[March 24] Stupid cat.

[Lovino Vargas]

_{[OPEN! Just don't get too crazy or anything. \o/ I'd say like, three other people MAX.]}

When Romano had first moved to Boston, he had absolutely refused to buy any of the coffee here. After all, you could never compare America's silly coffee to the grand cappuccino of the Italians! Really, America and his silly Starbucks.

Eventually, he had found some nice niches here in Harvard Square, a few coffee stands that weren't... half-bad. Which was saying a lot!! Romano wasn't very picky about food, but he was very particular about his caffeine intake.

But today, just as he set his fresh cup of happiness down onto a table and turned around for just one measly second, some fucking black cat decided to just hop on the table and knock the whole fucking cup over.

Romano blinked. Once. Twice. His eyebrow twitched.

"Y-You fucking...!! DAMMIT!!" Romano threw his now-empty cup at the cat, which drew some suspicious glances from passerby. But the cat decided to just sit there, looking all smug about itself.

He didn't have any grudges against animals, but this one was going down.

[Adriaan van Dijk]

Adriaan's pleasant afternoon stoll, in order to enjoy the beautiful spring weather MAN-WALK to build MUSCLES and CHEST HAIR was rudely interrupted by the sounds of swearing and...was that a meow?

He ran his fingers through his hair in intrigue, trying in vain to add a few more inches of volume as he walked towards the source of the disturbance.

The sight that greeted him was one of a fuming Italian having a ferocious stare-down with a cat perched on the table, spilled coffee dripping onto the ground. He could practically feel the rage and sexual tension vibrating amongst the foliage.

Adriaan plucked a tulip (disappointingly diminutive in size, but better than nothing) lazily as he asked, "What in the hell is going on here?"

[Lovino Vargas]

With his arm raised, his wallet clenched in his fist as if ready to peg it, Romano was in a slightly awkward position to be spotted in.

He dropped the wallet on instinct when he noticed someone had spotted him, looking a bit guilty, but then he noticed who it was. "Oh, it's you," he noted, and it was hard to discern whether he sounded disappointed, relieved, or just annoyed. Even though they were technically acquaintances, Netherlands always pissed him off for some reason. Maybe it was the hair. It was somehow familiar and he couldn't quite place it.

"Nothing, dammit," he muttered, exchanging glares with the cat. Who was now rolling on its back on the table. "Just that the fucking cat spilled my fucking coffee and wasted my fucking money!! The fucker." Romano sniffed huffed. "I want my money back, dammit."

[Adriaan van Dijk]

Adriaan noticed Romano glaring at his hair. Jealousy, no doubt. He smiled smugly and fluffed it again. It was probably looking particularly good today.

He attempted to snuggle with the cat in a manly way, which ended up just being him cuddling its head with a ferocious expression on his face. He then turned his MAN-STARE to Romano.

"Just buy another one, cheapskate."

[Lovino Vargas]

Oh yeah. That was another reason why this guy pissed him off. Because everything he said sounded like a threat.

Why the hell was he snuggling the cat like he was going to kill someone?! Why the hell was the cat enjoying it?!

"I-I'm not a cheapskate, bastard!!" Romano replied irritably, trying to pretend that there wasn't a tremble in his voice at all. Nope, intense macho stares did not intimidate him in the slightest. "Money is valuable, dammit! Not everyone is fuckin' rolling around in money wads like you are!"

He frowned. "And plus, that cat is ugly." Just because he felt like he deserved to be mean and the cat had it coming.

[Belle Rousseau]

The moment Belle had finally gotten herself settled in at school ( things put away, classes registered for, books and supplies taken care of, nearest chocolate shop located ) she knew what was next on the list... a job. Sure she would be a full time student but a little extra money on the side never hurt anyone and she knew the only way to get it would be to earn it herself.

Brimming with that obnoxiously contagious can-so attitude that comes with those first few days of being in America, she had made her way to Harvard Square; a place where she could seemingly GET AWAY from the chaos that comes with her own kind in hopes of maybe begging for the job she held in a small cafe the year before back with promises of new items for the menu, more customers to check out the cute new girl and possibly a few bats of her eyelashes just in case the first two points didn't seal the deal.

She was just exiting the shop after accomplishing her mission, a satisfied look on her face before she caught some commotion out of the corner of her eye. When she looked it seemed as though it were a simple coffee accident-- that is until she spotted that familiar curl protruding from a very aggravated looking Italian and a tall, stern looking man with hair that could put Super Saiyan to shame. Wait a minute, she knew that hair...and the terrifying face cuddling that cat.

With a groan she quickly looked around for a quick exit. Had it been just Lovino she wouldn't have had a problem, but with him there as well it could very quickly become a huge headache.

[Adriaan van Dijk]

"Don't blame the cat for this, bastard!" Adriaan said, flinging his arms out to show HE REALLY MEANT BUSINESS.
Unfortunately, he flung the cat clear off the table. Shit.

"No, come back!" He attempted to pounce on the thing as it darted away, failing miserably and landing on the dirt. He stood up slowly, not even looking at his clothes because he just knew they'd be dirty and he would be so not happy.

He spun around dramatically and fixed Romano with a death stare like nothing had just happened. "Do not insult my practical nature!"

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

Antonio never had a completely firm grasp on the English language as it was. Just when he thought he understood that the phrase raining cats and dogs meant raining REALLY HARD, he was suddenly surprised to have a cat fall from above and land in his arms. A lesser man would have crumbled at the surprise cat attack but Antonio's cute senses kept him strong and the sheer adorableness of the cat was able to keep him on his feet. It must be his lucky day!

Not about to be deterred or surprised by the silly weather, he continued walking with the cat lovingly in his arms until he came across a group of three. Antonio felt his Boss Powers increase and he suddenly felt the urge to BE IN CHARGE.

He waved to the three in front of him, making sure to hold tightly to the cat. "Hey!" he called toward them, approaching quickly. "Look! This cat has chosen me!"

[Lovino Vargas]

"Oh, shit! SHIT!!" Romano shouted in panic when Netherlands practically punched the cat off the table!! Dammit, this guy was so fucking scary! "Why the hell did you hit the fucking cat?!" Despite the fact that Romano was throwing stuff at it earlier.

But then Netherlands tripped and it was kind of funny.

He was about to laugh in a somewhat mean nature when Spain came in, carrying that cat again. What. Why was that demon back again?!

"What the fuck, Spain?!" he shouted, jabbing a finger in the direction of said cat. "Why did you bring that back?! It wasted my fucking coffee, it's a monst-..."

Oh, look, Belle was right there.

He chuckled nervously. ".... Hey, Belle. How are you?"

[Adriaan van Dijk]

Adriaan was overwhelmed, what with Romano hitting on his sister (again) and unintentional animal abuse.

He DEATHSTARED Spain. "You stole my cat, you little bastard."

[Belle Rousseau]

Was about to make a break for it, confident that she hadn't been seen before Antonio had shown up and she was noticed. Le damn. So much for her quiet afternoon. Then again, these were her friends...and her brother. Who else was she supposed to spend her time with while she was here.

With a quiet sigh she made her way over. "What's a monster?"

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

Antonio stroked the top of the cat's head and looked to each person individually as he did. "What was your cat doing flying through the air?" he asked, legitimately curious for the answer to this question. Still smiling, he greeted each person.

"Hey, Belle! Hola Adriaan!" he paused for a moment, making sure the cat was ever-so-secure in his arms. it didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime fast whilst Antonio was giving it the back massage of its life. "Loviiiiinoooo~"

He held back his 'buhyoo~'. It was hard, but he managed.

[Adriaan van Dijk]

Adriaan couldn't take all of these energetic people at his time of emotional trauma MAN RAGE.

He turned to Antonio huffily, "It was Romano's fault."

[Belle Rousseau]

She greeted Antonio with her usual smile but Belle couldn't help but look a little confused as she looked between the three of them. Had she missed something while she wasn't looking?

"Wait a minute," she started, looking up at her brother with a raised eyebrow. "What was his fault?"

[Adriaan van Dijk]

"Everything!" He threw his arms in the air again, this time being more aware of his surroundings.

"If he hadn't been so goddamn stingy with his money..." Adriaan abandoned words at this point, and just settled for a huff. He just knew his hair was wilting from all this stress.