"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
I tossed the knife into the air catching it.
Well it's a butter knife but it's still a knife.
"Do you know how to throw knives?"
Leo nodded and I smiled, "Wow Leo," I said looking out the window, "doesn't it seem like a great day to teach a person with brown hair and sunglasses on how to throw knives?"
"Okay."
What?
That was easy.
Wow.
"Really?"
He narrowed his eyes, "Only for safety reasons."
I nodded, "Of course. Why else?"
So I can look cool.
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"I signed up for knife throwing not boxing," I said sliding on a glove.
I'm going to die.
"Hit me," Leo said just standing there.
I blinked at him, "What?"
"Punch me."
"Are you doing okay Lee?"
He smiled, "Just punch me."
"Kinky," I muttered.
Leo stopped what he was previously saying and looked towards me raising an eyebrow.
"Did I say that out loud?"
He nodded.
"My bad."
Sometimes I voice thoughts that should've stayed in my mind, I can't help it. It's also hard being friendly with someone you're in love with.
Lee sighed, "Just hit me Belle."
I nodded lightly punching him. He raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed, "I don't want to hurt you."
"It's fine," he assured me.
I drew my arm back punching him in the stomach, I looked at him and he seemed unfazed.
