All this meaningless direction

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Characters: Romano and everyone ever.
Setting: Dorm room 1-02, F13 [Cathedral], F4 [Lounge], F1 [Cafeteria]
Format: Action
Summary: Lovino boy is back from ruined Italy. Welcome him back as he journeys to the bottom of the tower?
Warnings: Other than Romano's language, I can't think of anything to warn for.

[Dorm room 1-02]

[When Romano eventually wakes up, it's with a gasp for breath and a sense of dread and heartache leaving him as he eyes the walls and ceiling of his room.

He holds a hand over his chest, where his heart is still beating rapidly, then up to where his collar is in place over his neck.]

Shit. [His voice is quiet, eyes tearing up just a little.] Fratello, I couldn't find you. I was there and I couldn't find you. [He uses the heel of his left hand to wipe away the tears forming.] God damn it.

[If he's not alone in the room, he's not aware of it yet.]

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[F13, Cathedral]

[This is a floor he hasn't seen before. It almost makes him angry, that a cathedral would pop up in a place like this. Is God even here to help him?

Either way, it's a change, and it's curious enough that he decides to take a seat in the nearest pew, listening to whatever he can hear. It's not real peace, but it's the closest thing he can grasp at right now.

It reminds him of morning mass back home, and how Veneziano had trouble making him go before...]

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[F4, Lounge]

[There are quite a few new floors, Romano unfortunately discovers. When he finally makes it to the lounge (which he is now thankful exists) the first thing he does is flop on an empty couch to let his aching muscles rest. Fuck whoever made this tower so goddamn tall, and screw them for not sharing the elevator.]

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[F1, Cafeteria]

[Having finally made it to the cafeteria without dying (frequent breaks are great things), he finally gets to eat breakfast. Breakfast includes waffles and coffee, which is... pretty amazing to a guy who doesn't remember the last time he's eaten. This is actually his second helping.

He is a vacuum.]

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[tomatatas]

[She catches him in the Cathedral, having come to pray herself, and on sight starts to move towards him. Already having learned how poorly sound travels she leans forward to touch his shoulder, frowning slightly]

Romano? You are Romano, si? [With that curl she doubts he's anyone else]

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[At the tap to his shoulder he's prepared to turn around and frown at the person responsible-- only when he turns around he discovers that it's a familiar woman. With a familiar curl.]

I am.

[He thinks he remembers her from the network but he'll let her be the one to prove him right or wrong.]

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[she nods slowly, before turning away, genuflecting and sliding in between the benches, kneeling to pray. She doesn't speak until she's done, slowly sitting next to him]

Thinking, or praying?

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Wondering where this Cathedral came from in the first place. [Honestly. It hadn't been here before he ....left... had it?]

You're Romana, right? [thumbs over the back of the pew in front of him distractedly, quietly hoping she wouldn't plan on lecturing him here in person]

[tomatatas]

It just appeared one day... like the other levels.

Si. [Folds her hands in her lap, glancing at him] Who else would you think I was?

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There are more new levels? [He hasn't been further down yet. Now he dreads doing that.] Stupid tower. [He sits up straighter and looks down at her, then back at his own lap, thoughtful]

No one, I guess. [but while he's thinking on the topic of familiar curls... a hesitant pause] Have you heard anything about our Northern halves?

[tomatatas]

Si, a few. [Oh, cry more Romano. Muffin top muffin top!!!

Picks at her skirt, feeling pity for him before she even speaks] Venezia's here... I haven't seen any man that looks like her though...

I'm sorry.

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[S-Shhhh!!! Some ladies like that in a man right?!]

Your sister? [Well... at least there's that. He can't say he's not envious, but it does leave room for hope.] Maybe my brother just got lost on the way here.

[tomatatas]

[....Which ladies? She doesn't know any that do]

Si... [Nods slowly] I... I thought she was... gone, so maybe...

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[Some think it's cute...]

Is she around? [Not that he wants to meet her.]

[tomatatas]

[Who...?]

Si. I... she wanted some space, says I've been... clingy. [Totally not huffy at that she is so not clingy at all...]

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[I... I bet Spain would think it's cute! Either Spain.]

Clingy? [that makes him smile, and anyone who knows him knows that means he's about to poke fun at something] So you're the clingy type?

[tomatatas]

[...they have questionable tastes so.

Gives him a sharp glare, replying in just as sharp a tone] I thought she was dead, asshole. So yes, I'm going to be a bit clingy, because she's my sorellina. You would do the same with him, don't lie.

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[...sob. I can't deny that.

He recoils a bit, and feels like a bit of an asshole in the process.] Okay, so maybe I would. He's clingier, though.

[tomatatas]

[Good, she hoped he would. Italian woman are boss at guilt trips yes] It doesn't matter. You just can't call me clingy when you'd do the same.

...Is he really clingier?

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[Stupid guilt trips.] I might do the same, I might not. It hasn't happened yet, either way.

Yes, he's the damn clingiest thing on two legs. It doesn't matter if he misses you or you just walked out of the bathroom, he still clings like a needy monkey.

[tomatatas]

[Shut up and eat your delicious meal. All 3 serves] ...You will.

[Shrugs, looking away] And you really mind that? It's nice to be wanted...

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[Oh okay. I will eat everything you dish out.]

To be wanted...? [A flash of insecurity on his face.] Well yeah, but he doesn't... really want me. The jerk would rather spend time with potato lickers than his own brother.

[tomatatas]

[How bout a knuckle sandwich?]

[She sees that insecurity, feels her own within herself and sigh] Saying that only makes it worse you know... at least pretend. It'll help.

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[Will it be tasty and made with love?]

...

[He's going to be stubborn and ignore her advice here, or at least not vocalize how he feels about it. Instead, he tries to bring up a similar topic.]

How is the relationship with you and your sister?

[tomatatas]

[... no.

And please like that will work. She's the queen of changing topics, you can't distract her]

Like any relationship between sister's.

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[He can damn well try, until he gets lazy and bored with it. orz ]

So you would call it 'normal'?