❛ Buccellati, can you get me a knife? ❜ It would have taken a second to decode what had been asked. And a mere glance at the man who just spoke would certainly be enough to understand why the man’s voice came out so slurred and gruff.
There sat Abbacchio: face supported by a fist against his cheek, sporting bags under violet, narrowed eyes and makeup shy of a bit less meticulously put than usually. On the table in front of him were an empty plate, cheese and a bottle of alcohol… hard to tell which kind, but by the telltale black spot at the top, it was safe to say Leone had been nursing on it for some time.
———HE HADN’T EXACTLY SLEPT WELL. of course, it was not that he hadn’t tried to. the work to be done seemed to only accumulate, preparation and time utilization only a meager solution to a larger problem. he hadn’t slept well at all.
entering the common area, buccellati intended only to sate his sleepless wanderlust. early morning still looked like night. bare feet on cold tile stopped just shy of the doorway, eyes coming upon the other. it had been some time since he’d seen the man in such a state. plucking a dull blade from the rack, he approached from across the table.
She made sure that her silence was noticed as she stared at the man before her. Her mini vacation partially ruined, Yukako’s mood was somewhat soured because of the events going on around her. And here she was, seated in a cafe with some stranger. ❝ No, I can’t say I do… ❞ Short, sweet, and straight to the point. There were a myriad of reasons why he and Yukako could’ve been there, but of those her mind only pointed to one possibility- gravity. The fate that led all Stand users to each other eventually. It was a leap to even assume he was a user in the first place, but with everything happening on this trip she wouldn’t be surprised anymore.
❝ Would you be so kind as to tell me why? I’m a busy woman, you know. ❞
———❝ I ADMIRE A WOMAN WHO CAN ASSERT HER TIME. this won’t be long, i promise you. ❞ he took a slight sip of the frothy cup, setting his cappuccinodown as he settled deeper into his chair. the girl was young, younger than most lone travelers tended to be. still, her italian was impeccable, as if she’d spoken it her entire life. something about that didn’t sit right. he moved a hand into his coat pocket, and paused.
❝ tell me why you think you’re here? maybe not at this table, but rather, in this city. ❞
“Open it, Bruno,” Giorno said. Cold and sinister in tone – leveled at a place of respect for Bruno Buccellati; however despite such a little amount of time left on their hands, they were to act quick. The turtle that sat on the table nearby, feasting on a salad next to Giorno, who mirrored the eating manners of the turtle – each CRUNCH! and bite in perfect sync. Coco Jumbo’s bites of his salad–and Giorno’s to his favorite dish: An Octopus Salad.
Giorno chewed it slowly, swallowed with a gentle gulp. “Go on, …” he gestured with his fork, covered in ink. Glittering in the sun, his lady bug covered outfit made this boy into a human disco ball. “We’ll move on with business after we see what’s in that parcel. Use your Sticky Fingers to reveal its contents without ripping the paper– that way it can be sealed as if nobody touched it.”
———HE’D DELIBERATED OVER IT FOR SOME TIME. though it was clear the package had come with ill intent, buccellati lingered on the thought of what they’d put inside. was this some kind of trick? stash a bit of rotten meat inside a box set to explode at the slightest of movements? had that been the case, the delivery would have hardly been so clean. it had to be a mechanism that depended on the opening of such a package; that, or it wasn’t anything but a harmless prank.
❝ on my signal. ❞ the young man’s abilities certainly come in handy when the possibility of an explosion was at their doorsteps. what would ignite if transformed into living matter? in an instant, the man parted the side of the box, zipper allowing a wide enough opening to see the contents within. there, in the center of a magnetized trigger, the festering remains of a dead hare.
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———❝ I WOULDN’T JUMP TO SUCH A CONCLUSION. not that you seem to be making the assumption. ❞ eyes level with the parcel, the man slowly lifted as he turned towards the other. upon their doorstep, someone had left a gift with no return. having already used moody blues to determine the identity of the one who placed it there, buccellati would not take the chance to open it. the city’s sweltering heat managed to relay just a hint of what was inside the package. decay lingered.
❝ giovanna, you’re coming with me. ❞ someone was fucking with them.
———IT WAS THE DELICATE KIND OF SILENCE THAT TOLD HIM NOT TO PUT HIS GUARD DOWN. despite his desire for a respite and reprieve, buccellati did not count his blessings so soon. there were ways in which the universe, ever expanding on its ways to torment, seemed to close in on his very heat signature. the man took a bite of his carbonara and tapped a finger on the table beside abbacchio.
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