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Post by Sadiq Adnan on May 23, 2012 13:23:08 GMT -4
“Alright, we’ll do that.” Once Romano was securely on his back, he stood up carefully stood up and wrapped his legs around his waist so he could carry him easier. Walking out of the office, he closed the door and locked it with his key and laid his hand on the door, sliding the metal sheath over it that needed a power to move so the door could be opened again. “Don’t worry about that, the backlash from over using your powers like that is gonna cause one hell of a rebound and I can bet you’ll be feeling much worse before you get better. Sorry for putting you through this.” He walked over to the bar and poured a shot of rum and tapped Romano on the arm and held up the shot glass for him.“Here, drink that and we’ll get going and you can fall into sleep.” He was going to take care of Romano for now, it was partially his fault that he Romano would be down for days.
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Lovino Vargas
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The Government, the Resistance... they're all the same shitheads in the end, can't trust either.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 27, 2012 22:03:16 GMT -4
With a quiet groan, Lovino rested his head in the curve of Adnan's neck and tightened his grip on the older man. He had felt Adnan moving his legs to wrap around his waist and he hardly had the strength and conscious mind to keep them there. But the Italian did, and he didn't move his head from its 'hiding place' until he heard the quietest squeaking of creaking and scratching metal. Peeking green eyes over a broad shoulder, he stared for a few moments before Adnan was walking back into the club proper. "... What metal is your office made of...?" He whispered as he was carried to the bar and Adnan poured a drink of some sort. Then he made what would have been a derisive scoff if it hadn't been so quiet. "Don't fuckin' 'pologize... Was m'own damn fault. B'fine, grzie." If he hadn't focused so hard on full-body oversensitivity he wouldn't be like this. That was Lovino's own fault for not having enough control over his senses. Then with a groan he shifted his grip on Adnan so that he had one arm wrapped just tight enough on the tall brunette to no fall off his back, leaving his right hand free. Reaching the shaky appendage out and taking the shot glass, Lovino swallowed the rum with all the grace of a prepubescent with their first shot, though it was only because he could barely keep from throwing it up. Lovino had never been a rum fan and in his state he could barely keep it down. Groaning again, the Italian let the glass slip back into Adnan's hand before letting his head thump back onto the Turk's shoulder. "Grzie for t'king me in..." was the last thing he managed to mumble before he was out like a light, one not due to turn back on for at least three days.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jun 7, 2012 0:05:06 GMT -4
He kept a tight grip on Romano and was glad that the other had the presence of mind to wrap his arms around his neck and shoulders in a way that would hold tight even after he passed out. ”My office? The whole building is made of steel, though there are some iron components and some random copper for the plumbing and electrical work, too much to mention really.” He was glad that Romano was breathing on his neck; it helped him keep track of how he was fairing with the backlash. He had seen people stop breathing due to the backlash affect. He waited for Romano to drink the alcohol he was handed and was surprised at the groan he heard as the glass landed back in his hand. Feeling the other’s breathing slow down into the easy pattern of sleep, he put the glass down and pulled out one of the pads of paper that was kept there and left a note for the manager coming in in a few hours that he would be gone for a few days and if he was needed to call him on his cell phone. Once the note was finished, he left it on the cash register and headed to the back of the club. Getting his jacket, he layed it over Romano to keep him warm and left the club. It was so quiet out he could hear the tumbler turn with the key as the door was locked. He only used a key on this door as this was the main door his staff entered through. With a sigh, he made sure Romano was secure on his back before he set off towards his home-he would not let Romano suffer the pains of backlash alone, he needed someone to take care of him and he didn’t think Romano had anyone to do that for him. He would watch out for his business associate.
Thank you for reading, this has come to and in and will be continued in a new rp.
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