Post by Lovino Vargas on Aug 7, 2010 23:39:03 GMT -5
LOVINO VARGAS
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Why the hell would I want something stupid as that, dammit? Just be lucky I gave my name, you s-stalker. Don't call me anything. Especially that 'sessy' shit, that american b-bastard calls me, dammit. O-Or i'll kick your ass.
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
Well what the hell do you think, dumb ass. Do I look like a damn girl to you?
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
S-Starting to worry about what, dammit?! I told you I d-don't look like a girl! A-And i'm twenty... why the hell do you wanna know?! D-Damn creep, keep asking these questions...
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
-Flushes- O-Of course I do, dammit! I'm still young, unlike you, you pervert. And for one thing, I don't eat that shit you call 'fast food' they have here in America.
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
Who the fuck is that? Oh it's one of those bastard actors here in America... And i'm suppose to care why? These questions are stupid, dammit... -Blushes more- E-Eh?! Stop asking me perverted questions, dammit! I-I'm not going to tell you!
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
Not doing these stupid quizzes, that's for sure. Tch. Anyway, I like eating pasta and having siestas. Why do you wanna know?
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
C-Confidential? How the hell is it 'confidential' if you know all these things already, dammit. I-I'm not telling you anything secret anyway, bastard. I'm not a idiot. And didn't I already tell you what I enjoy?
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
Oh I know a perfect one for this. This stupid ass test. This is boring and your bothering me, dammit, how many more fucking questions are left? And I also hate stupid bastards, who don't listen to what I say, and creepos like you. Y-You better be listening now, dammit.
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
Hmph, well I bet I could kick your ass, dammit. =u=. W-What you don't think I c-can?! Y-You better run before I-- C-CHIGI! DON'T GO ANY CLOSER!
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
You mean weaknesses? I don't have any weaknesses. Who the hell do you think I look like? J-Just don't scare me or surprise me.... ;w; O-Or i'll... i'll..!!
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
S-Screw you asshole! D-Don't underestimate me dammit, I could k-kick your ass on that! ;n;
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
Ci, I do. Your creeping me out asking all these questions, too. =///////= A-And -coughs coughs- T-They have to be cute.
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
Hell no. I'm talking to a old ugly pervert? C-Chigi... Dammit now your really creeping me out...
A-And if they don't 'put out' =/////=... I-If you know what I mean, heh.
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
I don't give a fuck if you like me or not. ;n;
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
Fine dammit, just let me get them over with.
FAVORITE FOOD?
Pasta.
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
I don't like any, they all suck.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
Summer.
FAVORITE WORD?
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
Siesta time.
FAVORITE COLOR?
Red & Green.
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
Oh yeah. It was really fun. -sarcasm- And why the fuck should I tell you about me? I've told you enough, dammit! Creep!
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
I have a stupid little brother named Feliciano.
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN THIS COLLEGE?
I grew up in Southern Italy, and I moved to America, after meeting t-this... =///=... S-Stupid bastard... A-Alfred. That's all i'm saying, dammit. Don't ask anything else.
AWESOME. WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
I work at this stupid ass Italian resteraunt now. I hate it so much, the boss is a asshole. I-I know he puts my shift on 3 PM on purpose, dammit! Shit! That's my siesta time, dammit so I don't give a fuck if you get mad at me if I don't show up! Hmph.
B-But when I get the hell out of that job, and get tons of money, i'm going to make those assholes, work for me instead. Heh..Heh.
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
W-What?! Hold on dammit let me think! I-I wish that I was a millionaire so I didn't have to go to this damn college or work, I wish I had unlimited pasta, and I wish... -huffs turning away- T-That I was a better Amante for that stupid bastard...dammit.
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
W-Wait dammit! When the hell are my w-wishes gonna come true?! -concerned look-
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
=////= Y-Yes... I-I'm not going tell you who though.
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
Why the fuck would I wanna go out with old pervert like you, dammit?! Get the fuck away from me. Didn't I tell you I was already taken anyway!? T-That Americano bastard would get mad if I cheated, dammit! The hell i'd go out, with you anyway.
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
I told you no, dammit! Aren't you fucking listening to me?! Leave me alone!
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
Go to hell.
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
W-WHAT?! DESTRUCT?! AH, CHIGI! DON'T EXPLODE WHEN I'M HERE! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, DAMMIT!-RUNS THE HELL AWAY-
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EMILY has been trying to escape this doggone planet for FOURTEEN years, but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for TWO months. too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in the ASIAN TIME ZONE BRUH timezone. you can always reach them at APHFanaticEmily@hotmail.com.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Lovino raised a eyebrow as he heard the other speak. The bastard was giving a compliment in the middle of a competition, and after he heckled him a few minutes ago. The Italian scowled back at the American, as he began to show a grin at him. Now that pissed Lovino even more now. As much as he 'loved' to hear the American's 'lovely' voice barricaded with marshmallows in him, he lastly expected to see his reaction in this manner. Not like he wanted the American to repress back or anything at his actions, he knew he would of surely lost at that battle--but he didn't have to be a bitch about it and be kind to him.
The Italian has had tons oppressors in his childhood, and even has some now, and he wasn't needing another one. Especially a freshman like himself. "Whatever. There's a difference between everyone else and me though. I win." God were the marshmallows sickening him. The repulsive feeling in his mouth made him wonder how the hell could Americans invent such a bet like this. Not like he had anything really unique in his mind before though. At first, he thought of some sort of tomato competition, but like the American would eat something healthy, even if his life depended on it.
So that idea quickly ceased. He tried to give a gleaming smirk back, trying not to twitch, feeling the texture in his cheeks. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Fastidiosi Americano... Eroe mio culo..." Hero this, hero that. How many times has he repeated that word? Knowing the American couldn't understand much Italian, the sophomore's smirked widened, content he was still able degrade the American. Even though the other wasn't going to know what he said, he was still happy either, because it was killing him inside not to insult the other.
Neverless, the Italian was still excited as he thought more about winning the bet. Oh, what he'd do the little freshman would make him want to run home, and never come back. The ideas in his brain were oh-so embarrassing in his mind, it made him hardly resist to snicker. Though if the American won, which was a very short chance in his opinion, that was another story. He never really thought about if he won, but if he did, he wasn't sure what the other had in mind. It was a surprise, and god did he hate surprises. He should of asked before to tell him, but idiotically he bit his lip at that time. A stupid take, but he was positive that the other was going to lose. Of course he was going to lose, like anyone has even beaten him in anyway, despite that he most likely loses more then he wins. But if he did win, he still pondered on what he'd do to him. Like Lovino would agree to something dangerous, but if he refused to do something, he might tell the embarrassing thing that was going to happen next...
Because once he saw the American stick three more marshmallows in his cheeks, the Italian panicked quickly grabbing five more from his bowl, putting them right in his mouth without thought. At first he seemed proud of himself, crossing his arms, giving the American a smug smirk. But then his eyes had widened beginning to twitch, and within seconds he grasped hardly on the bowl, and threw up all the marshmallows too disgusted on feeling of his mouth being so crowded.
And that only let the Italian to start flushing hard, and start yelling an earful of obscenity.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
The Italian has had tons oppressors in his childhood, and even has some now, and he wasn't needing another one. Especially a freshman like himself. "Whatever. There's a difference between everyone else and me though. I win." God were the marshmallows sickening him. The repulsive feeling in his mouth made him wonder how the hell could Americans invent such a bet like this. Not like he had anything really unique in his mind before though. At first, he thought of some sort of tomato competition, but like the American would eat something healthy, even if his life depended on it.
So that idea quickly ceased. He tried to give a gleaming smirk back, trying not to twitch, feeling the texture in his cheeks. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Fastidiosi Americano... Eroe mio culo..." Hero this, hero that. How many times has he repeated that word? Knowing the American couldn't understand much Italian, the sophomore's smirked widened, content he was still able degrade the American. Even though the other wasn't going to know what he said, he was still happy either, because it was killing him inside not to insult the other.
Neverless, the Italian was still excited as he thought more about winning the bet. Oh, what he'd do the little freshman would make him want to run home, and never come back. The ideas in his brain were oh-so embarrassing in his mind, it made him hardly resist to snicker. Though if the American won, which was a very short chance in his opinion, that was another story. He never really thought about if he won, but if he did, he wasn't sure what the other had in mind. It was a surprise, and god did he hate surprises. He should of asked before to tell him, but idiotically he bit his lip at that time. A stupid take, but he was positive that the other was going to lose. Of course he was going to lose, like anyone has even beaten him in anyway, despite that he most likely loses more then he wins. But if he did win, he still pondered on what he'd do to him. Like Lovino would agree to something dangerous, but if he refused to do something, he might tell the embarrassing thing that was going to happen next...
Because once he saw the American stick three more marshmallows in his cheeks, the Italian panicked quickly grabbing five more from his bowl, putting them right in his mouth without thought. At first he seemed proud of himself, crossing his arms, giving the American a smug smirk. But then his eyes had widened beginning to twitch, and within seconds he grasped hardly on the bowl, and threw up all the marshmallows too disgusted on feeling of his mouth being so crowded.
And that only let the Italian to start flushing hard, and start yelling an earful of obscenity.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
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