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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.





fortroughs asked:
[TEXT] staying at uncle alexandrus house. tell arthur i said hi

[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”





froncobonerboy:

pomodororossosangue:

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.





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.





 





Anonymous asked:
Scusi, hai un reggiseno?

… no, I don’t own bras. Why should I, I’m a man.





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.]





(Source: froncobonerboy)





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