Of Supplies and Thivery [Romano]

[Lovino Vargas]

Shifting a bit so he was more comfortably seated on the desk-corner, Lovino hooked his ankles together as his legs began to swing slightly from side to side. "So basically...your claim about someone able to get into your office without you here has been completely deemed false, si?" He quipped with half the cheek he'd normally have, mostly making the slight to Adnan due to habit. Then surprise colored green eyes and he tilted his head to on side as he stared at Adnan. "...Did you offer to show me where you hide your stash? ...Wow, you really are fucking desperate to get this guy caught!" He laughed a bit, grinning and nodding in agreement. "Si, that sounds like a good idea, but I gotta remind you; You have to be totally honest with me when I ask you the rest of my damn questions. Not t'say you haven't been, but if you lie or give some damn half-truth I'm not going t'be any fucking help, si?" He insisted, losing his slight smirk for a serious look and eyes with a sharper gaze than usual. The smuggler was enhancing his sight to make sure he could register any signs of lying on Adnan's part, as well as so he could see exactly what the older man was going to show him. This was going to be interesting indeed.

[Sadiq Adnan]

Sadiq scowled, but didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything to refute him. Someone had seemed that false and he was not happy about it...not happy at all. He was proud of his office and it hurt his pride to know that someone had beaten him in this. He would do anything to beat the person. Looks like he had made the right idea to trust Romano with this.

"I did, and yes, I want this guy caught and dealt with, he's going to ruin both of our reputations. I will answer all your questions, and I will answer honestly, but you cannot tell anyone what I tell you or show you. If you can't do this, I'll deal with this guy on my own and we'll just stick to normal deliveries. If I find out you've been selling information on me, I will be your worst nightmare." He stay sitting down and kept a serious look on his face. He was telling the truth, if the government found out about his abilities before he wanted them to, it could be dangerous for him...he could end up being killed. He knew almost exactly what he would have to reveal to Romano and he wasn't regretting it right now. "Just get asking the questions you need too and I'll show you my secret hiding place...and how I thought that I was the only one to be able to get into it.

[Lovino Vargas]

The faintest hint of a curl came to the corner of the Italian's lips as now-acid green eyes took in the irritation he could see still bubbling behind the serious look Adnan had on his face. He was always amused when he made people angry, it was so easy because people usually reacted to the same types of insults and jabs. And even if they was in a serious situation he couldn't smother the slight rush of pride and amusement that he felt. That is, until he realized exactly what the tall brunette had said. "He's not going to ruin my reputation, Adnan," he scoffed, completely confident. "And I'm going to save your reputation too, because there is no way I'm letting this punk walk around and gloat about this." Lovino's words were cold even when his eyes were blazing with both his power and his confidence in solving this mystery and putting the culprit in his place, either in the ocean with lovely cement boots or maybe-- Now was not the time for daydreaming, he had to focus. He took a deep breath to help his focus. "Look, I might not like the Resistance, and I might not fucking like you, Adnan, but I'm not a fucking eejit. You're twice my fucking size and I might be the best at fleeing a dangerous situation but I do not want a guy like you on my tail because of the fucking Government." The very idea was unpleasant and brought a grimace to his visage. "Plus, according to our business agreement, if I sell you out, you sell me out and I've got just as much to worry about with those fucking cacasodi." Selling information on Adnan was a suicide mission, and one that Lovino refused to partake in. Now, there were plenty of members that he didn't know that he would be more than happy to sell out, and he was sure he could work with the Resistance to catch a few Government officials he wasn't fond of but, again, was not the time to be thinking of more jobs. "Alright, fine, I'll get to the damn point. There's a weird draft in here that I've noticed every once in a while, and this is part of the old section of the city. Is there some old walled off entrances to the room or something?" He could sometimes feel the air shifting around the way it's not supposed to in an office like this, and the sneaky Italian decided that if he was going to learn some new secrets on the paranoid Turk he may as well all that was relevant. "And do you have any workers that either gives you weird vibes, like something's not quite right with them? Or maybe one that has a grudge against you for some reason? Not that I could misunderstand their reasonin' for not likin' you, you're a hard guy t'work with on the best of times, but if you know any that's particularly aggressive about their dislike for ya that'd be really helpful before I start garroting your workers." Lovino was completely serious about that last part, a slightly savage gleam swirling in his eyes at the idea even though he spoke dismissively. He was sitting almost juvenilely on Adnan's desk, arms planted by his thighs and legs slowly swinging back and forth and unable to reach the ground, but the air about him was anything but childish as he waited for the well-built club owner's answers.

[Sadiq Adnan]

He hated it when Romano poked at him. It was never enough to get him truly angry, but just enough to annoy him. He grimaced as Romano continued talking. “I hate to admit it, but I don’t really care who’s reputation it saves, just as long as we catch the dirty thief and he can’t bother me anymore. I don’t need to worry about him when I have plenty of other stuff that requires my attention. “ It really was a pain having to worry about the thief in his club when he had other business matters to worry about along with his other actions in the community and the group. He watched the other’s eyes blaze bright and knew that he had his power activated. Not everyones eyes glowed when they did, but Romano’s always had. He for one didn’t know if his did or not, but even if they did, his mask helped keep people from noticing if they did or not…well, it seemed like Romano was going to get to see if they did or not, he didn’t have his mask on as he forgot to put it on before Romano this night.

“I don’t care if you like me or what I do Romano, and I know you aren’t stupid, its just something that had to be said as the information that you’re going to hear and see can probably mean the difference between life and death for me. “ If he went down through something Romano had done, he would not hesistate to sell him out too…but if he got caught or anything else from his own stupidity, he would take what he knew about the others and Romano to his grave. He was a very loyal person and always followed through with his word whether it was personal or business. If he was backstabbed all bets were off, but loyalty was returned with loyalty. Hearing what Romano said, he smirked a little. “Your one for one so far, and you wouldn’t have felt it at all if some of the stuff didn’t need to stay cool. There’s a hidden door in my office that leads to stairs, which goes down to the hidden room below my office. You’re probably feeling it either from the door itself or from the vents. As for workers, all of them are lazy and don’t want to do all the work they are supposed to do except the bartender, he does everything he is supposed to and never really complains…its actually him I suspect of it. He tries to act to perfect if you get my drift. I’m not positive so yes, please wait to garrot my workers until you are sure, even medicore workers are hard to find anymore. “ He waved his hand nonchalantly and then grinned at him.

“If you can tell from the air that there is a hidden door somewhere, I want you to try to find it, see how good of those senses of yours actually are. “ He couldn’t help but poke at Romano, it was just what he did, and it was interesting to see his reaction. It was almost like a dare, and unsaid words were left in the air, your good enough to realize the secret room, not lets see if your good enough to find it without my help.

[Lovino Vargas]

"Yeah yeah, I get it," Lovino replied flippantly, brushing off the irritated words with a careless wave of his hand. "Get rid of the thief, one less worry off the mind of the devious Adnan so he can worry about all of his other illegal business. Honestly, how do you keep your money clean without gett-- No, no, that's not relevant, I'll ask that later."Then he pushed himself back to his feet, bright pale green eyes taking in the office as if for the first time, now that he had the opportunity to actually look around. "Well, even if you don't care about keeping your reputation as intimidating as it is now on our side of the law," Lovino refused to say Government because in his eyes they weren't on the same side when it came to the Government, not technically, "I'll be doing just that. Considering the fact no one else has tried breaking in for something, it's obvious our little 'thief' hasn't gone around bragging that he's one-upped you, but once you realize exactly how much your reputation keeps the others of our trade from bothering you, you'll be thanking Dio I've got your back." Then the Italian paused, his smirk turning into a more thoughtful look before becoming a shrug. "Well, sort of."

With that said, the dark-skinned Italian hopped off the desk and was already searching around the office like a curious child, but with much more devious thoughts in hand than the average child, fortunately none involving the Turk who had swiftly become his best-paying client. "So, rather than someone who doesn't like you, you're suspicious of the one person who seems to?" The words fell from smirking lips poised as a question, but were far too weighty with sarcasm to be taken as anything serious. "Sounds like a good idea t'me. No way that you'd have a worker that actually enjoys their position." Then those same lips twisted in a mocking pout, though he still wasn't facing Adnan, but rather looking around several of his wooden filing cabinets without actually opening any of them. "Aw, but you know you want those fuckers to work harder, why not send me off to scare a good working-etiquette into them?"

But then all traces of amusement were lost at the teasing challenge that registered in his ears even before any responses to his words were given. "...Challenge accepted." With that said long, nimble fingers quickly made short work of his both his dark green shirt and his vest, swiftly folding them up and dropping them into his chair. Then Lovino toed off both his shoes and socks, leaving himself wearing only his slacks. Once he had enough richly tanned skin available for what he was planning, the chocolate-brown haired Italian took a seat on the floor, crossing his legs underneath him and hands resting on his knees as his eyes slipped shut. As he did so, he focused as much as he could on his skin, forcing it to become more sensitive to everything. Lovino was attempting to feel the air-flow of the room, but that was a feat that needed heavy concentration and the shutting-down of all other senses. It was either a very bold sign of trust or an act of utmost stupidity that he would let himself become so vulnerable in front of someone that he commonly got into rage-filled shouting matches with, but he was going to find that damn room even if he ended up unconscious and looking like he'd walked through a patch of poison ivy.

[Sadiq Adnan]

He sat back in his chair and watched. He wondered how many questions were burning in Romano’s head about his business. He knew that Romano wouldn’t believe half of the stuff he did, it wasn’t all illegal and black market type stuff. “If you have any questions Romano, this is the meeting to ask.” He shrugged and continued to watch. He knew his reputation was what kept the others off his back, and they would be all over him if they found out this amateur little punk had managed to outsmart him…the little shit had to go.

His eyes followed Romano’s movements, wondering what the other made of his office. His office wasn’t like other, with all plush carpeting and expensive furniture. Actually, he had heard his office described as cold as his personality. The floor was made of metal, but had a wood flooring over it, and the walls were a metal basing but had wood paneling over it. The paneling helped hide the door and how . His own chair was comfortable and the guest chair would only be comfortable for ten minutes. The shorter people stayed, the happier he would be. He scoffed at hearing Romano make fun of this thought processes. “If everyone else is unhappy and one person is being a kiss ass and actually wants to do his job, why wouldn’t I suspect the one that is actually doing their job. And while I would let you do it, I don’t need them quitting and finding myself needing to hire new people. None of these now are government, but I couldn’t be sure with the next batch,” He stopped and looked thought for a minute. “Though I’ll think about it, they are really getting lazy and starting to take too many short cuts.”

He grinned to himself as Romano started trying to find it. He would need it. He did everything he could to erase signs of the trapdoor in the floor that led to the secret room below his office. It was located beside his desk. It wasn’t too obvious a place, like under his desk, nor in a place where it shouldn’t be, like in the corner where the first two places that would be checked, but beside his desk, where he could keep an eye on it, but not an obvious one. Seeing Romano strip and sit, he prepared for a wait. He didn’t know how long it would be until he found it, but he was prepared for the wait. He let his mind drift off to how he was going to handle his ‘client’ that was over stepping his boundaries and trying to put him under his thumb. He hadn’t bowed to anyone since his earlier gang days, and he wasn’t about to start now.

[Lovino Vargas]

Swiftly any and all sounds lost their ability to register in Lovino's mind. All of his attention was focused on his skin, and if you looked closely you could see his skin almost begin to flush as his blood vessels and capillaries began to expand, increasing the blood flow to his skin. Other than the parts necessary to keep lungs breathing and heart beating, the Italian systematically shut down all parts of the brain that were useless to the task ahead. Soon all that existed in his world was the alternating feelings of warmth and cold brushing his torso, arms, and face, soft material encasing his legs, and a cold, hard surface with the slightest scuffs situated underneath his feet. No images registered in front of blank green eyes, no smells tickled his nose, his tongue was free of taste, his ears acknowledged only silence.

That did not mean that Lovino wasn't aware of anything. He could feel the air shift around him in a pattern that suggested a large object behind his back, along with something to his left., a smaller object than the one behind him. Taking a long, deep breath, Lovino slowly bent forward to begin sweeping the very tips of his fingers along the cold surface beneath him. He could immediately tell that it was meant to be wood floor, he could feel the slightest grooves between them, and even with the finish the grains still stood out to the super-sensitized tactile receptors thrumming beneath copper skin. But it was colder than it should be, and after adding a bit more pressure, the dark-brunette could tell that there was something beneath the thin boards, something that made them less giving under his weight. It didn't feel like concrete like was common, there was a different feel to it. A metal of some sort, the Italian supposed as he continued his exploration.
The air was flowing continuously to his right, to him feeling like a slight breeze when normally the subtle movement wouldn't even register. Rising to his feet, Lovino slowly followed the movement, never lifting his feet from the wood floor. Instead each foot would make a slightly sweeping action, feeling minute scratches in the surface that were normally impossible to feel, let alone see and attempt to hide. When the movement of the air shifted again, signifying he was no longer in front of the large object to his back, the young Italian stopped.

The scratches underneath him were deeper here. Like either large, heavy, or sharp objects had been dragged along the floor. Kneeling down and having to ignore the feeling of his pants brushing his skin, smooth fingers ran along the ground again. The scratches were in all sorts of stages, some extremely worn and others feeling sharp enough to cut his over-sensitized skin. But as he continued, he could feel the air brushing the hairs on his arms, heading down even though that wasn't natural. This air was colder, heavier, but not so much that it should be travelling that swiftly to the ground. That was when his fingers stumbled over a thick, obviously made catch in the wood where it was cut. Air was sucked into the groove along his fingers, making his hair stand on end at the sensation. "H-Here," he mumbled without actually hearing his own words. "Trapdoor's right here." Slowly, very slowly, his other senses were beginning to return to him, but his skin was still hypersensitive and his fingers continued to dance along the seam, feeling grooves along the edge of the regular floor that did not continue on the door itself.

[Sadiq Adnan]

He watched Romano, what could he do but watch. Romano either wouldn't, or couldn't answer when he did his...whatever you called what he did. He slightly wondered how his power worked...how any of their powers really worked, but he wouldn't ask. Even if Romano knew, he doubt he would tell him, to much risk there. If anything should ever happen, he didn't want to know how his power worked; what you don't know, you can't tell. That was a big reason why he tried to keep everything a secret like that, the less they knew about each other, the less they could tell. But it seemed like they had to reveal their powers to each other, hopefully this need didn't come back and bite them in the butt.

As he was thinking, he sat completely still as Romano moved slowly through the room; he didn't want anything to throw Romano off on his search, he wanted to see if the other could find his secret room when others couldn't...well, only one other could apparently.

As Romano moved closer to the room, he had to wonder if he really would find it. He kept his eyes firmly on Romano and watched him get ever closer to the hidden door in the floor. he watched as fingers trailed the floor, lightly brushing the wooden floor. Grinning, he nodded in satisfaction and was impressed with Romano when he announced he found the door. The others abilities were incredible, and defiantly worth a compliment. He would wait to speak until he was sure Romano could hear him.. he had earned himself a boon.

[Lovino Vargas]

Lovino stayed kneeling in front of the trapdoor, hands trembling as he concentrated on his breathing and tried to keep it as regular and calm as he could. Using his touch like that, focusing on all of his skin instead of localizing it to just his hands or feet was practically soul-sucking in its ability to drain the very life out of him. Now that his focus wasn't on accenting his sense of touch and smothering the rest, the blood rushing to his skin flowed slower than before, back to regular rhythm in a way that left the dark-complected boy feeling cold, shaky, and a bit lightheaded. Blinking for the first time in ten minutes, you could visibly see a sort of cloud lift from green eyes as pupils refocused and eyelids squinted against the 'too bright' light stabbing his retinas while the very air stung over-dry corneas. High pitched noises rang in his ears, the smell of disinfectant and metal dizzied his head, and Lovino could only thank god he hadn't eaten anything within the past few hours or the taste would've completely overloaded his system and sent him into coma-land for a while. Something he really didn't want to deal with.

Then again, the way his vision was trying to tunnel the promise of sleep seemed very likely and he could only do his best to fight against it. Staying down on the floor next to the trap-door only noticeable now because of the hair-thin line cutting through the wood, the Italian shivered at the cold air prickling his skin. "I-I fucking found it, but holy shit is it unnoticeable..." he mumbled, still doing his best to take deep, even breaths so that the tunneling vision and severe pounding in his skull would hopefully go away soon. He had definitely overstrained himself, to be perfectly honest the Italian wasn't sure if he'd last through the rest of the meeting, let alone the extensively long and guard-avoiding rush home. "But how do you get the damn door open? T-There's no way that you could pry this open with your fingers, the fucking crack is too thin." Even to Lovino his voice was weak and shaking, god this was fucking pathetic. Forcing himself to his feet, tanned hands reaching out to steady himself on the edge of the desk, Lovino made sure to stand as tall and stable as he could, gaze still pinned firmly on the trapdoor so as to not lose it, so to speak.

[Sadiq Adnan]

He waited till it was obvious that Romano had finished coming back to himself before he moved, he didn’t want to do anything that would make Romano jumpy…now was not the time, he looked like he could pass out at any moment. Getting up slowly, he moved his chair closer to Romano. He could hear the wheel’s moving on the floor, rather loudly he thought in the silence of his office. When it was right next to Romano, he nodded. “Have a seat and I’ll show you how to get in. Then we can call it a night there as you look about ready to pass out. “

Not waiting for an answer, he stood near the trap door and, as best way as he could put it, extended his since of awareness. He immediately tuned into the metal around him. He could feel it contracting slightly with the chill of night and humming slightly with the mechanical equipment. Narrowing his awareness, he brought the trapdoor into focus and held his hand, palm up. Very slowly, he raised his hand and the sound of metal scraping on metal could be heard. It wasn’t very loud, and wouldn’t be audible at any other point except when the club and everything in it was silent. Lifting his had a bit more, it opened smoothly without any more noise. Once it was all the way open it was obvious that the floor was actually a type of metal that was covered with wood flooring. He turned to Romano to try and judge what he could be thinking of what he had just seen. He still felt the metal as a part of himself and could ‘see’ when anything moved in his club in his mind’s eye….in a way it was a form or echolocation, just with the mind and the vibrations of the metal. He planned to keep it up until the left the club for the night and made sure it was locked…..locked against anyone except himself. “Feel up to exploring a little bit or do you just want to go to sleep?”

[Lovino Vargas]

Wincing at the loud sound of wheels rolling and dragging over wood paneling, Lovino lifted a white-knuckled hand from the corner of the desk to his head, rubbing his temples. Why was it so quiet that everything else sounded so much fucking louder? Lovino's senses were already starting to dull even worse than the average person's now, but still that slightly wooden thrum of plastic on wood was attacking his eardrums and making his now-migraine that much worse. But still the Italian didn't take the chance to sit when it was offered. "M'fuckin' fine," He replied, sounding just this side of snappish as he kept his hands firmly locked around the surface of the desk. But then, almost as an apology for his irritated grumbles the older man for once hadn't earned in any sort of way, even to the pissy brunette, he quietly admitted, "I-I just probably won't be able to get back up if I sit now." Not that the Italian enjoyed admitting something like that, but it was a bit easier to say with Adnan, just because he assumed the older man wouldn't judge since they understood each other really well and were definitely closer than just business partners even if he didn't want to admit it he needed Lovino to get the items he wanted and trying to insult his pride by making some comment on the way he was still shaking would probably earn him a barrage of insults and a loss of business. Something Adnan couldn't deal with. At least, Lovino thought so. "Just open the damn do--"

He cut himself off as the older man did just that. Turning around to face Adnan while still leaning against the desk, tired green eyes took in the solid stance that the large, well-built club owner/Resistance fighter had taken. Back straight, legs set just shoulder length apart, and hand held out just past his side and palm up... It looked like he was preparing to lift something heavy. But then he was raising his hand and holy shit the floor was moving. The small brunette stumbled away a step or two on shaking legs as the trapdoor he'd been partially standing on tried lifting beneath his feet, having to collapse into the really comfortable office chair in order to not fall face-first onto the ground. The chair rolled back a few inches, closer to the Turk and away from the floor. Once he was sitting down and no longer supporting his easily admitted meager weight, the shaking of his frame had calmed down to a slight tremble even though he was still barely keeping himself awake. Green eyes widened(well, to him they widened, since they'd been so droopy before now they were just open to normal width)and a tan face blanked over in slight because how the hell did Adnan manage to do that? Sure, the sounds of metal scratching metal was a bit painful on his ears in the near overbearing silence, but the older brunette was moving the floor with his mind. Only confusion and awe were written on the brunette's face with all of his attention locked on the now-open trap door. Ordinarily he would've done a better job at keeping his feelings hidden better, but with the headache stealing most of his attention and the tiredness in his limb there was no will to try hiding the emotions dancing across his face, mostly impressed, shocked, and all those kinds of things. "...I was right about the floor being made out of metal," Lovino murmured, again feeling the weight of his headache and exhaustion weighing down on him, dampening his awe and making him look right miserable again. Especially because he had spotted the stairs leading down down down into the dark. "...Shit, Adnan, I don't think I'd even make it down the fucking stares," He admitted quite honestly for once. "Probably kill myself even trying.

[Sadiq Adnan]

Sadiq ignored the tone Romano used with him. Really, he was used to Romano and that’s just how he was. He was kind of surprised to hear him explain why he didn’t want to sit, but he didn’t show it, he only nodded while he focused on his power. It took a different kind of focus that Romano’s did, he had to feel like the metal was something he could control as if it was a part of himself. He kept silent while the door open, it was taking a lot more focus to open it silently. He had to gently manipulate the metal at the end of the door to retract enough to keep from making too much noise along with lifting the thing, but he would never tell Romano he was keeping it from making noise. To all intents and purposes it looked like normal, but it was a few centimeters short than it should have been. Once it was fully opened, he let the metal slowly return to the shape it wanted to take, to the shape it had been resting at for who knows how many years, long than he had had the club. He relaxed out of the well-grounded stance he didn’t even realize he took and smiled slightly at Romano. He noticed that he had fallen into his chair, but wasn’t going to say anything, it just wasn’t done.

“Hmm, yes, it is. Everything in the club has a base of metal. Have you never noticed the metallic smell in the air or how the music sometimes rings off the walls when the club is open?“ He turned to look at Romano, a slight smile on his face. “I manipulate metal Romano. Any metal object I can use for my advantage. This trap door is only a small example. Any questions about that? And you can either stay here over night in the extra room I keep ready, or you can come home with me and sleep in the guest room. Choose one cause I’m not letting you go home alone in your condition and I’m not escorting you to your place.”

[Lovino Vargas]

After a few moments of thought with his now sluggish brain Lovino finally shook his head slightly. "I noticed the echo and the smell but I didn't think it was because of metal in the walls," He admitted, slumping a bit into the chair and not looking very forward to moving. Dio his head hurt like a bitch. Letting his eyes slip shut as Adnan continued to talk, he could only nod slightly when the older man blatantly stated his ability. "Hell of a lot more useful than mine then," he mumbled, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and his cheek in his hand, using his pointer finger to massage his throbbing temple. Then he shook his head. "No fucking questions, and there is no way in hell I'm staying here alone when we know that some cocky little shit is able to break in. Rather not be robbed or murdered in my fucking sleep..." Adnan could read that however he wanted, as an insult to his club's safety or a compliment to his ability to guard his own home or even a statement that Lovino trusted him more than he tried to portray. He honestly didn't care much anymore, be it his appearance, since he was still wearing only his dress pants and probably looked at least half as shitty as he felt, or what the other decided to take his words as. He just wanted to drug himself into a painless sleep on a comfortable bed in what he knew would be a safe environment. Hell, he'd probably even sleep on the couch or even the floor so long as it was a place he knew he wouldn't end up getting hurt at. He was even starting to drift off a bit now, lost midst the constant stabbing sensations in his brain, the dull aching in his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, and then that irritatingly painful tingling in his skin... He was going to be out for days at this rate, if he didn't sleep soon. The longer he stayed awake after this kind of overstressing his powers, the longer he would be comatose.

[Sadiq Adnan]

He look closely at Romano and just ignored what he said, he was used to vague insults and while some of it was a complement, he wasn’t sure Romano even knew what he was saying. He lowered his hand and the door closed. He went around the room, making sure everything was in place before walking over to Romano and kneeling down in front of him with his back to him. ”Climb on my back and we’ll get going, you can sleep on the way to my place and I’ll stick you in my spare room, you can stay for as long as you need to get yourself over the rebound from over using your power.”

He would take care of his associate and help him out, there was no question about it, he just hoped that Romano would climb on his back because that would be easier to carry and allow Romano to sleep. He could carry him bridal style, but that would cause too many questions if stopped whereas the other way wouldn’t. He kept his head turned, waiting for Romano to say something.

[Lovino Vargas]

So close... Lovino had been so close to falling asleep but Adnan's words jolted him upright again, back stiff and looking a bit startled. The he stared at the older man, a look of uncomprehendsion on his face. "...Either I'm even worse off than I feel or you're crazy-stupid," he mumbled bluntly, leaning forward and gracelessly crawling onto Adnan's back. "Give me a shot of something and you c'n pass me 'ff s'drunk..." His words were slowly slurring together as he rested his head on a broad shoulder and wrapped his arms around the tall brunette's neck, trusting him to take him somewhere safe. "M'warnin' you though... You're gonna be stuck w'me for days. Y'can just drop me off at h'me if y'want, gunna be a hassle..." Lovino huffed, his eyes slipping shut as he started drifting off again.