Taste the Tension like a Cloud of Smoke (Tess)

[Romeo Buckland]

“Boring.” Click.

“Watched that three times already.” Click.

“Hate actresses who only knows two expressions – constipated and more constipated.” Click.

“Boring. Boring. Boring.” Click.

And with one last click, Romeo turned the damned TV screen off, throwing his head up as he groaned. His right hand instinctively rubbed his temples as he shook his head slightly, while another low grumble escaped his throat. Classes had just started, and while Romeo’s among the student populace groaning at the interruption of their (much deserved) winter break and the sudden rush of requirements to accomplish, his current complaint has little to do with that.

You see, the Irish boy has found himself with virtually nothing to do. Again.

He was just about to give up all hope when he saw a redhead pass by. Mischievous grin on his face, he quickly turned himself around so that he’s now facing the back of the couch, looking at the redhead straight on. “Hey there Miss Grimaldi,” he said in a rather cocky voice. It’s no secret that he likes the Italian pyrokinetic, though if he’s serious or not about it is still subject to debate, “Would you mind helping a poor bored child make his life a bit more interesting? I don’t have anything with me right now, but I hope a kiss would suffice.”

Romeo says it hasn’t been much yet but he already knows it’ll be better than whatever rerun Showtime has to offer.

[Contessa Grimaldi]

OUTFIT

The halls of the student lounge were strangely quiet. At first you could only hear the faint sounds of a television, but out of the silence there came two sounds signaling the arrival of one particular Italian. First there was the clacking that came from a pair of black seven inch designer stilettos. Next a clinking sound lightly echoed, which came from a lighter opening flicking to life and snapping shut again.

Contessa slowly walked through the empty hall looking as if she had just stepped off some runway. She had managed to snag some new clothes over the break and she was already trying to wear them off. Many people thought Tess was a real show-off when it came to what she would wear, but she didn't really give a shit. She liked wearing beautiful clothes, and if she had the money to afford it what was the big deal. It's not like people wouldn't do the same thing if they were in my position. She would often tell herself if she ever heard people talking about her.

Tess entered the lounge and looked around, her thick red hair gently swaying as she turned her head. There was only one student in the lounge, and it just had to be Romeo Buckland. The two students really never interacted much, but that didn't mean she didn't know about him. He was Lucah's roommate and probably one of the most talked about students at Hammel Institute. Tess wasn't really in the mood to put up with anybody today, and her whole roommate certainly didn't help with her anger issues.

She quickly walked across Romeo hoping he would just sit there. “Merda (shit).” The girl muttered in her light Italian accent as she heard Romeo acknowledge her. Normally, she would've just keep just kept walking but she heard him say something about a kiss and she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Ummmm...I don't think so Ragazzo (boy).” She quickly responded lightly shook her head and raised her eyebrow trying to simply shake him off. Contessa hoped this would get him to stand down, but from she's heard, she knew it would take a lot more than this to get rid of him. And who knew this guy could turn out to be a good stress reliever for her.

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo’s little crush (using the word ‘little’ rather loosely) on the redhead is one of those few things that the Irish boy makes no secret of. Unlike most guys, he’s really not affected by the whole ‘embarrassment upon knowing that their object of affection knows how he feels about her’. Apparently shameless confidence comes with the growing ego. He’s not really shy about it to the point that it becomes seemingly insincere even. Not that he minds it that much.

“And I totally do not know what that means so I’d assume you just told me I’m hot,” said the boy with a haughty grin, suggestively raising his eyebrows back and forth, “With which I’d respond by saying thank you, and that you look rather ravishing too.” And he isn’t lying. Nope, a bit too cheesy as it might’ve been, he really does think that the Italian is quite the eyecandy. Her being clad in amazing clothes each and every time is just a cherry on top really. “I’d say that I’d do anything to ravish you tonight, but I’m not that crude. At least not yet.” Romeo says he’s rather witty. I could only shake my head.

Despite not knowing what ‘ragazzo’ meant, her body language and tone was clear enough to tell the Irish boy want she meant. Not that it would deter him or anything. “Again, me no comprendo.” shrugged the boy as he waved his arms in front of him, “Is that the Italian word for ‘sexy’? Because I think I’m very sexy too.”

“You look rather worried dear Princess,” said Romeo as he finally stood up and slowly approached Tess, smug grin not leaving his face, “Something bothering you? They say my lips can make people forget their own names, if it helps.”

Nope, not backing down just yet as it seems.

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Oh god I'm alwayssss late. I'm sooo sorry. >.<
- Jam