forum Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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That, though…Bridge didn't know that. "I…don't know what that means," He admitted shyly.

"S-Sono gay per te." Scipio gestured towards Bridge, pretty red by now.

"You…gay for…me?" Bridge asked, face flushing and eyes widening a little.

Scipio hesitated before nodding a bit and looking away again.

Bridge paused for a moment before smiling wider. "Really? I mean…really?"

Scipio nodded again, still avoiding eye contact. "È piuttosto strano. Non sono mai stato attratto da qualcuno prima d'ora…"

Bridge didn't know what this meant either, but he wasn't going to ask Scipio to translate. By his standards, he thought he knew most of it already. Scipio liked him.

Scipio looked off to the side and down at the floor, tugging at the collar of his own shirt. "Dannato… fa sentire caldo qui per voi?"

"What?" Bridge asked, tilting his head. He knew Scipio was asking him a question now, but he still couldn't understand Italian.

"It is… cald-… no, hot in here…" Scipio said with a strong Italian accent.

"Oh." Bridge blinked, blushing a little at his accent. "I…I guess it is. I hadn't…noticed."

Scipio tugged a little more at his collar, sweating slightly. "It was not hot before…"

"Are…maybe you're just…nervous?" He asked, tilting his head with a small smile.

"N-Nervous? Never…" For a pathological liar, that was pretty bad. Scipio laughed weakly, still avoiding eye contact. His face was still flushed as well, which was likely why he suddenly felt hot.

"Or…embarrassed?" Bridge suggested, crossing his legs again. He had a little suspicion Scipio might not be entirely familiar with what exactly he was feeling.

Scipio swore in Italian. "This… t-this is quite strange. I am not sure if I like it."
(He's still sort of transitioning from Italian to English, so his accent is stronger and he doesn't use contractions)

((That's what I thought))
"Well, I…" Bridge looked to the floor, then back to him. "I…I like you…too."

"Yes, Lo so." My heart is pounding… am I ill? Scipio seemed a bit anxious, almost.

Scipio's small reaction made Bridge pretty sure he had already known, and perhaps mentioned it earlier when he was speaking Italian. He couldn't help but smile at how confused Scipio was. "Is…is your heart pounding?"

Scipio nodded. "I'm not ill, am I?" He held two fingers up to his own neck to check his pulse.

He shook his head with a small giggle. Scipio's own anxiety was making him forget his own. "No…it just happens when you're…nervous, or embarrassed, or something…like that."

"Why? I don't like it…" Scipio said quietly, letting his hand fall to his side.

He shrugged. "I…I don't know. It just happens."

"What're you two talking about?" Dave smirked, leaning against the cell door. Scipio quickly went over and started swearing profusely and angrily in Italian. "Oh, been speaking Italian, have we?"

((are you freaking kidding me oml Dave))
Bridge pressed his lips together, smile immediately fading as he fell silent.

(He gotta ruin it)
"Entra qui e combatti contro di me come un uomo!" Scipio yelled. Dave seemed to actually understand him. "Oh, if you insist, Scorpion." Dave unlocked the door and came inside, where he was tackled by Scipio.

Bridge flinched, bringing his knees up to his chest as he watched the two fight. A little voice in the back of his head asked how Dave had known what he'd said, but he quieted it for now.

Dave had Scipio pinned down for a few seconds simply because he was larger, but Scipio soon found a way to retaliate. Once he was back on his feet, he elbowed Dave hard in the temple and kneed his stomach, rendering him unconscious.

Bridge looked up from behind his knees, raising his head fully when he realized Dave was unconscious.

Scipio exhaled sharply, dusting himself off. "Dai." He walked out of the cell after making sure there were no guards around, gesturing for Bridge to follow.