on second thoughts, I don't want to know what the fuck that is. I'm sending you the address now
[ Funnily enough, the address that comes through is for a place in Shinjuku. Practically opposite the Golden Gai - you know, that place where America tried to make him eat Ranch. shudders ]
[ The only time that America is ever early for anything is when food is involved. This situation isn't any different. He's about fifteen minutes before Romano told him to come to his restaurant and bursts through the door with some laughter. ]
HEYYYY EVERYONE!!
[ even if there's nobody here besides um.. romano.. he's just gonna help himself right there to any table. ]
Man, I'm so hungry! I can't wait for you to serve me!
[ You don't live in America's house for a while without getting used to some of his... habits? Antics? Whatever it is, you have to get used to them pretty damn quickly. Either way, Romano is expecting some kind of loud and boisterous entrance, as well as him not arriving at the time agreed. Except every self-respecting Italian is habitually late to everything ever-- America actually has the audacity to arrive early.
At least he didn't smash through a wall like that "Kool-Aid Man" of his. That seems like something he would do.
Romano is Prepared for this. There's lasagna, pizza... His simple stuff that he knows America likes. He even made a version of that Carbonara stuff that he liked so much. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ He's bringing the dishes to the table as he speaks, setting them down in front of America. Once done, he'll sit at the same table with a sigh, kind of a safe enough distance away though that he doesn't get splattered when the inevitable inhaling begins. On that note: ]
Just... don't eat it so quick. You'll make yourself choke or some shit.
[ Not that he cares! S-Serve him though? Does he have to fucking put it like that?? ]
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on second thoughts, I don't want to know what the fuck that is. I'm sending you the address now
[ Funnily enough, the address that comes through is for a place in Shinjuku. Practically opposite the Golden Gai - you know, that place where America tried to make him eat Ranch. shudders ]
action;
HEYYYY EVERYONE!!
[ even if there's nobody here besides um.. romano.. he's just gonna help himself right there to any table. ]
Man, I'm so hungry! I can't wait for you to serve me!
[ oh 👀 ]
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At least he didn't smash through a wall like that "Kool-Aid Man" of his. That seems like something he would do.
Romano is Prepared for this. There's lasagna, pizza... His simple stuff that he knows America likes. He even made a version of that Carbonara stuff that he liked so much. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ He's bringing the dishes to the table as he speaks, setting them down in front of America. Once done, he'll sit at the same table with a sigh, kind of a safe enough distance away though that he doesn't get splattered when the inevitable inhaling begins. On that note: ]
Just... don't eat it so quick. You'll make yourself choke or some shit.
[ Not that he cares! S-Serve him though? Does he have to fucking put it like that?? ]