very interested in the wine and it's the first of the two gifts he picks up, eying it. "Wow... Expensive." He glances at the sweater. "Pink?

Really?"

cracks a half smile. "Yeah, really."

rolls his eyes. "Well, thanks, I guess. It's nice... Besides the whole pink thing going on." He reaches over and picks it up.

looks over Lovino's shoulder at the presents and puts both hands over his mouth to hold in his snort at the sweater

"See the name of the wine, it like means 'a friend' in like Italian or Latin or something, I think."

throws the sweater at Gilbert's face, glaring at him. He turns back around, taking up the wine gingerly and staring at the label. "Yeah. In

Italian..."

grabs it, holding it up against Lovino's back and then doubling over with poorly-concealed laughter

"Well, like that's it anyway. Don't burn it until I leave."

sends an elbow Gilbert's way, growling in annoyance. "Stop that!!" He yells, trying to grab the sweater with the hand that isn't trying to

land a blow on Gil's ribs. "Yeah, yeah. I'll probably just throw it into the closet. No offense or anything, but I don't wear pink shit."

ignore the elbow, falling over from the hit and rolling around as he laughs his ass off OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE TO WEAR THAT. IT'S HILARIOUS.

grins deviously. "You've like gotta make him wear it once!"

shakes his head. "No way!! Hey! Don't encourage him! I'm not wearing it- end of story!" He cries, pointing a menacing finger at the pink

sweater.

holds it up Lovi, come put on the sweater~ advances menacingly

blocks the escape path. Lovi's cornered now.

's eyes narrow, looking around wildly. "Damn it! Fuck you!" He screeches, backing away from Gilbert and then wheeling around only to see

that the escape route is blocked. He's boned. But he's not going down without one hell of a fight! "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! This is NOT

FAIR!"

*yanks it over Lovino's head, the sweater pinning the Italian's arms to his sides, and he holds onto him tightly as he wrestles to pull it

the rest of the way on*

reaches for his camera phone.

READY FELIKS? presses Lovino into the wall as he wrestles the brunette's arms through the pink sleeves

(( >8D ))

click click "It is done."

sends to Gilbert

lets go of Lovino and RUNS LIKE LIGHTNING to the bathroom, locking the door and saving the picture

falls over laughing.

struggles ans thrashes and doesn't give a fuck that he's probably tearing the sweater, in fact, he hopes he tears it-

he tears it into tiny little pink sweater-y bits. Just the amount of sheer embarrassment makes him want to scream. Not that he isn't

already, he just wants to sceam louder. At the moment, he's too busy forming them into insults for it to really count. "Fuck! I hate you

guys!!! Let me go, dammit!! I will fucking KILL YOU!!!"

cherish these pictures forever.

(( XDDDD ))

((the wine was to say "you are my friend" and the sweater was to say "fuck you")

((gahh damn emots))

(Lovi is now going to strangle you both in your sleep. e.e)

(( ))

((oshit!))

(Yup. You two better sleep with your eyes open. D8<

(Okay. Fuck you emote, fuck you.)

(( XDDD ))

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