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Lovino's cheeks flushed red hearing 'My Lovi' which he hate being called that looking off to the side muttering a few curse words underneath his breathe slamming the book close having a frustration face, his brown eyes darting over to Antonio.
"If I say no, you'll still follow me. ...Fucking fine.. come on." rounding up his stuff and bag stumping it over his shoulder walking past the Spaniard and out of the room not liking this idea but has no choice in the slightest.
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