drunken confessions (p ;; cheyenne)

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    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]"No," he says with a shake of his head. "No, you didn't. Well, maybe a little, bit only for a quick second. Otherwise, no." Lovino looks up at his friend and smiles, but also lets out a yawn. It was only some time in the afternoon, but this was also when the Italian would normally take a nap, or siesta.

    [justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Yeah, I'm gonna go up there now. Wanna come?" Before he could receive an answer, Lovino finishes his glass of wine and stands slowly. He turns and walks to the hallway, and then he goes up the stairs, taking another turn before entering the bedroom. He collapses onto the bed and curls up in a tight ball, closing his eyes and, of course, falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.