[Action]

[io_non_ti_invidio]

[Welp, looks like no one's getting any relaxation today.

Because right now there is a very angry Italian trudging around, kicking doors open and growling at shipmates. If you are lucky, you have two options: one, you're buff and terrifying; two, you're a lovely lady. The former will be avoided at all costs, the latter will be catcalled and flirted with. To anyone not so lucky? You will be berated, glared at and subject to obscene gestures.

Welcome to Lovino Vargas's panic mechanism.]

Comments

[io_non_ti_invidio]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am. I'm getting hallucinations. Of fucking horses. I'm gonna turn inot fucking England.

[softlyshy]

England...? [ She's getting just a bit scared of this strange person right not. Juuust a bit. ]

I'm real....

[io_non_ti_invidio]

You can't be real, you're a goddamn- I shouldn't be talking to you.

[jungenrhein]

I'm.... sorry? [ This isn't fun. ]