@Fraust
"I figured. What else would you like to know?" Scipio folded his hands atop his stomach.
"I figured. What else would you like to know?" Scipio folded his hands atop his stomach.
“I…I don’t…know,” Bridge told him, looking from the wall, to him, and back. This may be too soon, but would he kiss me?
"Oh, come on. I know you're thinking about something." Scipio watched Bridge for a moment. "Vuoi che ti baci." He flushed a bit more, but only just.
He shook his head, but only to show he didn't understand. "I don't…know what that means," He said.
"Nothing, nothing… anything else? I am open to suggestions."
Bridge shrugged a little, hesitantly slipping his hand back into Scipio's hair.
Scipio closed his eyes and crossed his ankles, sighing contentedly.
Bridge kept this as a mental note for whenever Scipio needed to be calmed down. Just…pet him. He didn't mind, either - his hair was soft, and smooth, and fluffy.
Scipio spotted Dave walking past and flipped him off. "Fottuto bastardo… se cerca di entrare di nuovo qui, non finirà bene per lui." He muttered to himself. Luckily, Dave just glared at him and passed by.
Bridge pressed his lips together, only glad nothing had escalated. However, whatever he spoke in Italian didn't change the fact he liked it.
(Scipio: swears at and threatens Dave in Italian Bridge: That's kinda hot)
Scipio shook his head a bit and lay it back down in Bridge's lap, closing his eyes again. "Hate that guy…"
((we should make a meme account for this rp))
"I know you do," Bridge replied quietly, running a hand through his hair again.
(Yes lol. Scipio: I hate Dave. Bridge: pets I know bb)
"He deserves to get blamed for this." Scipio said softly, tapping his foot.
((mood))
"You did…a little bit," Bridge told him.
"I know. But it sure does feel nice to see Dave on the receiving end of the scathing looks for once."
Bridge smiled a little bit, nodding slightly. "It…it was fun."
Scipio nodded, keeping his eyes closed. "You gotta pull some shit here so it isn't so boring."
"That…that makes sense," He said softly.
Scipio hummed quietly to himself again, still tapping his foot.
"Are you nervous again?" He asked in a small voice, not wanting to disturb him.
"No. I'm alright. Just thinking."
"Oh. Okay." Bridge blinked. "About…about what?"
"Italy. It's a nice place." Scipio hummed a bit more, his eyes closed.
"What's…what's your favorite place in Italy?" He asked.
"The market, probably. Always full of people and it smells nice since there's food everywhere."
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