Two's a Pair Three's a Crowd [Lovino & Lucía]

[captainkyosai]

I WANT TO WATCH IT BURN

Why in the world can’t he just simply refuse all of these favors that are asked of him!? Honestly, now Iain is questioning himself greatly. Why the hell did he even accept this request?

He was stuck spending the whole day with Francis’s sidekick – Lovino Vargas or whatever the hell his name was (it was not like Iain tried to be friends with everyone). Of course, even if this guy reminded the ginger of his old roommate, he never even bothered to socialize with that roommate. So, this explains his current situation, waiting with the Italian at the Waterfall. He didn’t even dare to strike up a conversation with him, hell the only thing he said for the whole day now that was he was told by Francis to, and this narrator quotes, “babysit ye on yoor wee date.” Hell, he doesn’t even want to be here… but he’ll keep his damn words like any real man would.

The redhead was standing against a tree that bordered around the waterfall. Sure, the scenery was good and all, but who wants to tread through the hot and usually wet forest to go to this place? It was November and it’s still wet and somewhat warm. … Then again, who would want to tread through the hot and usually wet forest to the abandoned mansion – God damnit, stop comparin’ th’s favor to th’ last one ye did Iain.

Honestly, this better have some sort of better outcome to his advantage. Iain wasn’t here to be the wingman or the hawk – hell, the most he would probably do is just not pay attention to them but still follow them. Hell, he doesn’t even see a reason why to be so concerned about a date like this. He should have brought something to do – like his DS so he can play Professor Layton to pass the time or a book of logic puzzles to amuse himself with. What he hated most wasn’t that he was wasting his day here; it was the idea of getting extremely bored and boredom is similar to Iain’s greatest enemy there is. He loathes it, almost fears it, but really, no one would really tell behind that scowl of his.

He had already faced the abuse of being called scary – and well, he doesn’t give a shit if he looked scary or not and his first impressions on the Italian guy isn’t great. He’s just as short tempered, but under that wasn’t anger, but a crybaby. Yeah, he went that far.

Of course, he’s always entitled to his own opinions… Yet, a thought that briefly wandered into his mind, who the hell would agree to go out on a date with this guy? He already had seen a few female students squeal and giggle at how cute he is, but what he knows… The girls always go for the jackasses and not the cute nice guys. Of course, this guy does act like a jackass to a certain level…

Once more, not that he gives a shit about it.

WORD COUNT: 509
TAGS: Lovino and Lucía
NOTES: THIRD WHEEL FOREVER.

By Captain of BTN and OTE

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A "date"... that was what you could call this arranged meeting between Lovino and Lucía. When the two first met early that very morning, Lovino had been quite the gentleman. He held the door open for Lucía, and gave her a warm yet half-hearted smile as he introduced himself to her. However, when the flirtatious Italian's kindness was met with stubborn haste from Lucía, it didn't seem to sit well with him.

He was cute, Lucía had to give him that. It was especially adorable how huffy and red-faced Lovino became with her rude response. Much to Lovino's surprise, however, with an imitated look of distaste, Lucía accepted Lovino's invitation to go on a date with him at the waterfall's edge. Although she wouldn't admit it - not even to herself - Lucía was truly looking forward for this date.

Expecting Lovino to already be there waiting for her, Lucía casually sauntered towards the appointed meet-up so she wouldn't seem too eager, contrary to however she really felt. It was almost like she had been practicing this for a while. However, what Lucía wasn't expecting as she neared was the silhouette of a man who seemed taller and more built than the Lovino she remembered meeting earlier. As she got even closer, the unfamilar stark-red hair grew more visible to her as well.

Not recognizing this fellow highschool student, Lucía was just about to turn around on her heel and head back the way she came. She figured perhaps she was here at the wrong time... or, in the worst case scenerio, Lovino stood her up and left one of his friends to be the bearer of bad news. But Lucía's curiosity told her different, and lead her to take a closer look and inspect this stranger.

With hands on her hips, Lucía's strut changed completely. She took long strides over to the man who stood under the oak tree at the edge of the water. Stopping a few feet in front of Iain, Lucía made sure to keep a bit of distance as she began looking him up and down. After viewing him a few times over, Lucía took a step closer. She fixed her posture to stand up straight and heighten herself out to the broad-shouldered gent (Like that was possible).

Just as her gaze met Iain's, Lucía opened her mouth and she spoke up, "...Who are you, exactly?"

[LOVINO VARGAS]

Normally, Romano would have been scared shitless of the tall, always scowling upperclassman now leaning against a tree few meters from him. His bright red hair, sharp eyes and his obscure way of talking – which Romano likened to the chanting of a possessed madman – were all things that made the Italian more than nervous around him. But right now, even if the two were alone in the middle of nowhere, Romano could not bring himself to fear the guy, as an emotion far stronger had filled his mind and pushed away everything else.

Long story short, he was goddamn pissed.

He wasn’t even sure who he was so pissed at; his oh so dear partner for getting him a damn babysitter, or the ginger bastard for actually agreeing to it. And why now, why today of all the possible days in the world? Could there be a bigger turn off for a girl than the guy saying ‘oh, yeah, this scary as shit asshole will hang around with us today. He’s my babysitter.’ Honestly, this date was a disaster and it hadn’t even started yet.

Still, Romano wasn’t one to give up so easily. Not when there was a pretty girl involved. He’d shake the guy off sometime during the day, grab the chick and hide away somewhere. Who knew, it could actually turn out good. Girls tended to like a little excitement. Then again, he wasn’t sure if this particular girl would; remembering their first encounter earlier that day, Romano wasn’t even sure if she wanted to come to the date. She was late, after all… had she stood him up? Was that a good thing? At least she wouldn’t need to see his babysitter now.

Romano rolled his eyes and then focused them back on the redhead.

“Hey,” he spoke up, cocking his head to appear cool. Honestly, he was still a bit nervous with the guy. Just a bit. Not enough to shake away the urge to just run up and punch him in the face. “I gotta take a leak. Don’t you dare follow me, or I swear to god you will drown in that fountain today.”

With that, the Italian pushed himself away from the tree he had been leaning against and wandered deeper into the forest, glancing over his shoulder every now and again. He was honestly worrying the other would follow him. He was sent here by Francis out of all people, so if the two were pals, nothing was probably beyond the guy. Disgusting perverts.

When Romano returned, relieved and surprised Iain hadn’t followed him, he was met with a sight so shocking it made his legs freeze still and almost caused him to stumble over. There, talking to the Scot was no other than his date for the day, not sounding pleased with the guy’s presence. Well shit. He had hoped he could catch her before she saw the guy and try to explain the situation away somehow. He had to act fast now.

“Don’t bother talking to him!” Romano shouted quickly, walking over to the two with as long steps as his feet were able to take. As he reached Lucía, he took her arm with his own and stepped away from Iain, throwing him a glare that told him to shut up and not argue with what he was about to say or else. “That guy’s just my servant.”

The second the lie left Romano’s lips, he came to regret it. Servant? Really? ‘My Hero pair’, or ‘friend’ might have worked, but serv- god, this would not end well. But what was done was done. He took in a breath and spun to stand between the two, facing the girl and flashing her a smile.

“Ignore him,” he beckoned, lowering his back and taking the girl’s hand in his own. He looked up at her and nodded a tad, hopefully cute or cool or handsome or whatever enough to take her mind off of the redhead. “And focus only on me, dolcezza~”

[captainkyosai]

I WANT TO WATCH IT BURN

"I gotta take a leak. Don't you dare follow me, or I swear to god you will drown in that fountain today." The babysitted said as he left his tree to wander into the forest. Why in the hell would he think that Iain would follow him to watch him take a piss? That's disgusting - and this guy is paranoid.

Iain would easily tell by just observing him, by how high the Italian is trying to hold himself up to hide that fear or nervousness of his, he was paranoid, very, very paranoid.

Of course, the moment Lovino retreated, the redhead signed. He was still regretting agreeing to such a stupid request, but his word shall be fulfilled - he will accomplish this task of babysitting.

Rustling from one side of the waterfall, attracted Iain's attention - which his gaze turned to without having the man turn his head. It was a girl, taking big steps over towards him. He assumed that she was Lovino's date, and would have guessed that she would be asking a question either about the presence of the the brunette or why the hell he's here.

He couldn't honestly answer the latter.

"... Who are you, exactly?" She asked after sizing him up and walking even closer. Iain could have answered this in a thousand ways. He could have said that he was waiting for someone else, he would have said that he was a 'friend' of that Italian - even if he would probably dare not say that. He could have told the truth of being the 'babysitter' or just say that he's the guy's partner.

But no, he was going to be nice for once - since this is Francis's partner and it wasn't like Lovino did anything to him except for calling him scary and whatnot.

"Iain Kirkand - a frie-"

Don't bother talking to him!" Interrupted by the Italian - that was a fast leak, did he really go for a leak? He probably hardly drink anything and decided to go in an attempt to relief himself before he wetted his pants or something.

But to be interrupted - oh, Iain eye's narrowed a fraction to glare at Lovino as the other did the same thing.

"That guy's just my servant."

.... Hahaha, yeah that's a good one - servant. Very good one...

Iain eyes did a full glare at Lovino, as he crossed his arms over his chest and made a expression that said, 'Really?' After all, trying to say that he was a friend and he wasn't a damned babysitter. Just as much as it would look like Iain would be clueless dating someone, he read a lot of romance novels to know that having some guy tell you that, 'Oh, this guy is just following me around as my babysitter. Don't mind him,' isn't a turn on for the ladies.

His emerald eyes continued to strongly glare into the other teen's head, as if he was going to burn holes into the back of his head. Oh... a jobbyst'rm is coming...He will regret saying that.

You see, it was very offensive for a man who believes that he has some level of class and even higher levels of pride. That lie was an attack on his pride, and Iain does not roll over and allow it to continue... oh no he will not. His mind reeled at the possible of what he could actually do. It was almost obvious to him, like a plan, he'll lure Lovino into his trap. Once he has gone far enough, SNAP! There's no way out of the situation.

Of course, he'll keep quite for now... The counterattack would come in soon enough.

WORD COUNT: 606
TAGS: Lovino and Lucía
NOTES: NICE GOING LOVINO - YOU RUINED THE DATE BEFORE IT STARTED. | Jobbyst'rm = shitstorm

By Captain of BTN and OTE

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"Iain Kirkand - a frie-" "Don't bother talking to him!"

A friend? Before Lucía could even think to turn and face the voice of interruption, the very same hurried over and slipped between her and the redheaded man. Iain was his name, right? Well, it seemed that she wasn't going to be getting to know this "Iain" anymore at any point today. Though it did make sense, she was on a date with Lovino. In all honesty, she hadn't expected him to become so possessive and suddenly pull her a few feet back from Iain to make room for himself.

Ah, but this certainly was the Lovino she had been expecting. She tried to keep a straight face as to not show just how relieved she was. When he took a slight bow in front of her and flashed her a grin, however, Lucía didn't even notice nor try hiding a sliver of a smile that made its way onto her face.

Oddly enough, it was also the word "servant" that really caught her attention - but even Lucía wasn't sure whether or not she should be impressed, or curse herself for being gullible. There was no way that little Lovino would have possibly convinced a man who could most certainly beat him to a pulp to be his servant. What use could there possibly be for a servant in this school, anyhow? Besides possibly holding your books as you walk from class to class. Or maybe carrying your lunch to your table in the cafeteria?

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Thoughts of Lovino perhaps having a lot of cash on him, and that's what he used to pay this fine sir. It wasn't impossible that his parents were wealthy beyond belief. Sure enough, it didn't take long for some images to flash through Lucía's mind; images of marrying a (rich) man, living happily with their three children (and their mansion, and their Italian sports car, and their yacht...) and dying happily (surrounded by bags of money).

Lucía decided not to daydream over such a thought for very long. Instead, she snapped herself back into the real world - the present world - and pushed away the smile from her face. She would've yanked her hand away from Lovino's grasp, if it weren't for the fact that she really didn't mind it there.

"I-it's about time you showed up!" The petite girl blurted out with quite the over-dramatic act, as though she had been waiting for him to arrive for hours. Oh, she'd focus on him, alright - but Lucía didn't have to make sure he liked having all of her attention. "I saw this man standing in your place and automatically thought you stood me up..."


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OOC: Okay, just wanted to add something I forgot; I know that typing Lucía over and over can get to be a pain because of the accent over the i... so If you guys want, you can just call her Lucia. XD I actually just copy-paste her name over and over to cheat, because I don't have a keyboard that can magically change to other languages. ;3; So, if it becomes too much of a bother for either of you, you can just leave the little accent out~

[LOVINO VARGAS]

While waiting for a reply and admiring the small smile Lucía had let show, Romano could have sworn he could feel a glare drill into his back. It send shivers up his spine. He did his best not to let his discomfort show to his date though, because he knew that if there was one thing chicks didn’t like, it was a pansy coward.

Besides, it wasn’t like he had anything to fear here… right? The guy was always glaring at people, and Romano doubted he’d be stupid enough to physically assault him. For whatever reason, the ginger and Francis seemed to be on friendly terms, and as perverted and creepy as the French guy might’ve been, Romano was pretty sure he wouldn’t be happy getting his sidekick returned to him as a bloody pulp. It was annoying and made the Italian feel sick, but he was pretty much depending on Francis with his safety right now. And the guy wasn’t even here.

Great going, Romano.

Focusing back on the girl now, the Italian could notice his date had seemed to… doze off for a while. Romano cocked an eyebrow, but waited for her to snap back to reality herself – she probably wouldn’t appreciate him shaking her awake. She didn’t seem the type to like too much touching. Then again, he was still holding her hand, and she had made no attempt to tug it away or make him let go, so maybe she wasn’t as cold as she seemed to be? How strange. Usually girls were very open about their feelings but this one… she was secretive and sort of reserved. Oh well, he’d drag her out of her shell for sure.

"I-it's about time you showed up!" She suddenly spoke up in a huff, and Romano couldn’t help but grin at that. She was being so dramatic over the whole thing, it was sort of cute. Of course, the Italian didn’t at all notice that he, himself, was often prone to doing the same thing, complete with stuttering and raising his voice just like she did.

"I saw this man standing in your place and automatically thought you stood me up..."

This time, it was Romano’s turn to be just a tad dramatic, and for once, on purpose. He cocked an eyebrow and straightened his back (the girl was so small that trying to be bent down enough to be lower than her was killing him) before tilting his head. He never let go of her hand though. She wasn’t complaining, so why should he?

“Stood you up?” He repeated in a tone that suggested such a thing was completely unheard of to him. He growled, as if the thought of someone doing that to a girl would have made him sick. And it did, to an extent, but he liked o exaggerate a tad. Shaking his head and shifting his weight from one leg to another, he continued: “Only losers do shit like that.”

He stopped shaking his head in favor of looking back at the girl, this time having to lower his gaze to her level. She was adorably short, he really liked that. Besides the cuteness factor, it made Romano feel a tad bit better about his own mediocre height.

“I’d never treat a girl like that. Especially when getting them to agree to a date was a drag in the first place~” He let show a sort of impish smile at that, as if letting the girl know he was teasing her about the whole ‘playing hard to get’ business she had going on.

For now, he had seemed to have completely forgotten about the glare still adamantly burning a hole into the back of his head. He was pretty good at forgetting people existed when he wanted to. Now he just hoped Lucía was the same; he didn’t want her interacting with the ginger bastard any more than was necessary. He was well aware the other guy was taller and more muscled than he was after all, and didn’t feel like losing his first date in weeks to his supposed ‘babysitter’.

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OOC: I have no problem adding the accent; I’ve got a separate key for it and all (our keyboards look like this~ )

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"Stood you up?" An expression that could only be read as absolute disgust seemed to wash over Lovino's face at the thought. "Only losers do that shit. I’d never treat a girl like that. Especially when getting them to agree to a date was a drag in the first place~" At this, the look of aversion disappeared from the Italian's face as quickly as it had come, replaced with a cocky, but playful smirk.

He was teasing her. Lucía wasn't sure how she felt about that, but the poor boy was clearly trying. Deciding to go easy on him (Or at least that's what she told herself), the reddened cheeks of the pint-sized girl puffed out in a stubborn pout. To put it simply, she was acknowledge that she knew just what joke he was trying to pose, but she gave nothing more in reaction to the little comment. However, Lucía had to admit that she was impressed with the way he took the thought of standing her up. It showed promise that this certainly wouldn't ever be a problem in the future, if they ever planned a second date.

Lucía stole a glance at Iain, noticing how uncomfortable he seemed to be with the prospect of being Lovino's lacky man-servant... or, more specifically, it was probably the idea of having to follow Lovino around on his little date. Which rose another question in Lucía's mind; why would Lovino want to bring his 'servant' with him on a date, anyway? Isn't this time he would've preferred alone with her, especially in a romantic hotspot like this? Next to the cliff that was known among the students as the "Lover's Overhang", the waterfalls were the place to go if you were on a date and planned to get a little frisky. With Iain here, of course, even a simple peck on the lips would be unnecessarily awkward.

With narrowed eyes that showed an odd mixture of skepticism and slight displeasure, Lucía's green-blue gaze followed back to Lovino. "Ché, is this 'Iain' guy going be following us around the entire time we're out here?" She questioned as she finally slipped her tiny hand out of Lovino's. She hadn't even noticed that their fingers had been intertwined for quite some time now.


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OOC: With permission, I'm posting here until Cap'n decides what to post for Iain~

[LOVINO VARGAS]

Romano smiled a bit at the girl’s pout, wondering if she realized how adorable she looked doing it. Was she being cute on purpose, or was it something she wasn’t even aware of? Neither type of girl was foreign to the Italian, but he figured Lucía belonged more into the latter category. He doubted that she’d be willing to reveal her cute side this early on willingly; after all, she seemed pretty hell-bent on keeping up that whole “tough chick, difficult to get, so don’t even try” act she had had going on ever since he first met her. Well, too bad for her, but the mere fact that she had agreed to come to the date told Romano there was more to her than she was willing to let on, and that she didn’t hate him quite as much as she would claim. Who knew, maybe she even had a crush~? Wouldn’t be the first time a chick starts being mean to him just because they like him that much. Either way, her blushing told Romano that she had obviously understood his little comment, and that was enough for him for now.

Lucía glanced at his ‘servant’ just then, and immediately the Italian started to feel awkward and anxious all over again. He had already managed to forget the guy’s presence for a while, but her acknowledging the bastard made him remember the guy all too well once more. Ugh. He still didn’t even get why the guy was here in the first place. Why did he have to be babysat? It wasn’t like this was his first time taking a girl out on a date, and everyone in the school should know him well enough to know he wouldn’t try anything funny with a chick on their first time going out. He wasn’t that lewd. He just wanted to spend time with a pretty companion, maybe give a kiss when they separated, not… do whatever Francis would’ve probably done if in his position.

Speaking of Francis, who the hell did he think he was, assigning him a babysitter in the first place? He was his hero partner, not his goddamn mother, and if anyone needed someone to look after their every move, it was Francis, not him. Could it be he was just jealous that he got a girl on a date and wanted to stick his little bloodhound after him to make sure the date wouldn’t end well? Could that be it? If so, Romano had even more reason to make sure Iain didn’t get to ruin his fun; he didn’t want Francis swooping in and taking Lucía. God knew what he’d do. The girl was so small she probably wouldn’t be able to defend herself, either.

More determined than ever now that he felt like he had to protect a girl, Romano turned to glance at the redhead. He was still standing still, not really doing anything but… standing and observing, all quiet. It made Romano incredibly nervous. Was the bastard scheming something behind his back? Should he just grab Lucía’s hand and run for the hills now that he had the chance? Would he need a distraction first to make sure Iain didn’t catch up – he seemed to be fit enough to be able to match their running speed with ease? Suddenly, Romano’s head was a mess of panicked thoughts and worst-case-scenarios, only clearing a bit when Lucía turned back to face him. And, from the looks of it, it seemed like she wasn’t too keen on having the guy follow them around either.

Wait, did that mean she actually wanted to be alone with him?

"Ché, is this 'Iain' guy going be following us around the entire time we're out here?" Lucía asked just then, also finally letting go of the Italian’s hand as she did. Romano blinked before he could help himself, wondering what her reasons were to ask that. Did she really want to go out on a private date with him, or was it just the fact that Iain was being creepy that made her want him to leave? The Italian’s negativity dictated he’d choose the latter option, as much as he wanted to pick the first one.

Well, in any case, now he definitely had to get rid of the guy. But how?

Romano remained silent for a while after the girl’s question, nervously alternating between glancing at Lucía and Iain, trying to form some sort of a plan. Telling the guy to leave would never work as he didn’t have any authority over him, and running away sounded way too wussy for Lucía to like him afterwards. What options did that leave? Lying? Why did everything always come down to lying? He wasn't particularly good at it.

The Italian tried not to bite his lip.

“Well,” he began, lowering himself to be closer to the girl’s eye level (and further away from the Scottish man’s stare), before he whispered: “Of course not. He's my servant so... I can tell him to leave whenever. He's just here now because uh... well, between you and me… that guy? He’s a bit, um, you know. Stupid. Slow. Kinda desperate for friends and all. I’ve been taking care of him all morning. Babysitting him, you could say. Haven’t had the heart to tell him we can’t spend the day with him. But um, I guess it should be fine now, so lemme just… go tell him to scram, okay?”

Romano straightened his back, mentally beating himself up for the lies he had just let out. What the hell had he even been on about? Anyone in the school who had heard of the guy knew he was smart, and shouldn’t he have already learned that the servant-thing was bad? He regretted it the first time he said it, why’d he have to bring it up again? Well, too late to back down now. He had promised Lucía he’d take care of the problem, so he had to at least try. He could do this. He could lie a bit more, come on.

Drawing in a breath, Romano walked up to the taller male and stopped right in front of him, arms crossed and head held high. For a while he just stared into the guy’s eyes, hoping he looked more intimidating to the Scott than he felt he did.

“Hey,” he began, glancing behind his back to makes sure Lucía hadn’t followed his steps, before he lowered his voice again so that the girl wouldn't be able to hear. “I’m thirsty.”

Honestly, he wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“Francis told you to take care of me, right? Told you to babysit? Well, guess what, it’s a babysitter’s job to make sure their victims stay hydrated. So go get me some water or juice or… something. I’ll wait here.”

And don’t make it quick Romano almost pleaded in his mind.