense, Lovi!"
"Playdates for cats don't make any fucking sense!"
"The context where you're using that argument doesn't even work! I said don't waste food and you said 'say the one who made a playdate for our kittens'! That doesn't make any sense! What does that have to do with with anything!?"
"W-Well you're rambling, dammit!"
"Well now you are!"
"Like hell I am!"
"You are!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
Figuring the argument was going nowhere Lovino simply rolled his eyes as he set the plate back on the counter plate and headed to the sink. "Well, go call those bastards and get this damn 'playdate' over with already."
"Yay~!" Feliciano skipped from the room, going to find his phone to invite them all over.
"Dumbass," Lovino muttered as he walked over and sat down near the cats.
Gio crawled into his lap instantly, curling up and yawning widely, then began to lick his paws. Gino was still in the food, his face pressed happily into the spaghetti plate they had been given, sauce getting stuck in his fur.
"Great…. Now the bastard needs a damn bath…" Lovino grumbled to himself as he started petting Gio.
Gio mewed at him, arching into his hand, a purr sounding in his throat.
"You want a damn playdate?"
The kitten gave him a look that clearly said 'I don't care, pet me'.
Knowing what the look meant, the Italian huffed. "I AM petting you."
The kitten growled in annoyance at him, nipping lightly at his fingers.
Lovino hissed lightly as he yanked his hand back.
Tail puffed and held high in indignation, Gio lept onto the floor and went to his brother and headbutted him onto his side. Gino whined until Gio began to groom him, licking the pasta sauce from his fur.
"What's your damn problem?"
Gio ignored him.
Feliciano skipped back in a short while later. "They all said they'll be here tomorrow at noon~! Oh fratello, this is going to be so much fun~!" he cheered, hugging his twin tightly. "Our house is going to be all filled with adorable fluffy animals~!"
"So the tomato bastard's damn rock is fluffy and adorable too?" Lovino snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Well, he's not fluffy, but he's cute too~!" Feliciano agreed happily.
"How the hell is a damn rock cute?!"
"He's a turtle, fratello, not a rock."
"Same fucking difference."
"That doesn't make any sense, Lovi. An animal is nothing like a rock. It's not alive and you can't feed it. Why do you hate turtles so much, anyway? What did they ever do to you?" Feliciano asked, kneeling beside the kittens and beginning to clean off Gino's face with a damp washcloth.
"B-Because that bastard's creepy as hell! A-And it's freaky to watch it move around!"
"That's so mean, fratello!" Feliciano whined, pouting up at his brother. "He can't help how he looks!"
"Why are you defending it…..?"
"Why are you attacking him?"
"And who said I was?"
"Who said you weren't?"
"... Shut up."
"No."
"Pain in the ass."
"Meanie jerk face."
Lovino rolled his eyes. "Ouch… that SO fucking hurt."
"Whatever, Lovi." Feliciano pounced on him them. "I don't want to fight with you, that just always makes us both feel icky. So let's eat gelato together instead~!"
"Do we even have any in the house?" Lovino huffed as he started trying to pry his brother off him.
"Probably~!" Feliciano bounced to the fridge, pulled open the freezer, and squealed in delight, pulling out a brand new container of the frozen treat, a note stuck to the top. It was from their grandfather, telling them to enjoy it and to not eat so much they got tummy aches.
"Just don't give the cats the gelato too. They can't fucking eat it."
"Yeah yeah, I know," Feliciano said, waving him off as he filled two bowls with dessert.
"Good," Lovino retorted then came over and grabbed one of the filled bowls and started eating. "Damn… it's storebought… I was hoping nonno had made it."
"It's better than nothing~!" the younger chirped, happily digging in.
"I guess. But what about the damn dishes?"
"I can do them~!"
"You better, dammit."
"Actually, I'm going to make you do it," Feliciano said sarcastically.
Lovino shot him a glare in return.
Feliciano just grinned.
"Move your ass closer so I can smack you."
"You want to smack my ass?" the Italian asked cheekily.
"No! Your damn head!"
Feliciano laughed and stuck out his tongue at him. "No."
Lovino growled and motioned him to come over.
"No~!" Feliciano tossed his empty bowl into the sink and ran from the kitchen, yelling that if Lovino wanted to hit him, he would need to chase him down.
"Brat!" Lovino snapped as he jumped up and chased after his brother.
Feliciano screamed and bolted, tearing through the house, laughing loudly.
"Get your ass back here!"
"Never! You have to catch me first!"
Lovino cursed and sped up.
Feliciano squealed and ran faster. He dodged into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Why you fucking-! Get your ass out here right now!"
"No! I love you, fratello, but I don't want to be smacked and I know you will as soon as I open the door! I don't like being smacked! It hurts!" Feliciano whined.
"Fine! Then I'll hit you with a fucking pillow!"
"No! I don't want to be hit at all!"
"Too fucking bad!"
"Well I'm not coming out!"
"You'll have to at some point!"
"That's what YOU think!"
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me!"
Lovino growled then knelt down and started picking the lock on the door.
Feliciano squealed and grabbed the doorknob, holding the door shut tightly.
"Dammit, Feliciano!"
"No way am I going to let you in here to beat me up!"
"I'm NOT going to beat you up! You're imaging shit!"
"No I'm not! And I'm not opening the door!"
"Then I'll come in through the fucking window!"
"Good luck! Second floor window with no trees outside and a tiny window near the ceiling! I can't wait to see that break-in mastery at work!"
"Knock off the fucking sarcasm!" Lovino snapped back. Would their grandfather be mad if he tried to take the door off by its hinges using a screwdriver….?
"Make me, you meanie head turtle hater!"
"What the fuck was that?!"
"You heard me loud and clear!"
"Y-you damn brat!" Lovino snapped as he kicked the bottom of the door.
"I'm still not letting you in!" Feliciano yelled. He braced his foot against the wall, his hands locked firmly around the knob. "No way in heck! Your mean butt isn't allowed into this bathroom right at this particular moment in time!"
"You sound like a fucking five year old! Now open this fucking door before I break it down!"
"There will be no breaking of my doors, thank you very much," Romulus said, coming up behind Lovino.
Hearing the sudden voice, Lovino squeaked in surprise and jumped, accidentally hitting his head against the bathroom door. "OW! FUCK!"
Romulus chuckled and gently pulled his grandson closer, checking his head. "You're alright, no cuts or blood. You just have a little bump."
"Fucking door…." Lovino grumbled with a wince when the bump got touched. "And fucking brat locking the fucking door like a fucking brat…."
"'Fucking brat locking the fucking door like a fucking brat' huh?" Romulus repeated, laughing. He kissed Lovino's forehead and gently patted his hair. "You're adorable. Let's give fighting a rest for a while though, alright? I don't want anything breaking or getting ripped apart." He knocked on the door. "Come out now, Feli. No one is going to hit you."
Trusting their grandfather's words, the lock clicked and Feliciano stepped out into the hallway, receiving his own hug and forehead kiss.
Lovino grumbled something in reply then turned around and headed down to the kitchen to get some ice for his bump.
Feliciano shifted in place nervously. "I-Is fratello alright?" he asked.
The elder Italian smiled and nodded. "He's fine. You know your brother, making things into a big deal and pouting before getting over it. He'll be fine. Why don't you go down and talk to him?" he suggested.
The teen's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, but his grandfather merely laughed, grabbed his hand, and dragged him downstairs. He set Feliciano in the kitchen doorway, patting his head fondly. "Lovi, I'm heading to the store. I hear you two are having a little get together tomorrow. I'm going to get snacks and drinks. Any requests?"
"NO!" Lovino yelled back then winced before heading to the fridge and getting some ice, which he put in a towel before gingerly placing on the bump.
"Alright, alright, grouchy butt. Take some ibuprofen and go lay down if it hurts that much," Romulus said. He waved goodbye one more time and left, shutting the door softly behind him.
"I'm not a fucking grouchy butt…." Lovino grumbled, but took the pills anyway and headed for the couch in the living room and flopping down onto it.
Feliciano watched him for a moment, then crept over and leaned over the back of the couch, staring at his brother with his face only millimeters away from Lovino's closed eyes.
"….. Like I don't know you're fucking there with your damn breath on my face."
The younger twin giggled softly, not moving back, though a bright smile grew on his face.
Lovino growled in reply then rolled over onto his other side and buried his face into the pillow.
When he did this, the ice bag began to slip from his head. Feliciano's hand shot out and caught it, gently setting it back on the bump and holding it there. "You okay?" he asked softly, honest concern shimmering in his voice.
" 'm fine, dammit. Just fucking drugged," Came the muffled response.
"If you're sure... I'm going to start cleaning up a bit. I'll try to stay quiet so you can sleep."
"F'ne dammit. Go away."
Feliciano smiled and chuckled softly, then adjusted the bag to stay in place and skipped off to begin with the dishes.
Lovino grumbled something, then quickly fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the cats jumping onto his back and curling up, into him their bed for the night.