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mightyarmadaboss replied to your post: �� WHY WONT YOU CALL ME

“WRONG NUMBER MY ASS! You’re right there, right in front of me!” Antonio seethed in frustration. “THIS is what I was talking about when I was asked what I think of you. THIS IS EXACTLY what I was talking about.” Mad Antonio is mad.

All this yelling is harshing on Joaquim’s mildly good vibes. Setting the glass down with a soft clink he leans over the table and presses two fingers against the Spaniard’s trap, “Shhhhh. Y’ hear that?” Pause for dramatic effect. “That is the sound of no one giving a fuck.”

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Antonio looked down at the other in surprise. The last thing he would ever expect was to be pinned to the wall by the other. Yeah he was leaving but he thought it was time for him to head out.

“If you wanted me to stay longer, you just had to ask. I’m more than happy to spend more time with you!” He grinned and pat the others head gently, all too happy to be around the other.

Admittedly, he acted a bit hastily. He just wasn’t sure what to say to get Big Brother Spain to stay! Unable to fight the incoming blush from his abrupt behavior, Feliciano stepped back and averted his gaze to the ground, but not without breaking out into a smile from the affection.

“Mi dispiace...” he murmured a soft apology, raising his head to smile openly at Antonio. “I was just having so much fun with you, I don’t want you to leave yet... and well... it’s a little lonely here all by myself...” he chuckled as his voice trailed off.

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Why Roderich had invited Antonio over for coffee was beyond him. It wasn’t that they were on bad terms, but for centuries, Roderich had always felt... awkward around the cheerful Spaniard. Perhaps it was the leftover tension from their marriage. Which, of course, would give even more reason for Roderich to not invite him anywhere. And yet, here they were, sitting in Roderich’s living room, Roderich holding a mug of coffee close to him and trying to decide what on earth to say.

“...So. How have you been, then?” Off to a great start, obviously.

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@mightyarmadaboss​ from here!

Her eyes never really leave his face, as the two are currently cooped up in the same hotel room. She lowers her hand when he pulls away, before giving a soft sigh.

“There are worse spots.”

She folds her hands in her lap, before looking out of the window. The snow was falling heavily, making sure she can’t really leave without crashing her car. Sure, she was a good driver - but not that good. Finally, she speaks up. “Neither does it look unattractive.”

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He had been waiting for Romano for almost an hour. There wasn’t even a single notification on his phone telling him if anything was amiss. Animated Italian chattering filled the café from all sides, but none of the voices were from the feisty man he was supposed to be visiting. Well, in reality, he was the one who sought Romano out. After stopping in Europe to visit France, he had all but begged his Italian friend--no--acquaintance, he still wasn’t too sure where they stood, to make him a batch of his spectacular cannoli. Thus here Matthew was, making a side stop in Italy before heading back home over the Atlantic. 

With his sweet tooth Matthew would fly across the world for a good treat, but it seemed that his sugary treasures would remain nothing but a fantasy. And just when all his hopes were crushed, his phone buzzed twice, two simple texts sent in quick succession.

Can’t make it.

I’ll get someone to deliver it for you.

He sighed in relief, knowing that he’d get his fix soon. Was he addicted to sugar? Perhaps. Did he want to fix that? Not at all. He wondered who was going to deliver his goods to him anyway, silently hoping it wasn’t Feliciano. Knowing him, he’d probably take one, and although Matthew did not like confrontation, he might have to kill someone if they touched his desserts. As he played with his phone, waiting for his delivery person, he felt the presence of someone looming over him. Slowly, he rose his head to meet the gaze of his sugar messiah. 

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“Have I?”

He wasn’t aware that he had been a little more stand-offish in the days lately, so he shrugged. Antonio was concerned, maybe he was feeling a little lonely, but why should that bother anyone else? They had their own lives and work to do, and he understood not everyone had time to just come around to hang about with him.

In his heart he knew why the other was saying this. He had been lonely, and yet he just backed off so others wouldn’t worry about him.

“Well, I guess there’s just so much work to do.” Says the man who was actually currently trying to find something to do, his house was already deep cleaned, shelves stocked with food. He had been putting off paperwork but who wouldn’t, paperwork is no fun.

This annoyed him. Was this Antonio acting obliviously or could he really not tell that he was acting differently? Nevertheless, Francis tried to be there for his friend, offering him a patient smile. “Although there is much to be done, it doesn’t mean one has to completely drown themselves in silence.” He didn’t mean to chastise him, but he couldn’t help but let his overprotective instincts leak through.

A man of affection, Francis placed a warm gentle hand on Antonio’s shoulder and gave him a look of understanding--a silent gesture that showed he wanted to press, but at the same time he wanted to respect his boundaries. When he saw that the stubborn man’s pride wouldn’t budge, Francis let his hand gracefully slide off of his shoulder, “Perhaps, I’m just imagining it then,” he gave in, letting Antonio have his way just this once, “I’ve been so busy, too. What is this world coming to! Can we not have a break? It seems that the world’s demise is soon upon us!” Loud, dramatic--he was trying to entertain Antonio, to keep his spirits up. Even if he didn’t know what was wrong, at the very least he could try to keep him amused.

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Shopping

@mightyarmadaboss found a strange window shopper

This might have been a mistake. People walking past were giving him a lot of odd looks. Still, he was in desperate need of new clothes and so here he stood in front of a department store wearing and ankle length trench coat and a pair of clumsy mismatched combat boots to hide his more birdlike features. He was painfully aware of how much the ensemble made him look like a stereotypical stalker or drug dealer of some kind. Not to mention the coat looked bulky as it was difficult to keep his wings pressed against his back for so long. 

At the moment, he was trying to convince himself to actually go inside. This store was one of the few that he’d spotted that actually sold backless shirts and those would come in handy. The prospect of trudging around a store while having clerks follow him like he was going to steal something was an unpleasant one though. Before he could make up his mind, someone walking along bumped into him and sent him stumbling to one side, nearly falling over as he tripped over his own feet.

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🍺+ What kind of drunk are you? Angry? Flirty? Sad? Happy?

Vlad smiled crookedly, small giggles emanating from him as he twirled an empty wine bottle around on the table. “Nikki says I get super happy and clumsy,”  He slurred, referring to his Bulgarian friend Nikola. “But I never remember what happens because when I get tipsy, I get TIPSY if ya know what I mean~!” He giggled again and leaned back in his chair a little too far and fell over. He merely laughed more at this and kicked his legs while still on the chair.