#bellagio.start

[emphvtics-blog]

        〝 do these tourists have a fucking problem? dios mio... they’re actual slobs. 〞the brunet sighed heavily, muttering profanities under his breath as he continued to sweep the trash that had began to build up along the passages of the town. his mocha hues found their way up to the latter, quirking a brow.〝 a hand would be great right about now, thanks... 〞his frustration that had been pent up by the actions of the travellers had caused his behaviour to be on edge and sour.

[apvthetics]

gabe delicately pushed a tree branch out of his way, revealing a narrow trail split off from the paved path that zig-zagged through the entirety of the gardens. ducking into the small opening he had created, he grasped tightly onto the straps of the backpack secured to his back. following the less-beaten path down a bit, he stopped when he came across his favorite willow tree, setting his backpack next to the trunk of the tree. his back pressed against the soft bark of the tree as he sank to the ground, tucking his knees up to his chest. it was easily his favorite spot in the town. somehow, the noises of the patron’s of the gardens were muted and the only audible sound was the trickling of a nearby water fountain. the brunette had discovered this place during his first couple months in italy, and he used it as his escape from the world; a place to hide out and read in solitude for a while. retrieving his most recent novel from his backpack, he was only able to get a few sentences in before his serenity was broken by the sound of another pair of footprints coming down the path. “can i help you ??” he asked, not even shifting his gaze from his book, his voice sounding slightly more annoyed than he intended it to.

[euncias]

a hand reaches out instinctively to grab the cup her co-worker hands her, a smile lifting her features as the warm cup meets her hand and she’s officially on her break. her customer friendly demeanor is easily shaken off for the next hour as she sits in one of the back booths, interrupting whatever the person sitting across from her was doing. “mind if i sit here? i’m not bad company, in my opinion.” she’s not excited to make conversation for an entire hour, but it was either sitting here or back in the closet they called a ‘break room’. “or i could just sit here and we could pretend we’re not across from each other?” 

[euncias]

like for a starter ! if we haven’t plotted and you like this, odds are i’ll im you asap !

[bellagiohq-blog]

kick’s starter isn’t showing up in the tags. you can find it here.

[jeppefosmark-blog]

Studying the wine and cocktail menu, Jeppe let out a deep sigh. The last fifteen minutes he’d spent trying to pick something, but nothing really spoke to him. The beer did, but he wanted to try something different. The long day with doing nothing except a phone call home required something to drink. Turning to the person closest to him, he showed them the menu. “I haven’t heard of like .. 90% percent of this. Could you recommend anything?”