Dante Giovanni
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Dec 2, 2012 14:31:04 GMT -5
Dante wasn’t really one for studying. To be fair he did try his best, but somehow something always got in the way of him hitting the books. Usually it was his sisters barging into his room to complain about whatever school mishap or crush was bugging them that particular week. The duties of being an older brother were cumbersome, but Dante couldn’t complain since he knew they’d do the same for him if he neede to vent about something. Still, it did make studying at home a bit difficult, hence why the blonde had taken to reviewing classwork in the library at Shibusen whenever he found a spare moment.
In truth, there were probably at least a thousand other things he’d rather do than study. For one, he could be out running around the city practicing his parkour. He’d rather try to figure out how to navigate through Death City by only jumping from street light to street light than read paragraph after paragraph of boring text. He’d rather go look for Natsuki and spend some extra time with her during these breaks, but of course that meant actually finding her and then praying that she wouldn’t troll him too bad. He could swear that girl was trying to fry his brain on purpose sometimes, but that was just another thing he loved about her, really.
Dante tried to push all potential distractions from his mind now that he was walking down the rows of the library. Studying for him seemed especially important to at least attempt. He was a NOT student after all. The more he studied, the better prepared he’d be once he and Tori made One Star status, or at least that’s how he thought of it. Tori wielded him just fine, but their teamwork could be a bit better. In addition his partial form was a bit; well, difficult to deal with. Being left handed, it was kind of a pain that his partial form took his right hand instead, plus it didn’t seem all that useful so far. Dante hoped to change that eventually.
Stopping in the middle of a row of books, it occurred to him that he actually had no idea where to start. Of course the higher books on the shelves were what caught this eye, but he remembered the last time he tried to get them without a ladder. Trying to run up the book shelves would not be something he would try again, at least not until he was sure he could do it without bringing down every book on the book shelf on top of his head in the process. That had been embarrassing, not to mention slightly painful. No, he’d have to think of something different. Asking the librarian would be too easy, so Dante sighed and set out to find a ladder. There had to be one lying around somewhere.
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jan 5, 2013 0:17:55 GMT -5
He didn't need to study today, per se, but Nathaniel sometimes wandered through the library on slow afternoons, browsing the books, flipping through promising (and some very much the opposite) old books. It was a nice way to while away an hour or two, and on a good day he could come away with some good reading material. He didn't know many people at Shibusen yet, and so he had increased his amount of book time almost to deal with the long hours of nothing between classes. Nathaniel's usual fare was brainless entertainment, but there were times where he craved variation - some good poetry, a classic, anything. At the moment, he was making his way through some of Robert Frost's better poetry. It had been sitting on top of some history books, obviously abandoned by someone too lazy to re-shelve it in the correct place. Nathaniel couldn't fault them, because the poetry section was across the room. It was easier to just place the slim volume anywhere. Nathaniel was guilty of doing the same thing - he had the sneaking suspicion that every single person that had ever been inside a library had done it at least once. It made him wonder if the librarians did that too. Probably not, since they'd just have to shelve it later.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone walk past, making him look up from "The Road Not Taken," although he hadn't been so much reading it as having wandering, vague thoughts about the organization of librarians. Some kid with blonde hair. Nathaniel thought he might have seen him around, but with a school as big as Shibusen, it wasn't easy to tell. Quickly he closed his book and slid it back into place, watching as the other guy looked at the top shelf warily and looked around. The ladder wasn't there - the meister had seen a librarian grab it not 10 minutes previous. Nathaniel walked over to where the other guy was, raising a hand in greeting.
"Excuse me, uh, hey! Do you need help getting a book?" Nathaniel scratched the back of his head, giving the other young man a lopsided grin as he drew close. "I noticed you were eying the top shelf. It's no trouble, really."
The guy in front of him wasn't short, but Nathaniel did have a significant height advantage - he probably had at least 6 inches on the other student. He could reach the top shelf with relative ease, and didn't mind getting books for others - in fact, it happened at least twice every time he stepped in the library. It felt good to help out, even in such a small way.
Stepping close to the shelf and giving the books a casual glance, he looked back at the guy. "Which one didja want?"
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Dante Giovanni
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Among thorns grow roses.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jan 5, 2013 1:21:44 GMT -5
Of course the ladder would have disappeared from sight as Dante went to look for it. It knew the blonde needed its assistance, and so the object in question had completely disappeared, probably having been borrowed by that lion and taken away into Narnia with his luck. Okay so he was being a little ridiculous but really, it happened all too often to him. Dante wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow wound up tripping over said ladder on his way out, just to completely bury him in irony. Sighing, the blonde turned back around and stared woefully up at the higher shelves. Seriously thought, who the hell was actually tall enough to reach those books anyhow?
Because the world seemed to constantly work in a way that was determined to prove Dante wrong about everything, the tallest person he’d ever seen happened upon him in his book plight then. The blonde paused, blinking up at the giant for a moment. Damn, this kid may have been taller than Klaus! Dante didn’t think that was possible, after all the Swede was enormous, but this kid was just ridiculous. Remembering that staring was rude and that he actually did need help, Dante gave the tall guy a somewhat timid grin and nodded,
“Actually yeah, that’d be great.”
The blonde stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders, somehow embarrassed by something as silly as not being able to reach a book. Then again this was better than the last time he’d wandered into the library seeing as Dante hadn’t managed to bring an entire shelf of book toppling down upon his head to bury him alive. Yet. That was the key word, something could still happen, he just hoped it wouldn’t. Of course that little fiasco hadn’t been all bad. That was how he’d met Natsuki after all, even if that happened to have happened by him being buried by books and then face planting into her boobs.
Hearing the tall guy speaking to him again, Dante tilted his head up at the books. Which one was it again? Wait, what was he talking about, it was right there! Dante pointed to it as best he could,
“That red one there on Weapons.”
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jan 5, 2013 1:55:59 GMT -5
Nathaniel slouched unconsciously at the guy's stare. Sure, he was used to getting looks (being 6'4" tended to make him stand out a little), but it always made him slightly embarrassed. It was okay to be tall for some things, but always having to duck through low doors and never finding clothes that fit and having to set the seat waaaay back whenever he drove just added insult to injury. It was quite often that he wished he was shorter - if only to be able to look people in the eyes, not down at them. But right now, his height was certainly helpful. The bookcases had never caused him any inconvenience, but it was obvious that he was in the minority.
Pulling at the book other guy had pointed to and tilting it, looking back at him for confirmation, Nathaniel easily plucked it from its lofty perch and held it out to the shorter kid. "This one, I think? Here," handing it off gladly. He gave the other blonde a bright smile. "Need any more help, uh..." He paused, scratching at his face with a sheepish expression. "I didn't catch your name! Mine's Nathaniel. Nat. Whichever," he added. Nathaniel could be a bit of a mouthful, he knew.
He hoped the kid needed more help. He was the first person Nathaniel had had a real conversation with! He hadn't been at Shibusen long, and making friends was only a matter of time, but Nathaniel had found it hard to insert himself into any conversations. It wasn't that he was shy - quite the opposite! Nathaniel was friendly and outgoing. Talking to people had never made him anxious. But here at Shibusen, things were a little different. People were partnered with weapons - or meisters, like himself - and had dormmates; they formed tight groups quickly. He had felt awkward disturbing them, for reasons he didn't quite know. Maybe if he knew more new students, but he had come in later than anticipated because of his injury, and he had sighed when he realized any new student orientations would be nearer to the beginning of the year, whenever that was. Shibusen was still confusing to him, with classes on Kishin Eggs and survival skills, not American History or Calculus. He was still learning the ropes of this place, but it was getting easier. And maybe, maybe, this kid in the library would be his friend, which would make any confusion infinitely bearable. He seemed nice, and anyone who didn't immediately call him names was 100% friend material in Nathaniel's book. So he waited, all but crossing his fingers that there were more out-of reach books for him to grab.
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Dante Giovanni
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jan 5, 2013 19:00:09 GMT -5
If Dante had never really wondered what an ant felt like standing next to a bird, but he was pretty sure it was something similar to what he felt in this current situation. Still, the initial bashfulness that had washed over him was dissipating, especially since this guy seemed pretty nice. Relaxing a bit, Dante’s shoulders gradually fell so he didn’t look like he was expecting to be hit within the next several seconds. The blonde nodded to show that the tall kid had indeed grabbed the right book before taking it from him and bowing his head slightly,
“Yeah that’s exactly it, grazie.”
Dante returned the smile he was given. It seemed the Italian had met yet another gentle giant, albeit this one was more height rather than muscle. All that meant though was that Dante was nowhere near as intimidated by this guy as he was by Klaus on any given day. At the introduction, Dante shifted the book in his hands so he was holding it in one arm so he could extend a hand,
“It’s Dante, Dante Giovanni. E 'un piacere conoscerti.”
English, you idiot, English. Dante paused and shook his head, sputtering a bit in embarrassment at his momentary lapse into Italian,
“Sorry I mean um it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Dante then tilted his head, looking up at Nathaniel in the process,
“Do you mind if I call you Nate? I’ve got one Nat to keep track of already, and she’s more than a handful on her own.”
That and differentiating between talking about his girlfriend and talking about another friend would be rather difficult with two Nats in the mix. One was plenty, thank you very much. His mind wandering back a bit, were there any other books he needed? There was one that he could think of, and if Nathaniel was offering than he may as well take him up on the offer. It would beat looking around for a ladder, that was for certain,
“If it’s not too much trouble, there is one more book that’s pretty high up I’ve been meaning to look at. It’s in another section though it’s…um…hmmm.”
Dante turned around in a circle, trying to remember the exact layout of the library. His face was blank for a moment before a slight grin reappeared on his face,
“Ah, I remember now! It’s this way.”
Dante pointed off to the right down the rows a ways. It wasn’t too far off thankfully, and Nathaniel could just follow after him as well to find his way. The blonde wandered off to the end of the row and then turned around to wait for taller blonde to make sure he was following him first before continuing on.
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jan 6, 2013 0:57:22 GMT -5
Shaking Dante's hand, Nathaniel laughed brightly and grinned, bigger than before. "Sure. Nate's fine. My sister calls me that sometimes," he added. What was it Dante had spoken? Spanish? Italian? Nathaniel made a mental note to ask him about it sometime. He had no small amount of respect and - well, jealousy, he supposed, for people who could speak more than one language fluently. Nathaniel was clumsy with English, and it was his first and only language! When prompted, he could be horrible at German, thanks to three years of boring classes in high school. It wasn't that the language or content itself was boring - far from it! Nathaniel had quite enjoyed the challenge of learning a new language, and had done fairly well in the class overall. It had been his old, hard of hearing, and often curmudgeonly teacher, who had inexplicably called Nathaniel "Errol" the entire first year.
He shook his head at Dante. "It's not too much trouble at all. Lead on," he said, putting his hands in his coat pockets as he watched Dante get his bearings, following him the little ways down the row. As he caught up and paused near the correct bookcase, he addressed Dante again. "So, uh. Are-" He stopped himself. He wanted to ask if his (potential) new friend was a weapon or a meister, but that section of ice looked a bit thick to break. Nathaniel was still unsure of himself in terms of being a meister, and he often felt a bit overwhelmed by Shibusen in terms of what was expected of him. He changed topics quickly. "You need the books for class? Or just your own curiosity?" He asked, gesturing to the one Dante already held in his hands. As smalltalk went, it wasn't the best, but any mode of conversation was better than silence.
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Dante Giovanni
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jan 6, 2013 19:42:46 GMT -5
The more they talked, the more Dante found he was being proven right. Did he just have a knack for finding gentle giants? Was that his hidden mutant super power? Well, he had yet to run into an Etin or an actual giant, so he supposed maybe he wasn’t quite a mutant. Musings aside, Dante did smile a bit more as he felt more relaxed around Nathaniel. The fact that he was so friendly helped a bunch with that. Dante could sometimes appear a little shy and stand offish around new people, but as long as they were friendly that generally passed quickly.
Reassured that Nathaniel was indeed going to help him, the blonde kept a small smile on his face and meandered onwards down another row and a half. Dante paused beside the shelf, looking to his newfound library companion as he started to say something but then stopped. Dante tilted his head, letting out a small ‘hm?’ to question and also appearing a tad perplexed. Oh, book questions. Well, that was somewhat simple. Shifting, Dante held the book Nathaniel had previously gotten down for him out so he could see it better. It was a bit of a beast as far as size was concerned, but Dante didn’t mind if it somehow helped him,
“Well, this one I mainly wanted because I happen to be in the NOT class. I figure it may do me some good to read up on how exactly to be the best Weapon possible before I get to One Star. As for the next one…um…”
Okay so the next one he needed to get down was a cook book, so what? If anything he’d been surprised the Shibusen library even had such a thing but it had caught his eye a while ago and he’d been meaning to flip through it just to have a look. It wasn’t exactly a secret he could cook either, or that he was kind of fantastic at it, at least not among people who knew him. Screw it, if Nathaniel was going to jeer him about it then so be it. Only one way to find out. Dante took a deep breath, blushing just a tad,
“The other one I can’t reach is kinda sort of a cook book that caught my eye. It’s um…that one.”
Dante had to look at the actually shelf for a moment before pointing to a rather hefty looking blue book. As he did this, the blonde inadvertently kept his head down. Some people thought a guy that could cook was something worth picking on him for, even though it had been a while. Still, he tended to walk on eggshells whenever meeting someone new and having to let them know about how he was pretty much the chef in the house if his mother wasn’t home.
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jan 8, 2013 2:21:08 GMT -5
It was a simple task to grab the big blue book, but Nathaniel couldn't resist flipping through a few pages before handing it off to Dante. "This looks really good! What is it?" He said, tapping a page, holding it close to his face. If Dante was worried about Nathaniel being snide about cooking, he needn't worry any longer. Nathaniel loved cooking, although he mostly just threw stuff together and if it didn't taste good, he would give up and fry it. He always had fun, though, and enjoyed baking with his little sister. On one memorable occasion, they had eaten all the frosting before they had even gotten to the cupcakes, and both were sick for at least two days. Even though it had been miserable, neither would have traded it for anything. Nathaniel smiled, closed the book, and gave it back, looking wistfully at it. "Tell me when you're done, man. There are some good things in there. I might wanna check it out myself." He paused, slipping back into bashful mode. "Sorry. I didn't mean to...I mean, cooking is great, isn't it?"
Elated to have a common subject of interest, Nathaniel couldn't help but look like a puppy who was too excited to stay indoors. He did his best to hold himself back, for fear of talking Dante's ear off, but he couldn't not say something. His face lit up, and he scanned the shelves, pushing books aside, looking for something. "Not that it's any of my business, but if you need another good cookbook..." He stood on his tiptoes, but rocked back on his heels, slightly deflated. "They don't have it here, I guess. But it's one of my favorites! Mostly for the derelye. They're kind of like pierogies, but you fill them with jam? It's actually the most delicious thing in the world."
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Dante Giovanni
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jan 8, 2013 16:53:59 GMT -5
Dante was honestly surprised. Given Nathaniel’s whole outwardly punk appearance, he hadn’t expected him to be at all interested in cooking. Still, the brief moment of anxiety he’d felt at the potential of being mocked for his interests all but melted away, the bashful glance he’d given the taller blonde replaced completely by a warm smile. Dante had to stand on his toes to actually see the page Nathaniel was pointing at, but when he saw which exact recipe he was referring to a big grin spread across his face before he glanced up at the giant,
“Oh, that’s beef bourguignon! It pretty much takes an entire day to cook, but it’s so worth it. It’s probably one the best French recipes I know.”
Granted the first time Dante had tried the recipe, he’d nearly set the entire house on fire, much to his mother’s chagrin. Add in another two failed attempts, and he did eventually get it right. Now if only he could make crepes without somehow getting hit in the face. He wasn’t sure how or why, but whenever he made crepes one always wound up flying through the air and nailing him in the head, usually after being thrown by one or both of his sisters. They really needed to find better outlets for their anger that didn’t involve either throwing things at him or threatening to dress him in drag. Again. One Halloween spent as Diana was one too many, thank you very much. Dante wobbled a bit when Nathanial did eventually hand the book over to him, tipping a bit sideways before managed to balance the essential tome atop the other book he had in his arms. Not able to keep a positively giddy smile off his face, Dante nodded at the other blonde’s words,
“Sure! I’ll let you know as soon as I’m done with it.”
The sudden streak of shyness made Dante raise an eyebrow, but he merely chalked it up to that small bit of social awkwardness that usually went along with meeting someone new and not knowing how much talking was too much. Dante was Italian; Italians were, by nature, some of the loudest people on the planet. His sisters talked his ear off daily, Nathaniel prattling on about cooking was nothing to him and so he shrugged,
“Don’t worry about. It’s not too often I meet another guy who’s as interesting in cooking as I am. Most of them just laugh, actually, but they usually quiet down after I actually make them something.”
Truer words were never spoken. The haters would hate, and they would usually also shut right up after tasting some of the best food they’d ever eaten, or at least Dante considered it to be that high quality. The Italians practically invented food as far as he was concerned, not that he usually voiced this opinion, although eh would give France some credit too on occasion for some things. England, however, needed to be tied up and shoved in a corner and never allowed near a stove ever again.
Personal biases aside, Dante shifted his weight and maneuvered the books so he wasn’t having to lean slightly back to avoid from toppling forward. The blonde was always open to more cookbook suggested and was just the slightest bit disappointed when Nathaniel apparently couldn’t find what he was looking for, but the following description of something called derelye caught his attention and turned the rather placid expression he’d adopted to one of excitement,
“That sounds fantastic! I don’t think I’ve ever tried those before.”
Dante made a mental note to look up derelye when he returned home. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he thought for a moment, looking somewhat contemplative for a second or two before speaking,
“You know, if you aren’t doing anything after school, what do you think about coming over to my place? Maybe we could try out a few of the recipes in this cookbook?”
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jan 8, 2013 21:08:40 GMT -5
As Dante had noticed, Nathaniel's appearance was misleading. Even though he looked intimidating, there was nothing that sounded better than cooking with a friend. Dante didn't even seem to be bothered by his enthusiasm, and so much the better for it! He was right. It wasn't rare to meet guys that cooked, but as a hobby? Nathaniel could sympathize with Dante. It was especially difficult, since his style of dress meant even more for a stranger to take in. The juxtaposition meant quite a bit of teasing (not all of it good). Nathaniel had been used to people judging him how he looked, but he didn't understand it. Just because he tended to dress like a punk didn't mean he had to act like a jerk. In any case, buying cloves and baking supplies at the grocery store tended to draw some attention.
"If you're as good as you say, I'm sure it'll be a great time! And I'll bring the cookbook I was talking about - or at least copy the recipe." Now that he was secure in the knowledge that the Italian in front of him was as much of a cooking nut, he didn't feel any remorse over foisting his favorite dishes at him. "That is to say, I'm free! Let's do this thing! Oh," he added, "since it takes so long, we can leave the beef bourg- bourgi- no, no, I got this - beef bourguignon for another day." Nathaniel stumbled over the French, looking triumphant at the eventual success.
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Dante Giovanni
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jan 13, 2013 15:50:49 GMT -5
Needless to say, Dante couldn’t have been more excited. He’d found a new friend and he would even get to show off his cooking skills to someone other than his family who already knew he was a master chef in the making. The Italian couldn’t have stopped the grin that appeared on his face if he’d tried. Shifting the books in his arms, Dante nodded at the prospect of Nate at least bringing the recipe he’d mentioned earlier,
“That’d be great. Who knows, maybe we could make those? It’ll be a culinary adventure!”
Culinary adventures were common to Dante, but that didn’t make them any less enjoyable, even if a few of them wound up with sauce spilled on the floor or dough stuck to the ceiling. His first time making pizza had ended somewhat like that, although with a few more bumps in the road. For one the dough ball he’d let rise in the oven had turned into a dough monster and completely spilled over and seeped out of the oven door. After he’d managed t contain it he’d gone the theatrical route of spinning the dough into a circle by tossing it in the air and had watched in horror as it had landed over the lighting fixture, promptly catching fire from the heat a few minutes later. Thankfully his dad had been home and hid a fire extinguisher under the sink otherwise the young Italian may have burned the house down.
Tucking those memories neatly to the back of his mind so as not to jinx this chance encounter or any future culinary adventures, Dante kept his attention on Nathaniel, having to tilt his head up to keep eye contact though. His new friend was right, simple recipes were probably for the best on this particular afternoon. Shaking his head slightly, the blonde chuckled a bit at Nate’s eventual triumph over French pronunciation,
“Yeah, probably best to save the fancy stuff for a later date.”
Shifting the heavy books to one side and balancing them against his hip under one arm, Dante gave Nate a smile,
“So I guess I’ll be seeing you later then? How about I meet you at the top of the steps after school?”
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jan 13, 2013 18:20:32 GMT -5
Nathaniel nodded sagely. "Top of the steps? Got it." So elated at the prospect, especially of hanging out with a new friend, Nathaniel couldn't help but grin widely. "I look forward to it!" He added, a hand behind his head in slight bashfulness at his obvious excitement. "We can do the fancy stuff a different day," he agreed, quite happy at the prospect. It was encouraging that Dante was open to the idea of several hangouts. It was also great that Nathaniel had finally found a friend who enjoyed cooking! He thought of all the great dishes they could make, the recipes shared! Even though he was excited about the cooking, it made Nathaniel miss home. Cooking with his family had been one of the things he had enjoyed most, and it was slightly lonely to know they'd be cooking without him for a while.
Well, he'd have new recipes to bring back for them, plus a million stories to tell Angie! When he thought of that, it made the separation from his family a bit better. This was the longest he had been away from home, after all. It was only natural that he'd get homesick. Nathaniel was determined to do his best, and that meant he couldn't cry about missing home all the time. No, he had more to do than mope around! Gotta make the best of it! Defeat Kishin Eggs, make friends! And speaking of which, he was going to give Dante the best afternoon ever! Nathaniel's derelye was magical, he swore, and although he had once eaten so many that he couldn't look at them for a month, the grace period was now over and he was ready to stuff himself full of the delicious Hungarian pastries.
Eying the books Dante was carrying, he gave the Italian a sympathetic look. "You want some help carrying those? They look pretty heavy. It's no trouble at all," he said, before anyone objected. "It makes me feel helpful," Nate laughed.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jan 15, 2013 15:37:18 GMT -5
Nathaniel seemed to appear as excited as Dante felt, even if the blonde did dial it down a little. While generally flamboyant what with being Italian and all, Dante did try to tone it down until he actually got to know somebody. Then again that likely wouldn’t take long since he and Nate seemed to get along just fine. By the time they met up in the afternoon, Dante would probably be humming and juggling salt shakers knowing him, that is if his sisters didn’t decide to interfere.
That last thought his Dante like a bag full of cinderblocks. Oh God, his sisters. Should he want Nate ahead of time? Should he just mention them in passing and then pray that they’d behave once he returned home with his newfound friend? Dante wasn’t entirely sure. On any given day, Felicia and Guiliana could either be the spitting image of angels or Satan incarnate depending on the sort of mood they happened to be in. Usually they were caught between driving him up a wall but still remaining somewhat tolerable. Deciding it was probably best to tell Nate of the two younger members of the Giovanni family, Dante took a deep breath,
“Oh and I should probably mention that I’ve got two little sisters. They’re names are Felicia and Guiliana, they go to Shibusen too and will probably be home while we’re having kitchen adventures, so I thought I may just want to warn you. They can be nice but they can also be…um”
Dante gave up,
“Well, they can also be complete holy terrors to be put mildly, but I they should behave themselves around visitors.”
The blonde was glad to have at least gotten that off his chest. On the bright side, neither of his parents would be home until later in the afternoon. His mother usually didn’t get back until around four and his dad return until just before dinner. His parents were both very dear to him, but his mother had a tendency to hover over whatever Dante was doing in the kitchen and his father’s mission in life was to embarrass him in front of all of his friends as much as possible. Thankfully the blonde wouldn’t have to worry about that, at least, just the two blonde banshee queens and their possible mock flirting and getting in the way of things.
Nathaniel offered to carry the tomes books right as Dante had begun to think about just how heavy they both were. Letting out a bit of a nervous laugh, the blonde nodded and hoisted them up as best he could without tipping them over to hand them to the gentle giant,
“That’d be a big help, actually. They’re more like tomes than books, but then again I guess that just means more information and more to learn which is nice.”
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jan 15, 2013 18:54:44 GMT -5
Nathaniel couldn't help but laugh. "It's fine! I have a little sister, myself. I know how they can be," he added sympathetically. His seven year old sister was boy crazy, but in a little-girl kind of way. When he brought friends over before he attended Shibusen, she would hang around and bat her eyelashes at his pals. Most of them thought it was pretty adorable, since her attraction was fairly innocent, but she had her mother's lewd streak, even at a young age, and had once called someone "sweet thang," much to Nate's profound embarrassment. It was easy to laugh off, and she had asked several people to marry her, and sometimes even tried to play matchmaker for Nate's friends (suprisingly, she never tried to match them with Nate, claiming he was too dumb for most of them). In any case, Nathaniel completely understood Dante's trepidation. If his sisters were anything like Angie, he was in for a pretty crazy cooking afternoon. Not that he minded! It would ease some of the homesickness, and he told Dante so.
"If anything, I could use more excitement in my life," he added, good-naturedly, taking the biggest of Dante's books as he talked. Geez, the books were thicker than he thought! He casually flipped to the back and winced at the triple digit page numbers. Nate loved books, but his favorites were slim volumes that had more content than pages. That wasn't to say that long books weren't good - quite the opposite - but who had patience for them? Nathaniel sure didn't. He liked his prose short and artistic. Almost a thousand pages on weapons? Pass. Cookbooks, however, were a different story. The more recipes the better, in that case.
His train of thought sparked another question, and he posed it to Dante now. "...But out of curiosity, exactly how bad are your sisters?"
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Jan 15, 2013 22:24:30 GMT -5
Ah, so he’d met a fellow older brother? Maybe Nate would fare better than most against Dante’s sisters, then. Or maybe he’d fare worse, depending on how his own little sister acted. The Italian tended to go a bit overboard in his descriptions with anything and everything, but when it came to Felicia and Guiliana they tended to be right on the nose regardless of embellishment. It was like they were trying to set the standard for being the most troublesome younger siblings on the planet. Dante straightened up a bit after Nate took the larger book off of his hands. He didn’t realize just how heavy it was until he was no longer holding it. It had to weigh as much as a small child!
The blonde chuckled at Nate’s comment,
“Well if it’s excitement you’re looking for, there’s always a bit too much of it over at my house, so you should be set.”
Oh sweet Jesus. How bad were his sisters? Dante took a deep breath, opened his mouth, but then closed it again. The look on his face was one of a clearly straining thought process. How to describe Felicia and Guiliana. This was always tricky. On the one hand, they were nothing but trouble. They were the reason he’d come to the library in the first place. They constantly barged into his room, without knocking, to mess up his hair, ask for help with their homework, vent about their friends, talk about their latest crushes, beg for food, or possibly all of the above in one go. There was also the small fact that they took any possible chance to troll him about Natsuki and how he really needed to invite her over for dinner. Oh, and he couldn’t forget the pranks, oh oh dear God those girls and their pranks. A shudder went through him just thinking about it. Dante shook his head to rid himself of the memories of some of their more horrible tricks, messing his hair up a bit in the process unfortunately.
The blonde took another deep breath,
“I’ll put it this way: they’re as much good as they are bad. Do they drive me completely nuts to the point where I have considered locking them in the deep freezer? Yes, but as much as they make me crazy, they really are sweethearts once you get right down to it. If they do troll us a little, it’ll probably only be in passing.”
Dante took a few steps in the direction of the librarian’s desk but then stopped, looking back at Nate,
“But if you wanted an example of how bad they can possibly be, they did break into my room, tie me up, and then dressed me in drag for Halloween a few years back. They called me Diana for an entire month after that.”
Dante couldn’t remember if he had ever gotten around to burning the family photos from that particular event, but if he hadn’t he needed to. The blonde went made to start walking again but then paused, looking back at Nate yet again with a bit of an embarrassed look about him and a slight blush on his face,
“I also never told you that.”
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