“I said calma, not yell louder, stronzo! People are looking!”
“You are the stronzo!”
“Fuck you I could be the pene if I wanted!”
They unsuccessfully tried to murder one another for the next ten minutes, fists finding only air or unyielding armour. People well and truly did watch them now or at least until the brute, as usual being irritating by lurking around their patrol route, grabbed Bruno by the back of his clothes and yanked him away.
“Have you lover's quarrel somewhere else, stronzi!”
“He tried to have his way with me!”
“Pezzo di merda it was you who tried to have your way with me!”
“Florentine!”
“Woman!”
“Shut the fuck up!” the captain cuffed him across the back of the head hard enough for him to see stars even with his helmet on. His mouth snapped shut. Pene stood at attention like some sort of lumpy bean pole.
“What are you fighting about now? Which one of you who will wear the dress? It does not matter. Shut up and do your job or you will find yourselves face down in the canal, capiche?”
“Si.”
“Bene. Now get along before I tell everyone that you two consummated your marriage.”
I would not consummate a marriage with him. I would not even marry him to begin with. Even if a man could marry another man. Perhaps he wasn't so likeable after all. They finished their patrol without saying another word to each other.
-- Bruno scares Antonio by telling him ghost stories then climbing down to the window of his room and whispering scary ghost things. I swear this story gets more and more ridiculous the more I write it. OTL
Re: It's guard love 8b/??
“The feeling is mutual, cazzo!”
“I said calma, not yell louder, stronzo! People are looking!”
“You are the stronzo!”
“Fuck you I could be the pene if I wanted!”
They unsuccessfully tried to murder one another for the next ten minutes, fists finding only air or unyielding armour. People well and truly did watch them now or at least until the brute, as usual being irritating by lurking around their patrol route, grabbed Bruno by the back of his clothes and yanked him away.
“Have you lover's quarrel somewhere else, stronzi!”
“He tried to have his way with me!”
“Pezzo di merda it was you who tried to have your way with me!”
“Florentine!”
“Woman!”
“Shut the fuck up!” the captain cuffed him across the back of the head hard enough for him to see stars even with his helmet on. His mouth snapped shut. Pene stood at attention like some sort of lumpy bean pole.
“What are you fighting about now? Which one of you who will wear the dress? It does not matter. Shut up and do your job or you will find yourselves face down in the canal, capiche?”
“Si.”
“Bene. Now get along before I tell everyone that you two consummated your marriage.”
I would not consummate a marriage with him. I would not even marry him to begin with. Even if a man could marry another man. Perhaps he wasn't so likeable after all. They finished their patrol without saying another word to each other.
--
Bruno scares Antonio by telling him ghost stories then climbing down to the window of his room and whispering scary ghost things. I swear this story gets more and more ridiculous the more I write it. OTL