Bad Touch Trio

(in which Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert can shoot the breeze, plan grand escapades, or vent about the past...location will depend on how we feel that day, so the thread is going on the second floor for convenience's sake)

Antonio was brooding. It didn't happen often, but losing his temper was the fastest trigger. The game room on the main floor wasn't the ideal place to brood, but he was slightly claustrophobic after that incident in the...never mind. He wondered if he'd permanently fucked things up with his cousin and roommate, if Lovi was moving away from him as rapidly as his heart felt, and if this would be as wretched as middle school.