[ Slumped over at the dining room table, partially-emptied wine bottle nearby, practically half-asleep and absentmindedly picking at the staples on his face. ]
How cute... quite the gentleman, you are.
[ With a hum and a gentle, melodic laugh, Antonio takes a moment to look over the coat. Slender fingers run over the hem, grimy nails digging into the fabric to tug it tighter around himself.
Curled into the warmth, -
his attention turns to the sight in front of him. Thin brows rise toward his hairline as his eyes rove over the other's form, lips curling in a smile. ]
Did I? I would not expect you to pay such close attention.
[ Another low hum rumbles in his chest and he leans closer, -