petra.

@solitudge “The dishes. It’s literally right there.”

ㅤ "What can I do to help? Give me something to do, give me something to do!" @fureaky ㅤ

@unhingesight // not if we pass the linguini

|| GIRL WE ARE GOING TO BE DEPORTED !

down. “I puta da meatball back in da fridge.” She glances at the man beside her with a grin, then elbows him back on the arm. “Right?” @unhingesight

repeats half-heartedly. Assumes that it means ‘I’m sorry’. Wonders if the ‘me’ in ‘it’s a me Mario’ is actually written as ‘mi’ all this time. Italian is confusing. “I no cooka da pizza anymore,” she tells them and waves her hand dismissively in an attempt to cool the situation

messina is 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 at this time of the year, the weather for shorts and loose shirts. his cheap sunglasses are bought at the market because he came here with little to nothing but the clothes on his back. the coffee here is great, the seafood even better, and the people here

across her. The students expect a response to that. Maybe a nod or a lengthy speech to support their argument. Petra doesn’t care really care, so she smiles and says the one thing that she knows how to say in Italian. “I cooka da pizza!” @unhingesight

be able to tolerate it though— that is, until one of the students points at her table, standing up from his seat as he says, “Surely, they would understand why mafias are not an aesthetic?” All eyes are directed to them now. Quietly, Petra glances at the man who’s sitting

@godbedevoured “Loudly, so that people will stare at you.”

@fureaky ㅤ "How do you want me to laugh?" ㅤ

ㅤ "Hello there, little lady. Would you like anything to drink?" Says a definitely not suspicious person. @fureaky ㅤ

@godbedevoured “I literally run a pub.”

@fureaky ㅤ "A child like you wouldn't understand. You're not even allowed in." ㅤ

@godbedevoured “You mean your lemonade stand.”

@fureaky ㅤ "What? No. I'm heading the same way? Bar's right over there, lady." ㅤ

@godbedevoured “You’re going to be accused of stalking.”

@fureaky ㅤ Shrugs. But then walks right behind her. ㅤ

@godbedevoured She nods. “Good bye then!”

@fureaky ㅤ "... Sure." ㅤ

@godbedevoured “Well, it sure isn’t me!”

@fureaky ㅤ "There's a target audience." ㅤ

@godbedevoured She sighs. “You’re a horrible salesman, don’t you know?”

@fureaky ㅤ Except he steps away quickly enough before his other toe becomes another victim, like avoiding a rat that comes running suddenly. "Coward." The sudden movement made a couple drinks on the tray tipped over and fell! ㅤ

@godbedevoured Petra stops walking. “Me? How do YOU live like that?” She steps on her other toe anyways. “Loser.”

@fureaky ㅤ "Wow, a coward. You're a coward. This kid is a coward. How do you live like that?" ㅤ

@godbedevoured “And so what if I am? Want a little something on your other shoe?”

@fureaky ㅤ Now that's not fair? If he had to drink it then you should too! "Hey- wait─what, are you a coward?" ㅤ

@godbedevoured She shakes her head, raising a palm in front of his face. “No thanks, I don’t drink dish soap,” she says. She swivels on her heel then, wriggling her fingers in a wave. “I’ll be going now, weirdo.”

@fureaky ㅤ "Oh, it's delicious." He says, hoarsely, as he tries to smile. "Give it a shot, young lady, you'll certainly like it." Brings another glass closer, it's orange coloured. ㅤ