[While death shouldn't be a big deal, not in the mafia where it was as commonplace as bread and butter, a small chill skimmed through Faustino's blood at the thought of Lancia needing to be 'replaced'. It was silly, an almost juvenile and childish reaction, but Faustino's movements stilled, his eyes narrowing dangerously.]
Replacement is a bit premature, isn't it?
[His voice was soft, chilly, with almost as much teeth as Al had. He had done his best to keep tabs on anyone who might be a threat to them, and had paid special care for Lancia. He'd been working on dispatching them as quietly as possible without catching anyone's interest, but to think of all of his hard work being in vain, well.
He forced himself to relax, turning his gaze away from Lancia, even though knowing the other man was right there and still breathing should have been comforting enough.]
None at all. [It was lighter, though his eyes were still burning.] Please continue to spoil me as you always have.
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Replacement is a bit premature, isn't it?
[His voice was soft, chilly, with almost as much teeth as Al had. He had done his best to keep tabs on anyone who might be a threat to them, and had paid special care for Lancia. He'd been working on dispatching them as quietly as possible without catching anyone's interest, but to think of all of his hard work being in vain, well.
He forced himself to relax, turning his gaze away from Lancia, even though knowing the other man was right there and still breathing should have been comforting enough.]
None at all. [It was lighter, though his eyes were still burning.] Please continue to spoil me as you always have.