Lovino was surrounded by too many fucking people. His frown was sketched deeply into his face. Why did he ever agree to come to this stupid autumn festival?
“Stupid Feli and his stupid puppy dog face,” he grumbled to himself. Lovino didn’t even understand why Feli wanted him to come when as soon as they got here he ran off with his serious German boyfriend, Ludwig.
Well Lovino might as well try to not hate being here. He didn’t want to be the grouchy old man sitting under a tree yelling at kids to quiet down. Maybe he would flirt with some girls, or even guys, for free samples of food.