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Child!ReaderXKitten!Italy .:How I got Feliciano:."Welcome!" You and your parents were greeted as you walked in the pet store.
"My name is Elizabeta, just call me if you find what you're looking for!" Elizabeta grinned
"Thank you." Your mommy said, she then kneeled beside you "Just come up to us or Miss Elizabeta if you find your new buddy, ok?" She said
"Yes mommy!" You said happily as you walked fast to the pet section. You looked around, so many pets to choose from!
"Veemeow!~" You felt something on your leg
"Aww! Hi there kitty!" You said as you picked up the small tabby, it licked your nose and you giggled
"Mommy I want this one!" You yelled happily
"That's Feliciano." Elizabeta said "He's VERY hyper and he loves pasta, so make sure to feed him that, ok?"
"Ok miss!" You grinned
Your mommy then paid for Feliciano and drove you home.
"Welcome to your new home, Feli!" You said as you opened the cage, Feliciano bounced out and inspected his new home, exploring every bit of the room.
You giggled "I guess this is the start o
RomanoXReader .:Kites:. A dark brown haired man strolled down the park , (f/c) kite in hand.
He sat down under a tree, still holding the kite. He smiled sadly as he remembers the days that passed...
"Lovi!" A (h/c) haired girl called
"Don't call me that!" A dark brown haired boy shouted.
The (h/c) haired girl just giggled
"You're so cute when you're mad, Lovi!"
'Lovi' grew red from embarrassment and anger
~End of flashback~
The dark brown haired man looked at the (f/c) kite sadly as he remembered another memory.
"Stop calling me that (Name)!"
The (h/c) haired girl, or (Name) giggled.
"I have a new (f/c) kite!" she said
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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