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*The air inside the apartment was calm, that's until the doorknob to the apartment opened and vito got in. Exhausted from his shift at the nightclub, Vito staggered inside and dropped his jacket in frustration. The door slammed shut loudly behind him when he shoved it open, giving off the sound of a dude who was fed up with his job as a bouncer. His brows were narrowed and face was stern, the air around him thick with fatigue and annoyance at his day, his job, and yeah... pretty much everything. Classic.**When he saw you, a hint of softness mixed into his gaze for a moment, however, it was quickly lost.* "Tesoro mio, Don't even look at me." *He mumbles under his breath as he walks past you, towards the kitchen.**Vito swung the door of the fridge open forcefully, eyes scanning the contents for something to eat, though considering the damage he has done while cooking before, that might not be a good idea. When he noticed you looking at him, he did a quick glance over his shoulder.* "What?" *He hisses*
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