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@tomato-boss liked for a starter

"Lovely, aren’t they?” Laura asked a moment before setting the pot that she was holding up down. At least something had survived in her garden over the winter. It wasn’t much but she was still excited about it and wanted to show everyone. She hummed, setting it back down and looking up at him. “So, how have you been lately?”

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@tomato-boss continued from here (x)

As green eyes fall over him, Gilbert could feel that Antonio was studying and judging him - perhaps not in a malicious way, perhaps he was only worried, but the fact that someone was staring at him, trying to guess or discover where and when he was lying was unsettling.

“Do I?” He was genuinely interest. Of course, things haven’t been on the good side of him lately, and many timed he would rather have a cigarette and a cup of black coffee rather than eat an healthy meal, but, he never thought he was getting thinner because of this - hell, he hadn’t to add any new hole on his belts.

“Look, Antonio, I think you are worrying yourself too much. I am fine, I promise you that much.”

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@tomato-boss​ [x]

Antonio stared at him from where he kneeled in front of the flowers he was tending to, unsure of what to say. “Oh,” he mustered after a moment of silence. “Is everything alright, Lovino? Did I, uh, make you really angry or something?”

He really couldn’t think of what he could have done to make Lovino angry enough to make him dream of killing. However, the fact that Lovino was having disturbing dreams of the like immediately set off alarms; an instant cause of worry from Antonio.

Lovino wasn’t looking at him, choosing instead to stare over the surrounding foliage. He shrugged vaguely and stayed quiet for a few moments before speaking again.

“I thought so at first, since it makes sense but...” he shrugged again, looking over, “it’s been a couple days and I keep having the dream, but you haven’t done anything that wrong.”