stares at her, wondering how she got into his house.

crawled through his window, how she gets into everyone's houses.

didn't leave any of his windows open though. He didn't want the damn snow to get in.

her ways okay? The point is that she's napping on his couch. =w=

pokes her. "Hey! Are you really asleep? Can't you at least make some fucking space for me to watch the damn soccer game?"

sleeps like she's in a coma. Tough luck <3

grumbles a few curses and forcefully pushes her aside to make room for himself on the couch. He sits down next to her and turns the TV on.

shifts, switching her position completely and cuddles up to him.

jumps in his seat, startled by her sudden cuddling. "What the hell!? I'm trying to watch the game here!" He speaks as though she's awake.

still sleeping, cuddling closer.

pushes her off him. "Goddammit! Stop that Trini!"

groans softly in her sleep, smacking at him sleeping and cuddling again.

*sleepily]

glares at her after that slap. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

too busy sleeping to hear his very mean outbursy <3

*outburst]

really tempted to throw her out of his house. Instead he just pushes her off him.

falls off the couch, groaning as she wakes up "The hell, Lovi...."

grins. "That's what you get for getting in my goddamn way!"

looks up at him, still half-asleep "How was I in your way?" She climbs back up onto the couch, cuddling him.

pushes her off of him "Like that, stupid!"

pouts at him "Loviiiii, so mean. Hugging you is not being in your way!"

crosses his arms "It is when I'm watching the goddamn game." He points to the TV.

's eyes drift to the tv and she sits up a little straighter when she sees that it's soccer. "It is not. Who's playing? I can't read or _

understand Italian..."

she should learn the damn language then. He reads off the screen. "Real Madrid against fucking Liverpool. Real Madrid better win, dammit!"

already knows 3 languages. He should be a good brother and just translate for her. "If Papa loses against Mum, he's going to flip shit..."

_well..she would flip shit.

she could learn one more then. "Tch. That bastard Antonio BETTER kick that English bastards ass!"

learn if he teaches her. It's close enough to Spanish anyways. "He won the cup, didn't he?"

nods. "Yeah he fucking did! But Italy should've won again! Or at least make it to the finals, dammit!" D<

couldn't say anything about herself. She was lucky enough last time, not so much this time. "Yea, yea but you still did well. Just be happy_

for Papa I guess. It was close with Uncle Niko..."

huffs. "Whatever. That jerk, Antonio is hardly around anyways." He frowns.

realizes Lovi probably hadn't heard "Oh, he took this random vacation. That's why he vanished..." Although.. "He said he went to Italy.._

maybe he was on Feli's half?"