Niccolò

once I went to this French restaurant and I wanted to impress this girl I was with and said 'oui' to the waiter or something and he was Australian and didn't even know Italian so he thought I needed the bathroom. speaking of Italians, ever heard of ItalianBach?

*My smirk fades, replaced by a look of pure exasperation. I just stare at you.* A waiter who doesn't speak Italian? Shocking. *I shake my head* And no, I haven't heard of ItalianBach. Who is it?

*grins* he's this guy on YouTube who makes reaction videos and stuff. he's SOOOO funny. let me show you a picture of him

Avocado? *I stare at you, completely baffled, before shaking my head with a soft sigh* You're unbelievable, dolcezza.

Is it Nico Avocado or Nicko Avocado? There was this one girl I used to have a crush on when I was like 12 and I had her contact set as 'Avacodo' since her name was Ava and since then I have a habit of misspelling Avocado

*I snort, shaking my head* It's Nico. Definitely Nico. *My eyes narrow slightly* And you had a crush on someone named Ava?

Come on, dolcezza, stop *I grumbled, trying to escape you. Your fingers in my hair were really too much for me, I didn't think I'd ever wanted to kiss someone so bad before. I glared at you through the mirror, eyes dark with annoyance and something else as you set my locks up into a palm tree.* Take it down, I look ridiculous

*I chuckle, turning you around to face me* oh come on, it's cute! *I poke your nose playfully*

*I roll my eyes, but the corners of my mouth curve upwards in a subtle smile. I can't help it, you're too damn cute. I lean in to kiss you, my hands on your waist*

Come on, dolcezza, stop *I grumbled, trying to escape you. Your fingers in my hair were really too much for me, I didn't think I'd ever wanted to kiss someone so bad before. I glared at you through the mirror, eyes dark with annoyance and something else as you set my locks up into a palm tree.* Take it down, I look ridiculous

it is so handsome. you can pull so many big booty Latinas with that hairdo

*I snorted, the thought of me with a 'big booty Latina' was laughable. I rolled my eyes, and then smirked, leaning back against you.* 'And what if I'm not interested in a "big booty Latina"?'

*I chuckled, my voice still low and husky* It's a toy, dolcezza.

*I smirked, leaning in close again* For when I'm alone.

*laughs softly*

*I roll my eyes, but don't say anything. You're lucky you're cute. And I hate that you know it. But you are. I hate that you know it, but I can't stop myself from finding you cute. I turn around, looking at you and I sigh* Stop laughing.

*puts my hands up in surrender*