South Italy

[Romano Vargas]

Romano Vargas

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"I'm fearing that this either a bad dating site, customs, or the FBI. To all of you, screw you! My name is Romano Vargas! Only my loved ones can call me Lovino, Lovi, whatever. Children call me Lovi-Lovi, but unless you're four phsyically, since of course you're four mentally either way, I will introduce your knuckles to a tire iron. I've been called Wolf, Don, and a few other names, and of course my undercover identities. They are "Screw Off" and "No, I haven't done anything illegal." Understand? Oh, anyone who is of the male gender can also call me god."

WE CAN’T TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU… ARE YOU MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN-BETWEEN IT ALL?
"...Please tell me you're blind. Then I won't have to introduce your face to my fist, or your face to a mallet. Either way. I'm male. One hundred percent male I assure you. Just because my parents thought it was cute to put me in a dress, I assure you, I'm male. If you think otherwise, maybe your jewels would like to meet my knee?"

OH, REALLY? HM. YOU SHOULD WORK ON LOOKING IT… ANYWAY, WHEN WERE YOU BORN?
"...I swear to god, what are you setting up a account on five different sites or something? I hate you all. My birthday is on March 17. I'm 22 years old, going on 23. Now that you know that, go get me some alcohol. Some Italian wine actually."

WELL, YOU LOOK PRETTY FINE FOR YOUR AGE… BUT TSK. THIS OLD AND CAN’T CONTROL IT? NO WONDER YOU’RE HERE.
"Oii! You try wrestling that beast back! Do you know he scares even me!? ...What do you mean no duh...B-Bastard!! Let me at him! Let me at him! Let me tear his face off and stick it on a spear over the scenic Italian tomato gardens to scare away the crows!"

SO, WE THOUGHT THAT BRAD PITT WAS HOT AS ALDO RAINE, BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU? …WE’RE THE DEANS, NOT YOU, DON’T GIVE US THAT LOOK.
"...Who the hell is Brad Pitt and Aldo Raine? No seriously, I'm confused. Are those chicks? ...Actor? Who the hell are they!? I mean guys can be sexy as hell, but I don't see- wait do I actually have to answer if the guy was hot? I think guys and girls are hot. Sheesh. Shut up or I'll kick your face."

UHUH. WELL. THAT WAS INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT DO YOU ENJOY DOING?
"What do I enjoy doing? Besides kicking your face in and making snappy comments? A lot actually. I love to garden with herbs and the like. It makes my famous pizzas and cooking one hundred percent better! Flowers aren't bad to grow either. I go and make weekly visits to the cemeteries. Just to remember the people who died for us, and the people who died alone. The groundskeeper in Italy knows my first name, and we chat all the time. Also going to the old folks home to bet for pretzels and prize winning recipies isn't that bad either. While they reek of ointment cream to stop their aches and pains, they have award winning stories. Though I've now gotten the habit of saying 'Picture it, Sicily-' before every story. Dunno why.

I love animals, wolves and cats 'specially. After all look at my animal I transform into! Dear lord you would have to be blind. My adoptive parents. They..They are the best thing that has ever happened to me, besides the fact that they were so understanding. They don't mind the transformation, or the odd way I act. The best family. My brother, though I act like I hate 'im, it's just cause I hate that everyone pays attention to him. Though I love him with my heart and would take a bullet for the little idiot. However he doesn't need to know that.

I also love my music of any language. Dancing as well. I learned from my mother's friend who was a dance instructor. He gave me the best lessons in the world, and I now will and can learn any dance. Better than anyone. Specially Germans and the French.
I love food. Lots and lots of it. My adoptive mother and father were owners of a beautiful place, and I helped cook since they got me. I never once couldn't learn how to cook.

Math while isn't my strong point, I'm better in that, and English. That's really all for my schoolwise. I can run really fast when I'm scared out of my mind. But hey, I'm bragging cause I'm better than you. Mother said I had to be somewhat honest. But give nothing that would incriminate me in any crime. ...Nope. Not one thing illegal in my past. Heheheh...

I don't really care what you think of me. You all hate me anyways. Which reminds me, I've given you enough to answer the questions for the personality quiz, so answer for me. I'm too lazy and you're too stupid."

NOW, WHAT ABOUT THINKS YOU DON’T LIKE? WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IN ORDER TO EMBETTER YOUR SITUATION AND LIVING ARRANGEMENTS. LIKE MINDS WITH LIKE MINDS AND ALL…
"Dear lord are you getting paid for this? If not you have a patience of a saint! And I know, I'm Italian! Saints are our specialty. Picture it, Vatican City- ...I was wrong, you don't have a patience of a saint! Screw you!

What don't I like? You of course. Germans. The French. I found a Frenchman in my shower and he tried to rape me. Thank god my mother scared him off with a shotgun. Where the hell she got a shotgun is a family secret. Though I think it was under the pasta stash. Next to the box of bibles. But either way, I don't like people in general. Not because I hate people, but because I don't like the way they treat each other. If you're going to cheat on someone with someone, tell them, not let it drag on for five years. Uncle Vinny did that...oohhh, Auntie Dorthy was not happy!

I don't like my family, well most of it anyways, though I love a lot of it. Mafia wise, most of my family are idiots. It's not really surprising, there were Spanish people once in our family. It all comes from those genes. Italians are smart! The Spanish aren't. And those Northern Italians aren't too good either. I do not like really stinky or foriegn food, specially cheese products. One of my cousins died from bad cheese you know. I hated his guts, but whatever. I really really hate potatoes as well, though I can eat them. Just I don't like them unless they are cooked in stew or something."

DULLY NOTED. WE’LL REMEMBER THAT AS WE PLACE YOU IN CLASSES AND SUCH. NOW, DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS OR SOMETHING YOU’RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT? CONTROLLING YOURSELF MUST NOT BE ONE TO BE HERE…
"Well besides being a superior Southern Italian? My determination. I can tune out everything and anything if I need to, so I can do what I am determinted to do. I will protect my family, I will persue whatever I need to. I won't care about pain, sickness, nothing, as long as a task gets done. I would have to say my resistance is another. No matter what hits me, I get back up without a care in the world. I will always come back from the brink. That's why Italians are so old. We can't die. Sadly. The world is screwed.

Speed, while I'm horrible in facts of strength, since I'm not a barbaric idiot would be another one. If I'm spooked...N-Not that I'm easily scared, I can run faster than any of you! All of you! S-Screw off I'm not a coward! Now my cooking! There is something I'm just plain wonderful at! I can beat the socks off of anyone with my superior cooking! I can learn any recipie with a little time and practice, and can find out almost anything for people to eat! That's not only because I'm Italian, that's also because I'm better than you.

Pickpocketing would be one of my better suits. ...What? Of course it's a good thing! I only take the money anyways. Not like I take people's ID cards and crap. Sheesh, I'm not that evil. Also my aim. Always have been good at aiming a gun and throwing crap at people. Mostly because stalkers are everywhere. 'Specially Spanish ones."

HUH. THAT’S CURIOUS – WE NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WITH YOU. NOW, WHAT DO YOU SUCK AT? …IT’S A WORD, DEAL WITH IT.
"Oh really? I don't think I would really care that I surprised you. Suck at? I'm not that bad at most things. Mostly feats of strength because I hate acting like a German barbarian. I never understood the fact that they want to look like steroid rejects. I also am not good in well....gambling. I love to play, but I also kinda...lose. So shut the hell up or I'm going to punch you in the face. I also don't like scary things. Th-There isn't a need to be so t-tall and scary! ...That wasn't a whimper you jerk.

I also am a extreme klutz and almost always get hurt. ...No I am not pouting, screw off. I know I'm a ditz when it comes to these things, but you just-you just- Your stupidity trips me! There! That's the only reason! I also would do anyone for the people I cared about. I would take a bullet just for them to be happy and s-stuff. Don't give me that look!"

HM. FIGURES. WE SEE A LOT OF CASES LIKE THAT AND- HEY, LOOK, ICE CREAME!
"Ice Cream? ....Is this a joke? Can we get some so I can throw it in your face?"

WHOOPS, GUESS YOU MISSED THE TREAT. NOW, YOU MIGHT BE A LITTLE YOUNG YET, BUT GIVEN ANY THOUGHT ON WHAT YOU LIKE IN A PARTNER? DON’T BE SHY.
"E-Eh? Wh-What? This IS A DATING SITE! F-Fine Fine...I'll answer. I want someone understanding that gets me...and they know I'm only like this because of..stuff. That I don't like some people because of what's happened to me. I'm not really that mean. And they understand the way my body is as well. Also they have to be kinda rough in bed because I probably would scream a lot. ...Wait what? No I haven't done anything, but I'm taking a guess you pervert!

I want someone who doesn't mind me being possessive. My instincts are always telling me to protect and serve at the same time. So someone who doesn't mind that of course, and they don't mind my...eccentric personality. THEY ARE NOT MOOD SWINGS YOU JERK! ...I want someone who is happy to be with me as well. I don't care about looks, so I'm not that shallow...And I don't care about their flaws if they don't care about mine. I also don't care that much about gender, even though my mother says she'll have no grandchildren, take that as it is."

HM, THAT SCRATCHES OUT MY DAUGHTER… WHAT ABOUT THINGS YOU HATE IN A PERSON? FOR… FUTURE REFERENCE.
"Oh this is easy. You. I hate you. I hate you indefinately. Anyways, shallow people. Extremely bad to the point where if one hair is out of place they freak out. Shallow people are disgusting. I also hate the people who only care about themselves, and put their lover or friends down because they really do believe what they are saying. I say things I don't mean, and I can apologize, but people who really do believe they are better than another disgusts me to the highest degree.

I also don't want someone who goes around and boasts something they don't have. Don't act higher than you actually are to someone you're close to. I'm a hypocrite, but I don't want someone like me. I also hate people who laugh at me."

YOU’RE QUITE SHALLOW, AREN’T YOU? HM, NO MIRRORS ALLOWED IN YOUR ROOM…
"Hey! I like my mirrors! You put them back or I'm going to hit you over the head with one! Just get out of the room, cause you're ugly."

NO INTERVIEW WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT SOME BASIC QUESTIONS, RIGHT? JUST ANSWER THEM AS TRUTHFULLY AS POSSIBLE, OKAY?
"Oh really? Basic. I don't know the safe code, breaking my fingers won't work. Wait...ohhh not that type of 'interview'."

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD AND DRINK?
"Pizza...tomatoes...wine...children's blood...human livers....milkshakes...popsicles...ice cream...."

FAVOURITE PHRASE OR QUOTE?
"“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.” and “Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power.” "

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?
"Cooking...sleeping...and maybe English?"

FAVORITE COLOUR?
"Red, White, Green, Black, Blue, and Orange."

FAVORITE PLACE?
"Sicily, the graveyards there."

FAVORITE BOOK?
"Silence of the Lambs, but any 'Hannibal' series book."

FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
"A shirt. A pair of pants."

YOU HANDLED THE DRILL WELL… WE ARE IMPRESSED. NOW, TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Dammit. Seriously? I have to self analyze myself and actually talk about it? Well the first is no problem, I do that myself, but I have to...talk about it? I hate you all. Hate. Hateeeee. Ah wonderful self-analyzing. To be quite honest, I'm me. I am socially awkward with males and while better with females, they about just annoy me as much as the rest. What did you actually think I was going to lie to you? I was going to do a zinger but you're too stupid to understand it.

I'm loud, I'm brash, sarcastic, and snippy. Get used to it.
It's obvious what I am though. My creature...it's a wolf. It used to be a seperate personality, but it seems to have overlapped with my own, so now it's only a voice, and we switch back and forth sometimes. I do know he needs to dominate anything given to him and make sure that the people lower than him, know so. I'm not that surprised by such a creature picked me.
They like to screw with people.

I love animals and old people, only because I can deal with them. I can kick your butt in a game of rummy you hear? I like to tell stories, and I like kids who can listen to their elders. Well elders who deserve it like me, not you. I love tomatoes, ...I'm just repeating now. Move on."

(I have to add some stuff in third person BECAUSE HE WOULD NEVER ADMIT TO THIS CRAP.)
(( Lovino has more than one side, and is actually quite the interesting individual, but his loud and brash personality drives people away from him. Up front, the man is loud and seems unlikable. He speaks in profanity often, and if not profanity, he insults them heavily. This is normal in the South Italians’ mind, since he sees everyone’s faults. He’s a pessimistic person by nature, and can’t see usually anything but bad. This comes from everyone usually putting him down, and his naturally pessimistic personality.

The Italian rarely sees the good side of people, and usually judges on his past and thinks everyone will forget about him for his brother, Feliciano. He’s envies his brother and while he wishes to get on good terms, the northern side doesn’t seem to understand. He detests his brother’s idea some times, but he does truly care for the other, but it is mostly shown by profanity and yelling at the each other. He also cares for Spain, but it is shown through the same means.

He is bad with his words and his feelings, mostly creating a rift with those he holds dear. He fears that he’ll be abandoned, and sometimes wishes for it to all to go away, but he would feel terrible leaving behind those he close to. He takes his ties seriously, though some think that he is too ignorant and hateful to. One of his biggest and noticeable traits is his cowardly nature. This is for many reasons, besides he’s horrible at fighting.

Romano is ashamed of himself, and loves who he is at the same time. He is cynical because of his past, and a realist from it. While normally a pessimist, he has no trouble seeing the brighter side, he just doesn't know...how to keep these thoughts. Romano as a person is ashamed of his body, but does anything to make people think he's not. Though through this 'unbreakable' facade, he is a breakable person.

What most people have never figured out, is why he acts rude, mean, and snippy, besides the obvious. To be quite blunt...it's the only way he thinks that he can get people to pay attention to him. He wants attention, he wants people to remember his name, he wants people to understand and know who he is. It's not out of cruelty that he does these things, or says those things. It's because he doesn't know how to get people to like him any other way.

He’s afraid of getting hurt again, he doesn’t like war and even though he spouts insults left and right, when faced with something he can’t defeat, he runs. He’s easy sometimes to push over violence, and keeps far away from danger. It strikes fear in him just to be around things. While he is normally outspoken with insults, he is extremely tight to the vest with most of his other emotions. When caught thinking to himself, quietly and not shouting, his face is usually uncharacteristically blank.

He is a fierce person, though only when he must be. He restrains his true personality or good thoughts, since he only thinks people are after Rome. He has a extremely soft spot for old people and animals.

Wolf! Romano is rarely seen, even if you get him that pissed off. A completely different person is standing in his place, though he is quite aware it's himself, and it isn't a seperate personality since it has overlapped so much... Just a little voice. He cusses a lot more, and will dominate anything given to him. ))

HOW ABOUT FAMILY? ARE YOU LEAVING ANYONE BEHIND?
“I 'm leaving behind very few people. My adopted parents, Luca and Gina, and a lot of their family. I still send letters to my fratello in Northern Italy, though I haven't seen him in a few years. I am bringing three animals with me. Ciro, Aria, and Principessa. They are tied to me because they can speak to me, since I was raised by their mother, (A European Wild Cat) and my other side gave me that language. It has made this whole stupid thing easier to understand when you can talk to animals themselves. Though I can only speak very little, I plan to learn more. I want to learn other language, but I can only speak in canine and feline.”

THAT’S INTERESTING… REMINDS US OF HOME. NOW, WHAT HAS BROUGHT YOU TO OUR ESTABLISHMENT, EXACTLY?
“Oh I remember perfectly fine, you idiots. I was in the hosptial, recovering from...from..su- nothing, and when I was trying to get back to my bed, someone grabbed me from behind, and it scared 'it' so bad it almost killed the woman. I saw everything, but I try to forget about it. Everyone thought she was crazy, and I disappeared from the hospital the next day, from my adopted parents. Four generations ago, Gina's mother had the same problem. Of course she did, her family is freaking crazy.”

NOW, SO WE KNOW WHEN SCHEDULING YOU, DO YOU WORK ANYWHERE AT THE MOMENT? WHAT ABOUT LIVING? DO YOU HAVE AN APARTMENT OFF CAMPUS, OR SHALL WE PUT YOU IN A DORM?
“I work in the morgue. I'm friends with him. I- I also cook for a few resturants I found, and I work in the Human Society that is a few blocks away with animals...mostly dogs and cats...and sometimes I babysit. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE DAMN KIDS WOULD GET A POTTY MOUTH YOU JERK!? ...Of course they would learn how to use a gun. ...Why are you giving me that look!?”

HM, ALRIGHT. LET’S SAY YOUR HOME IS BEING FLOODED. …PRETEND YOU LIVE ON THE COAST OR SOMETHING, OKAY? ANYWAY, WHAT THREE THIGNS WOULD YOU SAVE?
"If there was anything I could possibly care about...My family...the picture of a o-old friend, and my cross...though I never take it off, so probably Granny Willow's cook book. Though I memorized everything in it. Anyone else who wasn't family can go screw themselves.”

WE NEVER WOULD HAVE PICTURED YOU THE TYPE TO CARE. HOW ODD.
“I'm picturing you with your face bashed in! F*ck you jerk. I'm nice. I'm nice to anyone of the 1% of the human race who aren't idiots. WHICH OBVIOUSLY WOULDN'T BE YOU! NOW I'M GOING TO INTRODUCE A BRICK TO YOUR HEAD!”

NOW, WE ALL KNOW WHAT REASON YOU’RE HERE… BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. MIND TELLING US YOUR SPECIES?
“Didn't I already mention this you moron? I'm a wolf. From what he tells me, which is jack crap, but we can lie and say he does, I believe he's closely related or is, Apennine Wolf. Well from what he tells me. He keeps giggling though every time I mention it. Maybe it's your stupidity that's getting to him.”
(Apennine Wolf is also known as the Italian Wolf. )

HM. WE HAVE FACILITIES THAT YOU MAY FIND USEFUL. I’M SURE YOU’VE READ THE HANDBOOK THOUGH, RIGHT? IF SO, PLEASE GIVE US THE THREE HIDDEN WORDS IN A SENTENCE OR TWO.
“Forwarding this to the morgue, the charming guy who just cut open your gut, said all he found was syrup.”

YOU’RE NOT AS MUCH OF A SLACKER AS WE THOUGHT. THAT’S GOOD. WE ARE IMPRESSED WITH YOU.
"Oh wonderful. Just great. Woo. Let's throw a party. Of course you're impressed with me, you would be impressed by grass!”

WELL, THAT JUST ABOUT WRAPS EVERYTHING UP… IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO TELL US?
“I was at the movie two days ago, and nowhere near where the lawyer said I was. Nowhere. Near. All. Those. Dead. Bodies.”

(And for paring wise, I LOVE Itacest, SpainXRomano, and some other limited pairings, but I don't like BelgiumXRomano. I just don't. I'm sorry.)
WE’LL TAKE OUR LEAVE NOW. PLEASE WAIT FOR VERIFICATION INTO THE SYSTEM.
"If this ends up on a dating site, I'm shooting myself.”
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Neko has been endlessly trailing around on this planet for seventeen years, they appear to be stuck. Whoops. So they took up role playing to pass the time, and have been doing so for 8 years years. How interesting! They are located in the GMT -5 time-zone, for future globe-trotting reference! But I guess you can always reach them at No. PM me. You're not getting squat..

Well, let’s get this paper into the system! :

"Dammit." Was the first word out of his mouth, as he stepped into the market place. He wasn't that far away from home, neither was he that far away from small but mostly wild family. He wouldn't live in the city, he hated it here. Plus, he was tired of hearing that his 'cats' were wild and feral monsters that tried to kill their children. They were 'European Wild Cats' of course they were freaking wild. The only reason that they lived in his home, is because he raised them. While no, he didn't have to worrying about dying when they finally decided to rip out his throat, the animals were still wild. He respected that. They were allowed to hunt, and be themselves.

However, living with wolves since he was a child, it really wasn't that surprising that he could handle wild animals. Though they mostly handled him, and he got more of his fair share of injuries. But he wasn't stupid. Maybe a coward against anything other than wild animals, but he wasn't a fool. Unlike his brother or the idiot Spain. He barely paid attention to the vendors as they shouted to him. He was out of tomatoes for his home-made red sauce. And plus, he needed several other ingredients. His brother, while dining himself on pasta all the time, the Southern Italians made it better. 

Snorting, his amber-olive eyes moved over the familiar stalls, and his eyes stopped on a very good acquaintance. He smirked, walking over. The old woman recognized him immediately, probably by the shouting of very loud Italian curses."Sí, Sí, vecchia strega! Don't give me the evil eye because I beat you in poker, you old hag!" He shouted at her, drawing no attention for the fact that this was a almost everyday occurrence. He was friends with the old Sicilian Gina. "Mío, Mío! Idiota!" She hissed into his face. "You think that's why I'm yelling at you! You big headed twit!"

Romano tilted his head slightly. Gina, slapped him upside the head while he cursed. "I don't have grandchildren yet!" She yelled, which made Romano choke on his spit. "WOMAN!" He screeched, standing as tall as he could, and before he could yell at her some more, he was hit over the head with a handle of a broom. "Stop shouting like a pansy girl, you're scaring the customers with you obvious gay-ness." The Southern Italian's eye twitched. "Woman!" The brunette howled, before being threatened with the broom again. "I suppose you are here for your citrus? Vitamins are good for growing boys~!" She sing songed, picking a few out of the box in front of her. "I'm over twenty." The 'man' commented dryly. 

"Ah-han, say that when you actually get some." He blushed slightly but said nothing else. Throwing the oranges to him, he caught it, shoving it into his bag. "Remember, the tournament is later this week." The old woman chimed. He nodded. Since they didn't gamble with money, they gambled with food and the like. Made it easier on everyone. And he wouldn't tell a soul he actually played against old ladies and lost regularly. Why would you think that?

He waved, giving a "Have a nice day old hag." He fixed the collar of his shirt, the plain collared shirt itching him slightly. He was wearing normal slacks. Like hell he was going to go outside, without dressing appropriately. The brunette cut through a few lines, something normal in Italy. Not like he had to wait. He finally got to a few different stalls, picking up spices, fruits, vegetables, and a whole lot of curses on the way. Old hags....and a really girly ninety year old man.

The only thing he needed was tomatoes...and maybe some apples...he was running low. Finally the amber-olive eyed male made it to the stall he needed, before tilting his head again. He had seen her somewhere before. His eyes scanned over her, black hair and all, and it rang for him. Cambodia. Though he wasn't sure what her human name was. Most knew of his name as, 'Lovino' due to Spain never learning to stuff his mouth and leave him alone. He walked forward hearing her question, and he eyed the guy tending the stall. He was too far away to hear her. 

He mentally groaned at the fact that he actually had to talk to someone. That was his brother's job, not his. He was supposed to be scary and mean...that description courtesy of his brother while he wailed about him being mean to the Potato heads. Romano hissed at the thought of those idiots even coming fourteen thousand miles near his thoughts. Disgusting barbarians. Barbari! Sighing quietly and wishing for someone to talk to this girl, the Southern Italian gave a impassive look down to her. "Those are tomatoes. Paste tomatoes to be exact. Best for cooking for tomato sauce and and the like." He picked one up himself, looking at it. "It is known for it's less water, more tomato quality, due to the fact that it doesn't take as much to cook. Though you can use other tomatoes." He continued to explain. 

She seriously was asking what the hell a tomato was?! It didn't take too much thought. 'Take a deep breath Romano, take a deep breath. You are smarter than them, because you are Italian. A proud Southern Italian that doesn't run from a fight. No you do not! You have chess games that take years to complete, due to the fact that they wish to mail you a letter to tell you their next move, instead of calling you.' He thought mentally. "I'm Romano." Thank god this wasn't a male. He would have cursed him to kingdom come. But Romano knew this child was a nation, if not a hardly known one. He sure as hell didn't know who she was personally. Just Cambodia. "You would know me as South Italy." He added, picking up some of the fruits, examining for bruises and such. 

Ah, quality. Italian food! This is where he liked to be. Though that brunette idiot had some good tomatoes too. He took a deep breath, shouting out to the stall keeper, shoving some money into his hands. After counting the money, the man nodded, and Romano picked up some tomatoes, shoving them into a spare pocket in the small satchel he was carrying. To acidic to store with the others, Romano remembered. 

He hoped this was a short conversation, and he wouldn't have a annoying nations speaking to him all day. Unless she was smart enough to carry a conversation, he wanted to go home and make some pizza. He looked at her again. Females deserved most respect. He hardly thought of them as 'kitchen' workers and the like. Most could be productive on their own. "Anything else you would like to know?" He was done with his shopping, though he didn't want to tag along with this girl, dear god what the old hags would do. Probably give her the evil eye. The brunette shuddered just thinking about it.

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[Matthew Williams]

I'm checking this boy in for anger management. XD He's just this little tightly coiled ball all ready to snap on someone at a moments notice... I found no real errors I need to address, and I love the way you've characterized him, soooooo...

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