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Vianna narrowed her blue eyes at the young man placing kisses behind her ear, though she couldn't see him, as he teased her, asking if she couldn't take her own medicine. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied simply in a mutter, the shoulder to the side of the ear Ferris was 'attacking' still squirming on instinct. It's not that she wanted him away or off her neck, of course not, but her body acted on its own when he did this sort of thing, it was just an instinctual reaction she couldn't control, just how you can't help but laugh when tickled. Vianna seemed pleased, though, as Ferris then shared with her that he could hardly feel his neck anymore, something she took pride in for the short time that logic was still with her. But then logic left, and her blue eyes closed, and she was left with nothing more than her sense of touch, more aware than usual of her husband's lips, of how wonderfully they were treating her skin, sending the girl off to a cloud of pure bliss.

But. Let us not forget - this is Fervi. Since when could Fervi get away with enjoying themselves without interruption? That was simply not allowed; Merlin would not allow it, they had always been his favourite victims. And for that reason, there was loud banging on the suite doors at that moment. Vianna didn't hear it, though, completely distracted in her husband's kisses, and after a few moments of silence that followed after the rude knocking, the doors opened and in walked none other than Vince.
He looked an absolute mess. There were leaves and twigs sticking out of his usually perfectly combed hair, stains all over his clothes, they seemed to be mud and grass and puddle water stains. His jacket had gone missing somewhere on his way here, and his face was just as covered in dirt and looked as messy as the rest of his appearance.
He looked positively annoyed by the sight that greeted him.

"Oh, but of course! Leave your brother to rot while you snog your scrawny husband, why don't you, Vi?" he said bitterly.

It was at that moment that Vianna's blue eyes fluttered open, wide and startled. Very quickly, she rolled off her husband and sat up on the couch, the pink on her cheeks growing to glow brighter. But all embarrassment left her when she caught sight of her brother and registered his appearance. "What happened to you?!" she asked, bewildered.

"What do you think? The guards notified almost every other city guard in Rome about me; just when I thought I'd gotten rid of them, two more showed up a few streets down. Then more, and more. I don't think there's a part of Rome I haven't visited now, even the dumpsters are familiar now," the young man explained, irritation in his voice. He seemed indignant, and his irritation only seemed to escalate as his little sister had the audacity to burst into a fit of giggles. Like his story was funny! "It's not funny, Vianna!" he snapped at her. But it was no use, the girl was too consumed in her own giggles and amusement to pay attention to him, and, seeing that there was no use in arguing now, and craving a long, warm bath more than ever, Vince merely shot the couple the most murderous of glares before disappearing into the hall.