[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...]

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[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.]