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one last time---

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Antonio had intended on grabbing another sandwich - they were so tasty, god; he’d never deny that Lovino was a genius in his talents. But at the kisses, he seemed to only burn up. His entire face seemed to be on fire and his body trembled slightly, stopping only once the finger had been rested over his nose. 

Eyeing the finger, he reached a hand up to grasp it then lowered it down to his lips, kissing the tip of his finger at first then kissing up it, over to the back of his palm. Both his eyes were shut as he did this, opening only to gaze into his eyes. “Te amo.” Only after that did he only let go and return to eating, eyeing the sky now. “Look, ah.. They’re starting to show up–”

"Amor, you still haven't told me where we're going?"

A smile crossed Lovino’s features as he turned the key that was now in the ignition. “Well that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He reached over to pinch his cheek before focusing his attention on the task at hand. After making his way out of the drive way he knew he was would have to drive as carefully as possible as not to rattle anything that he had in the trunk. He just hoped Antonio was paying too much attention the route they would be taking to the park.

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“Miss Janowicz,” a soft hum as he embedded her name within his mental framework. He’d be sure to remember it. With a face like hers, it wouldn’t be difficult to put a name to it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

At her words, he chuckled amusingly, shaking his head and his hand as he did. He’d always been rather animated with his body language, mostly that of hand gestures. “No, no. I can cook, but not that good. I’m a mentor for dance and music. Recently graduated. You’ll probably see me more often for estupido dance injuries than knives, I promise.”

“Nice to meet you, Antonio. I’m Kasia– Janowicz,” her voice stilted slightly when she caught herself being perhaps too informal for a staff member. For a moment, her brow furrowed at her mistake, then she shook her head as if laughing at herself. “I suppose I should be going by ‘Miss Janowicz’ instead.” 

With an amused smile she turned from the microwave back to him. “I think I did see your name in the records. Are you mentoring a culinary student, then, or were you just around there today?”

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“Fighting isn’t the only way to get strong, loco.” He rolled his eyes fondly, hand retracting from his as to rest gently over his own hip. His body leaned slightly to the right, shifting more weight onto it. “You have always been weaker than me, silly amigo. And that’s rude. I should kick you out.”

"Fight me."

“Dios mio.” He rested a palm over his own waist, leaning to the left a little with a brow raised. His eyes narrowed just a bit. “Are you sure you’d be able to handle it? Do not want you to return to classes with a broken hip.”

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[blasts an airhorn]

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“You?” A laugh, then another bite - and then a swallow after a few munches. Wiping over his lip with a serviette, he simply smiled and shook his head. “No, no-- I think you’re more unlucky than anything else,” another laugh. “You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life - no take backs!”

"Amor, you still haven't told me where we're going?"

A smile crossed Lovino’s features as he turned the key that was now in the ignition. “Well that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He reached over to pinch his cheek before focusing his attention on the task at hand. After making his way out of the drive way he knew he was would have to drive as carefully as possible as not to rattle anything that he had in the trunk. He just hoped Antonio was paying too much attention the route they would be taking to the park.

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Within the container, as he pulled the lid off, appeared to be a few sandwiches that had the bread toasted somewhat for that added crunch - just the way he liked it. Taking one out, he looked over at Lovino and smiled before taking a bite-- oh. As he had expected, this sandwich blew his tastebuds away.

“This is-” He spoke in between munches, only to stop speaking entirely to finish off what he had in his mouth. “-so good! Dios. I’m lucky.”

"Amor, you still haven't told me where we're going?"

A smile crossed Lovino’s features as he turned the key that was now in the ignition. “Well that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He reached over to pinch his cheek before focusing his attention on the task at hand. After making his way out of the drive way he knew he was would have to drive as carefully as possible as not to rattle anything that he had in the trunk. He just hoped Antonio was paying too much attention the route they would be taking to the park.

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Oops. All he could do was continue to sheepishly smile as he began to remove the wrapping of the bandaids, only to attend to his mild cuts. “Let us hope they don’t follow me then.” With a hum, he nodded, eyes gazing to her for a moment then shifting back to his fingers. “My records might still be there, I injured myself a lot last year but ah- I am Antonio. Student mentor. You are..?”

“Ahh.” In her head, she’d narrowed down the possibilities to an culinary or arts-related injury, and it seems it was right to do so. Though anyone could have guessed that. Well. Whatever. “If more chefs-to-be come in here with cuts all over, I’ll know who started the trend,” she teased, going to put her cup of water in the microwave.

“By the way, you never introduced yourself? I believe I have to keep a list of who comes in and out.”

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[...] [FINE]

Okay, ready! [nod nod]

[sneaks up behind her and pokes her sides]

[scREAMS]

What was that for?!

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Antonio grinned. “Excuse me. I eat properly. You just haven’t been working on!” At his latter words, he fell into laughter and patted his head before rising back up to his feet, holding a hand out to help him up. “Come on. Wait- You did hear me right or-”

"Fight me."

“Dios mio.” He rested a palm over his own waist, leaning to the left a little with a brow raised. His eyes narrowed just a bit. “Are you sure you’d be able to handle it? Do not want you to return to classes with a broken hip.”

@awesomepastryking

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[text] okay! i’ll add you right now

[suddenly, there’s a contact request from ‘sxnriente’]

Antonio would like to add you on Skype.

[he’s just watching his phone, waiting for an acceptance while he boots up his laptop to switch over to it if needed]

[text] i can't believe joaquin betrayed angelo i mean have you seen last week's episode??? it was so fucked up

[text] joaquin did what???

[text] i didn’t see that episode! i’ve been so busy :(

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“Ah. Thank you.” Oh no. She was asking him the question he hoped she’d not ask. Then again, that was to be expected. She was in the office of the nurse, meaning she was the nurse, right? Heck, she even said she was.

A shrug, then a bit of a laugh left his lips. “I may have overdone it in the Culinary Arts building,” he smiled sheepishly. “They told me to show them what I’ve got and well- now I’ve got cuts.”

She looked up from the cup she had been filling, the last note of her little ditty hummed in a questioning tone. “Oh, yes, of course.” Leaving the cup on the counter, she rifled through a drawer. “What kind of nurse would I be if I didn’t have some bandaids?” She glanced over to him, trying to quickly count the cuts on his fingers and opting to grab a bunch of them instead. Handing them over, she asked, “How’d you get all these cuts?”

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Antonio sighed blissfully; all the worries he had were washed away now and for the first time, in a while, he finally felt at peace. “I love you too. Honestly I-” He shook his head, laughing a bit. “I thought you forgot about the date thing. I should’ve known better.” Reaching over to one of the food containers, he pulled it closer to them before popping the lid off. “Let’s eat?”

"Amor, you still haven't told me where we're going?"

A smile crossed Lovino’s features as he turned the key that was now in the ignition. “Well that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He reached over to pinch his cheek before focusing his attention on the task at hand. After making his way out of the drive way he knew he was would have to drive as carefully as possible as not to rattle anything that he had in the trunk. He just hoped Antonio was paying too much attention the route they would be taking to the park.

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Somethin’! First, I need you to come with me.

[SWINGS HIS ARM AROUND HIS SHOULDERS] We need to talk.

Antonio!? Oh, uh, sure. What about?

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Allen wanted a fight. So, he’d get one. Antonio wasn’t one to step down or not try to give people what they wanted. He always tried to meet them halfway at the most and since Allen never specified what kind of fight he wanted..  Well, this was his own fault. A tickle here, and another tickle there. 

He decided to take advantage of the way Allen was squirming, and trembling, as to push him onto the ground (carefully, of course) then right there and then, he sat on him. “I win.”

"Fight me."

“Dios mio.” He rested a palm over his own waist, leaning to the left a little with a brow raised. His eyes narrowed just a bit. “Are you sure you’d be able to handle it? Do not want you to return to classes with a broken hip.”

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Right as he turned around, Antonio whirled both his arms around him. “Deception!” And dragged him inside, nudging the door shut and soon enough, proceeded to tickle him over and down his sides. 

"Fight me."

“Dios mio.” He rested a palm over his own waist, leaning to the left a little with a brow raised. His eyes narrowed just a bit. “Are you sure you’d be able to handle it? Do not want you to return to classes with a broken hip.”

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