'Jonny' by Spoiled Kitten
| Inspired by Chapter 5: Alumni |
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"And yet," Jonny stepped forward, towering over Mello, "you are already making a scene, Mihael. Why don't you just run along home? We aren't children anymore and trust me, I have no problem wringing your scrawny neck. Understand me?" Matt spoke calmly, "Morta alla Francia, Italia anela. You really are too stupid to live, Jonny, but you're too far below him for him to bother." The tall man sneered, translating easily, "Death to France, this is Italy's cry? You haven't said a word to me in twenty years and when you do you come out with this crap?" Mello snickered. "You didn't even get that. He was talking to me." He winked at Matt and mouthed, 'don't worry'. "But you'd have to have the intelligence to work it out." He moved closer and hissed, "Capisco." Jonny had gone very still. Sweat broke out on his reddening face. Mello watched him with a little smile. "Confusing, isn't it? You're not even French." He shrugged and one arm snaked up around Jonny's neck. "Let's kiss and make up." It was only peck, but the larger man looked ready to break. Mello stepped away as if nothing untoward had happened. "So, you're going out with Linda?" Everyone stared. Linda jolted, then glared at Jonny. He pushed past and left the gallery. "Jonny didn't breathe a word. But it's obvious." |
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