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_{———❝ FOR YOUR OWN SAKE… consider me a rather dull individual.❞}

_@neverprada

_{———❝ CAREFUL, MY FRIEND. there are worse things than a spilled drink, and they come when one doesn’t know how to look the other way… ❞}

_{@schrodingersstand}

_{———❝ WE HAVE A SAYING. there are two types of man to wear a suit in the heat of neapolitan summer :
one in an open casket and the gangster who put him there. ❞}

_{@moriohmurders}

_{———❝ LIKE I SAID BEFORE, the more assassins i meet, the less i want anything to do with them. ❞}

_{@standslullaby}

_{———❝ I CAN UNDERSTAND THE FRUSTRATION. to braid my hair each morning is far too much work for me to allow any unwarranted critique. ❞}

_@kvdakenai

_{———❝ I CAN HARDLY DETECT AN ACCENT. how long did you say you’ve been living here, miss? ❞}

_{@pressurecooked}

ABBACCHIO.

❛ 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.

— .⚜. @cernieran.⚜. —

_{———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.}

❝ i’ll slice it, if you’d like? ❞

_{———❝ EXCUSE ME, SIGNORE… aren’t you hot in that outfit? ❞}

_{@emeraldsplashed}

_{———❝ 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.}

@patrimoniodoro

_{———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.}

_{❝ this pasta tastes bitter. ❞}

_@winefilth