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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
"No, I'm not," I said to Leo crossing my arms, "You're way more clingy than I am."
"I disagree."
We're having an argument currently.
Well, not an argument a disagreement, I think they're slightly different things.
Our disagreement topic is on who's more clingy.
The answer is Leo.
He's in denial about it.
"It's okay Leo," I said, "I don't know why you're denying this so much."
"Since it's not true," he responded.
This loser.
"Listen here Leonardo, I don't know who you think you're arguing with here but your opinion is wrong."
"How can an opinion be wrong?"
"Cause it is."
He smiled at me shaking his head, "I think your opinion is wrong."
Rude.
"Remember when you had your arms wrapped around me for three hours and wouldn't let me get up?"
"You mean after you had me kidnapped and I watched you get 'murdered' in front of me?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "if that happened to me I would be normal. Probably," probably not, but for the sake of my point I would've been unaffected.
Leo looked at me before nodding, "Okay."
"Accepting defeat?"
"Yeah," he shrugged, "sure."
That was easy.
I looked down at my hands, "You should pay for me to get my nails done," before I could add my sugar momma comment he nodded.
"Sure, how much?"
"Five hundred dollars," I said jokingly.
"Okay."
I furrowed my eyebrows, "Have you ever gotten your nails done? Not by me but at a salon?"
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Romance"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...
