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[TEXT] thank you. im sorry. ill stay here till he goes home if thats ok. take care of the bunnies.
[Text] Okay I will.
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[TEXT] when he wakes up please
[Text] I’ll tell him, don’t worry.
fortroughs ha risposto al tuo post : [TEXT] staying at uncle alexandrus house. tell arthur i said hi
[TEXT] tell him i miss him pls.
[Text] He snored again.
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[Text] Who even is alexandrus. Oh well. Tell them I said hi and don’t eat too many sweets because I’m not taking you to the dentist again. Arthur snored, I think that means “hi” |
1 / 6 / 2012 @ 21:52
tagged as: pomodororossosangue. the reunion. quality pictures time.
(source: froncobonerboy)
The next thing Francis knows, he’s standing outside the Italian’s house, shaking like a chihuahua. A quivering hand reaches up to knock on the door, but doesn’t quite make the connection. The door waits patiently while he sniffs and releases a stream of tears down his cheeks.
[Romano is just waiting, sitting on his couch. Oh wait, he is not. No, he is sitting on a chair, because the couch is currently unavailable. You see, there’s a British man sleeping in there.
He waits, and of course, he eat, glancing at his guest to make sure he doesn’t roll on the floor. Again.]
Eventually he decides to slump against the door, the noise his head making loud enough to count as a knock. Moving away before the door opens and he falls into the house, he tries to gather his strength together, teeth gnawing on lip.
[Oh there he is. Getting up from the chair he is sitting in, he walks towards the door and opens it, a plate still in his hand and the fork in between his lips.]
‘Sup.
[Putting the fork away to properly speak, he gestures with a movement of his head to the couch, grinning.]
Go wake your sleeping beauty up with a kiss. But be careful, because he moves.
Quite a lot.
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Anonymous asked:
Ma puoi avere un hobby strano o una ragazza. I don’t have a weird hobby. Nor a girlfriend. I just have sisters, and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want me to give you one of their bras. |
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Anonymous asked:
Scusi, hai un reggiseno? … no, I don’t own bras. Why should I, I’m a man.
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The next thing Francis knows, he’s standing outside the Italian’s house, shaking like a chihuahua. A quivering hand reaches up to knock on the door, but doesn’t quite make the connection. The door waits patiently while he sniffs and releases a stream of tears down his cheeks.
[Romano is just waiting, sitting on his couch. Oh wait, he is not. No, he is sitting on a chair, because the couch is currently unavailable. You see, there’s a British man sleeping in there.
He waits, and of course, he eat, glancing at his guest to make sure he doesn’t roll on the floor. Again.]
1 / 6 / 2012 @ 20:52
tagged as: I wanted you to realize that and be happy BUT YOU CLEARLY ARE TOO DUMB TO UNDERSTAND. HMPH.
(source: froncobonerboy)
(Source: froncobonerboy)
