Post by marianna on Feb 8, 2012 16:55:04 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out  WORDS 1028 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN NOTES YAY TINO! now, little children, you are probably wondering why a boy as revered and rich as constantino giovanni was walking around randomly in one poor man's land? that isn't an easy question to answer, but i will shed some light on the situation. see, even though mr. giovanni had the funds to shop at, say, marc jacobs, he'd much rather spend his time fooling around in walmart, getting nothing done and pissing off all the cashiers and customers. tino loved causing trouble, and today seemed like the perfect time to shed his skin and get out into the real world. besides--the library was closed, and tino needed some new reading material. what better place to shop than the store where you can get everything for literally nothing? his father may frown upon his love of thrift stores, but constantino was a big boy, now, and could spend his money how he wanted. the italian chortled slightly at the large, extra large, and extra extra large shirts lining the back of the walls. he knew damn well fat people loved this place because of their, well, big selections. they didn't even have his size in clothing! pursing his lips, the boy abandoned his clothing adventure and turned a corner, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and snooping around the toy area. action figures lined the shelves, everything from g.i. joe to pokemon. those were after his time, anyway, as toni loved spiderman, batman, and the more classic american heroes. no matter, though. perhaps there was something to buy in this small area of the store? he licked his lips hopefully and took a step into the crowded congo line, searching for anything he might be able to toy with at home. alone, of course. couldn't let his family realize his fondness for action figures, could he? he saw a few girls and smirked at them like he always did. oh, charming tino. too bad he wasn't interested in their boobs, really. it as a head-scratching issue, really. who did he like? men or women? or did it just not matter to him? the latter was more likely, but wouldn't receive well with his family, so he successfully played the part of pussy-obsessed italian boy for his father, who took pride in how sexual his sons were, apparently. honestly, though, staring at another girl's tits and crotch made him uncomfortable, as tino saw it as impolite anr rude, not to mention flat-out embarrassing. luca had been caught drooling at a girl from afar and received a brutal tongue-lashing, to say the least. tino didn't want disrespect from women, especially seeing as he loved jane austen. just because he wouldn't stick his tongue down another girl's throat didn't make him less of a man, right? groping guys were gross, especially the ones who came in girls' rooms in the middle of the night to feel them up while they were asleep. no, tino was better than that, and he wanted everyone to treat him less like a mobster and more like a compassionate human being, which is what he was. nevertheless, condoms might be a great start in this sexual adventure, so he abandoned his post in the you area and skipped happily over to the health department, scanning the shelving for something remotely fun. toothpaste? no. menstrual pads? no way. a penis pump? na-- he paused and took a few steps back, cocking his head at the large rectangular box. what the fuck were these doing in walmart? no matter what the reason, tino's curiosity exploded and he instantly wanted to investigate this wonderful new... discovery. tino, for a long time, simply stared at the object. quite unsure what to make of his find, tino left the beautiful carboard box and began snooping around for more sex-related items. he found breast pumps, toys, games, magazines, everything under the sun as far as sex was concerned. tino rubbed the hairs on his chin, shifting his weight to one leg and studying his options. he didn't have many, of course. who was he going to spend this stuff on, anyway? shuffling away from the many... scary toys, he surfed the racks until he found what he was looking for. honestly, he didn't have a clue how there could be so many condoms in one place, and they were all different! some were ribbed, some were colored, and some looked like real flesh. the first time tino had sex didn't even require a condom, as the girl had been sterile (one of the reasons why he chose her). was he a real man if he honestly wasn't into this shit? but... of course his family would find out, and then dad would get mad, and everything would spiral downhill. the last thing tino needed was to be kicked out of his family, especially with their status and wealth. sure, he was a rich kid, and he wanted it to stay that way. but, frankly, he wasn't going anywhere with the condoms and shit, so constantino abandoned his initial ideas of potential sex and left that department, whistling along as he crossed out of the clothing and health areas and into the mcdonals across the room. it wasn't a big store--just a small little luncheon with a few tables and a backroom for cooking food. but man, was he starving, and with only a few hundred bucks on him, tino couldn't afford to find somewhere glamorous. so, he crossed over to the cashier and ordered a simple hamburger, some fries and a drink. the young woman must have thought him an angel from heaven, because she immediately blushed when tino winked at her. the poor thing almost tripped over her own two feet trying to grab him a tray! how cute. his dark eyes, dark hair, and fantabulous muscles sure got the ladies going. he thanked her and then found a seat closest to the young girl. tino grabbed his man-purse (pun there) and placed it on his lap, digging through it and pulling out his beloved classic collection of jane austen, propped his feet up on the table, and began to read. these dry bones cry for you |