Amelia turned her head a little, a yawn passing her lips. “Is China that bad? What were they doing?” She couldn’t fathom what could be so annoying. Or…ugh, maybe she could. It didn’t sound fun at all.
Erica growled, “Living.” She took off her sunglasses for a moment and rubbed at her eyes. “It’s unfortunate that you can’t kill your business partner.”
Amelia chuckled, her own sunglasses slipping down her nose as per usual. “Unfortunate indeed, or I would have done so myself many times. I’m sorry, I’d lend you a hand if I could.” Usually she wouldn’t have been so sympathetic, but…Erica was definitely a special case.
“Well I’ll be sure to have you on speed dial in case someone needs a good beating or two. I would do it myself but I’m afraid I can’t get my work clothes all dirty.”
Then get the fuck off my vineyard. I have problems I need to deal with and you need to get out of Italy if you’re so insistent on these plans you never actually seem to have. -storms past her into the pouring rain, muttering under her breath-
[Erica followed suit] I said tonight, moody, not now. I still have time to spare! I can tell you’re thrilled.
I swear to God I’m going to kill you. The nearest airport is on Sicily. Scat.
You never told me what was wrong.
Scioccu! Would you take a damn look around?
Sure thing. [She looks around]
Wait… Good God! I think I’ve got it!
… I’m in Italy.
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beautyandthebaseballbat started following you
I wouldn’t say someone. It’s more like a group of people. Then again, almost everyone bothers me, so it doesn’t really matter.
Hmph. That’s unproductive. You could be doing plenty of things with that time.
Oh… I apologize for that then. I hope it lightens up soon. If you ask me you seem nice so I don’t get why they wouldn’t see it.
I know, that’s what Gutpa says but I just can’t seem to find something to do.
Thanks… I don’t know if nice would be the correct term.
Get a job.
Amelia let out an over dramatic sigh, toying with a strand of brown hair and twirling it around her finger. “Being bored out of my mind I’m afraid. Nothing interesting has happened to me, can you believe it? And I’ve been being good too. I haven’t had a reason to fight someone for a long while.”
“Really? I have, I just couldn’t be bothered to act out on anything. If you’re looking for a fight, you should try spending a week or so with China—you’ll lose your mind.”
Amelia turned her head a little, a yawn passing her lips. “Is China that bad? What were they doing?” She couldn’t fathom what could be so annoying. Or…ugh, maybe she could. It didn’t sound fun at all.
Erica growled, “Living.” She took off her sunglasses for a moment and rubbed at her eyes. “It’s unfortunate that you can’t kill your business partner.”
Then get the fuck off my vineyard. I have problems I need to deal with and you need to get out of Italy if you’re so insistent on these plans you never actually seem to have. -storms past her into the pouring rain, muttering under her breath-
[Erica followed suit] I said tonight, moody, not now. I still have time to spare! I can tell you’re thrilled.
I swear to God I’m going to kill you. The nearest airport is on Sicily. Scat.
You never told me what was wrong.
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Erica, gut to see you. Wilkommen.
beautyandthebaseballbat started following you
Oh, yes. [Erica eyed the German warily] Good to see you, as well. Thanks for the warm welcome.
It is only appropriate. What have you been up to lately?
Avoiding certain people. You?
Amelia laughed brightly again, scarlet eyes glimmering in amusement. “I have noticed, the poor girls.” Granted, she herself hadn’t even had a date in what seemed like forever and a day, but that was beside the point. Everyone was an idiot anyway.
“Oh,” Erica sighed, licking her lips, “I’ll bet they paid good money for their plastic surgery. Shame it didn’t do much to help. But beggars can’t be choosers, right? So what have you been up to?”
Amelia let out an over dramatic sigh, toying with a strand of brown hair and twirling it around her finger. “Being bored out of my mind I’m afraid. Nothing interesting has happened to me, can you believe it? And I’ve been being good too. I haven’t had a reason to fight someone for a long while.”
“Really? I have, I just couldn’t be bothered to act out on anything. If you’re looking for a fight, you should try spending a week or so with China—you’ll lose your mind.”
Go to the city, puttana. You’ll make a million. This isn’t a cat house.
Well if I do decide to head down to ‘the city’, why don’t I drag you with? I think you’d fit right in.
Been there, done that, the experience doesn’t change. You should try it, I’m sure it’s different here than in America.
Ohh. I think it’s a promising career for you. Should have pursued it! Shame.
It probably is, but I have no intention of finding out.
You’re missing out, darlin’. Potential lovers are wasting their evening waiting for you and you’re not going to satisfy their needs.
Oh, boo-hoo. They’ll just have to find someone else, I suppose. I have other things to do tonight.
Why don’t you go fill in for me?
Then get the fuck off my vineyard. I have problems I need to deal with and you need to get out of Italy if you’re so insistent on these plans you never actually seem to have. -storms past her into the pouring rain, muttering under her breath-
[Erica followed suit] I said tonight, moody, not now. I still have time to spare! I can tell you’re thrilled.
(Source: la-pacenti-partigiana, via la-pacenti-partigiana)
Erica, gut to see you. Wilkommen.
Oh, yes. [Erica eyed the German warily] Good to see you, as well. Thanks for the warm welcome.
