"Y-you better do it right now!"
"You batshit crazy or something, woman?"
"I am not, I'm just asking you a fucking request, you little bastard!"
"A 'request'? More like a demand, and the answer's still the same...no. Besides, you'd prolly weigh more than those bulls the tomato bastard fucking freaks about."
A gasp and an object well aimed. "Why you-" Another clatter.
The pair went on like this for several more minutes, dragging on until the oaths became more vile and soiled, that was until the firm stamp of a heel broke the man's churning retort.
Chiara stared up at him, eyes now blanketed in tears, "L-Lovino, por favor, m-my feet hurt and it's been a long day, these heels are killing me," she blubbered, rubbing her rapidly moistening eyes with a fisted hand.
Lovino scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets, "Then walk barefooted, I don't care." And he could have sworn her little act slipped a bit, just fraying at the edges when a smoldering l