gentle-kirk-man has come to Italy!
Lovino was currently reading a book, while also drinking some coffee. He was just setting his cup down, when he heard a sudden knock at the door, making him raise a brow. He wasn't expecting anyone.... He had a few guesses as who it might be, and none of them were people he wanted to see.
"Fratellino, go answer the door, cause I'm sure as hell not going to!" he yelled up to his younger sibling.
"Lovi, my hands are a mess! You're going to have to, mi dispiace!" the Northern Italian yells back down to him, making the Southern groan. Of course he had to be painting now.... With a grumble, he got up, going to the door.
"If it's the potato bastard, I hope you realize I'm slamming the door in his face, no questions asked!" he added in, before unlocking the door and opening it. He blinks when he saw who was at the door.
"....Well. Last person I would have guessed to be here. What the hell do you want?"
