Blue sky coloured eyes struggled open, trying to adjust to the light of the room, the owner of this eyes sat up and groaned in pain holding his shoulder for a few seconds. A bloodied bandage was tied tightly around the creatures shoulder, a bullet wound it seemed if te looked carefully. The creature was in fact a white bunny with curly Cioccolato brown hair. The bunny, o to be più formal, rabbit, threw the covers off him and struggled out of bed; almost smashing his face into the floor while in the process. The rabbit yawned and stumbled down the stairs.

As soon as the white rabbit with blue eyes and brown hair set foot in the kitchen, he was glomped/tackled to the ground da a black haired black bunny that had shining hazel eyes, resulting a shout from the white rabbit,
"CHE CAZZO!?" (THE FUCK!?) he yelled out surprised as the black rabbit snuggled into the white rabbits chest,
"Buenos Dias hermano menor~!" (Good Morning little brother) the black rabbit replied cheerfully looking at the white rabbit,
"Buon Giorno anche a te fratellone, ma perfavore, will te stop tackling me? It hurts Antonino" (Good morning to te big brother, but please)
"Oh....okay piccolo frattelo Celso"(Small brother) Antonino pouted as he got up and helped out Celso off the ground,
"Breakfast is ready frattelo" he added as he pointed to the Cibo on the table, Celso sniffed and he almost started drooling. Antonino had made him a breakfast that included his most favourite fruit, tomatoes~. Celso almost skipped to the tavolo and sat down, happily taking a bite out of his food, his eyes sparkled and hugged Antonino,
"Grazie fratellone!" (Thank te big brother!) he beamed out sitting himself back down and he started eating again. Antonino grinned widely and drank his cappuccino, Italian made of course, he wasn't going to allow himself to drink a cup of coffee from those English and Americans, ughh, it made him sick to the stomach of how those two countries thought they were good as Italians at making coffee and Italian foods, he really wanted them to shoot them down. One. by. one. Antonino suddenly shook the thought away and drank the rest of his delicious ITALIAN MADE cappuccino.

After Celso finished his breakfast he went upstairs. He quickly took a doccia and dried his hair. Celso then put on a black camicia and black skinny jeans, a brown cintura hung from his waist, it wasn't just a normal cintura it, was those Cowboys one, with the pockets on either side that hold guns. And of course, two spotless hand pistole were stuffed in those pockets, he put a white giacca on, ending at his elbows and stomach, he stashed più pistole and weapons on him somehow without making himself look suspicious. at last he took black sunglasses and pulled them up to the superiore, in alto of his head, pulling his fringe out of his eyes. He sighed and went down to be met with Antonino all ready and waiting da the door, Antonino had basically the same thing on that Celso had on da his camicia was white and his giacca was black and green, he also had the same glasses in the same place but Antonino's fringe was still in the way of his eyes. The kissed each others cheeks as a proper greeting and went out of the door.