Lovino stared at his phone as the timer ticked down.
Why would this stupid game ask him for anti-Galileo? He’s not the important
one, God damn it.
“Feliciano,” he called when the backdoor
opened, “who was anti-Galileo? Feliciano…” Lovino blinked. “Why
are you wearing a scarf?”
“Hm?” Feliciano asked, placing the
groceries on the counter.
“It’s like, sixty out. It’s way too warm for a
scarf.” He sat up from the couch.
“Oh, well, I think it goes well with this
outfit. Don’t you think?” Feliciano tugged at his shirt absent-mindedly.
“Plus, I want to wear it one last time before spring.”
Lovino squinted. “Mhm.”
Feliciano glanced up, eyes wide. “What?”
“That’s some fucking bullshit.” Lovino
smirked. “What’s this one’s name?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I
did get some of that cheese you like. I was thinking that we could maybe make
something fancy for dinner, because I had some extra cash and I splurged a
little bit and wouldn’t Grandpa like something fancy?”
“You never have extra cash. Someone split the
bill with you.”
“Maybe I did have some extra
cash,” Feliciano said brightly. “Either way, we need to make a big
1954 Ferrari 750 Monza | World Sports Car Racer | Scaglietti | OTS Roadster | 3.0L Straight 4 250hp | Top Speed 260 kph 162 mph | Chassis No 0504M | Car No 14 | The 750 Monza won the 1954 Tourist Trophy | Only 31 units were produced