Excuse Me? [Lovino Vargas and Kadri Demir]

Lovino loved the winter.

He didn't know what it was that he loved about it, specifically. It wasn't that he liked the cold, though he didn't mind it. And he didn't dislike the heat, either-- except a stiflingly hot day. He'd done most of his growing up in a moderate climate, with cold winters and hot summers, but his very young years were spent in the home of his heritage, Italy, which was warm most of the time. And he loved Italy, especially Rome.

He supposed... it was the snow. It was enchanting. He hadn't seen snow until his family moved to New York, so the brunette could remember his first time watching the flakes fall from the sky. Apparently it had been quite comical; both brothers stayed up as late as they could to see the snow after it was forecasted, but ended up falling asleep relatively early. When they awoke, it was to a winter wonderland outside their window.

Even after his parents' accident and his separation from Feliciano, he continued to delight in the snow and snow days that saved him from school every once in a while. He wasn't any good at snowball fights, but snowmen and forts were his talent-- something that gave him occasional attention from other school children when there was supposed to be a big snowball war.

Lovino's power made it even better-- now he could go out in the snow without and pesky hats or scarves, and his body would stay warm naturally. Though he made sure to bundle in a jacket still-- he couldn't completely resist temperature.

There was a vending machine in the park that he often walked to when he wanted a moment to himself, especially on snowy mornings like this. A little can of iced coffee sipped on the park bench was very calming, and often helped creativity blocks. The familiar path let Lovino to 'his' bench... and a small girl sitting on it.

What was she doing out here? It was early in the morning, and snowing, and there were no adults to be seen. Not only that, but she didn't even have a hat on! The majority of your body heat leaves through your head! The Italian decided that he'd investigate. There were all sorts of perverts around. He slowed his trot to a walk, approaching slowly as not to scare her.

"Are your parents around, miss?" he asked softly, offering a small smile.

The girl paused, as if she was mulling over what would be an appropriate response, and the brunette wondered if she had slipped away from her parents or, worse, run away from home. Then she replied. His expression of kind helpfulness died to one of horror fairly quickly. "W-wha--" Dead!? Could Lovino have asked a worse question? He immediately sympathized with the girl. He wasn't sure how long ago she had lost her parents, but he had lost his own at six years old, so the Italian could relate at least somewhat decently... He at least hoped that he didn't bring up any bad feelings if things had been... recent. Lovino knew he had cried for months when his own parents passed, though he wasn't sure if that was the norm since his brother had also been separated from him.

"I'm sorry... I lost my parents when I was really young, too." Going a bit slowly as to not startle the young girl, he brushed some snow off the bench and took a seat. "Is there anyone that takes care of you?" Shame on the British child services system if this young girl had somehow been allowed without anyone to take care of her...