[text] Because there isn't enough of Romano being a woobie here

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Screw this tower. Screw this shitty job. Where the hell are you, Veneziano? Every-fucking-one else is here, so why aren't you?!

God damn it, fratellino!!!

[You can't see it, but this is about the point he drops his tear-streaked face onto the keyboard. If it wasn't clear, he's been crying.]

nbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbgtrfvbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

[And there's the accidental forehead-smash text that came from that and hitting the enter key. He hasn't noticed it yet...]

Comments

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

[OKAY LOOKING UP NOW]

WHAT WHAT DID I DO?!

[thisclinchesit]

You griped a lot, yelled at some guy with a long name, then mashed the B and N keys a lot.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Oh.

That 'guy' is my brother, damn it.

I hoped he'd be here...

And the button mashing was my face on the keyboard okay?

[thisclinchesit]

Ah... I understand.

I miss a good friend of mine, we may as well have been brothers, so I feel you.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

It's not that I miss him!

I mean, I don't miss him much.

I just

He's a nuisance to himself and everyone around him when I'm not there to hold his hand... he needs me to keep him out of trouble!

[thisclinchesit]

Ahh, I see.

[Yeah, Shoutarou is onto you, Romano, even if it's just text.]

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

[SUBJECT CHANGE!]

So what about this good friend of yours?

[thisclinchesit]

...eh? What about him?

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Is he still not here or what?

[thisclinchesit]

Ah, no. [And probably never will be, at least as Shoutarou sees it.]

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry for asking then.

[thisclinchesit]

Not a problem. [There might be the fainted twinge of a smile somewhere on Shoutarou's face - the fact that Romano asked is somewhat touching.]