Doesn’t an illusionist have an easier time of things if they have someone else working alongside them to distract other people?
[Also, yes, sometimes he worries.]
[The next answer is one he’s been expecting all along, although he suspects Faustino’s shortness with him is a sign of how unhappy he is that he has to be dragged into this conversation at all. A bit too open for any illusionist, although Lancia will admit their Faustino is the only one he can ever say he truly knows. Finishing off his drink, he crosses his arms on the table.]
[It was said with no small smattering of pride, since Faustino clearly regarded himself as first rate already. Whether or not his boasting could be supported, well. His reputation was starting to proceed him, and that was the best an illusionist could ask for.
He sighed softly when the fleeting notion of 'happiness' was brought up, since talking about such a thing was tiresome. Many people had wasted their whole lives trying to chase after it, same as with love. Faustino would settle for 'satisfaction'.]
Is that important? Being part of this Family is better than the alternative, and there are some people whose company I do not mind.
[As though Faustino needs anymore strokes to his ego. Yet it’s hard to deny the facts. Lancia is no expert, but his charge’s skills are marvelous. So much so that it’s almost a shame to see them used for violence. A shame about a lot of things when it comes to his charges, really, even though they’ve all grown and healed so much from the scrawny vicious strays he’d first seen when they were children.]
[Which is why a sigh leaves him, although he saves his words until after the waitress has brought their food.]
Well, the don and I don’t want you miserable, so it’s important to the two of us.
[It was a fact that Faustino knew, one that he didn't need others to repeat to him in order for it to gain validity, but he would be lying if he didn't preen slightly at the praise. He knew that Lancia wasn't the type to flatter anyone just for the sake of lip service, and it was a difficult habit to shake. Wanting approval from the strongest man he knew, wanting to be noticed and recognized. Wanting to be able to stand by him side by side not as a ward, but as an equal.
Faustino took some time to eat before answering, reigning in his wayward emotions as he smirked.]
My, my, I never thought I'd hear the tried and true 'it's not you, it's me' from you, egregio signor. Are you so eager to be rid of us already now that we're no longer small and cute?
[He can’t help the surprised snort he makes at Faustino’s quip. Leave it to him to tease using a phrase like that, as if he and his charge are dating.]
No, I suppose none of you are small and cute anymore. [...Well, maybe Al, sometimes, on his good days.] But I’ve heard sometimes that the local girls and even a few young mafia women think you’re all quite handsome, or is the rumor mill wrong there?
[Not that they’re going to get much luck, unfortunately. Lancia is fairly certain on that. It hasn’t escaped his notice the kind of eyes Al and Ciro have made at each other, even with the latter as reserved as he is. As for Faustino, well, heaven help whoever gets his attention. He could be a heartbreaker if he wanted. ]
[The next question has him tap his fingers along his fork, raising an eyebrow.]
Do you think I need to give this kind of talk to either of them?
That's rather incorrect. I expected more from your information network.
[It was said with a small sigh, even though it was tinged with no small measure of affection. He glanced up from beneath his lashes, grinning.]
It's not just 'sometimes' and it isn't just the fairer sex.
[Though before he would let Lancia respond to that, he moved along to the next topic.]
While it's true those two are rather simple in what it takes to make them happy, shouldn't you still be concerned with them too? Or are the both of you worried I will soon desert you and spill all the Family's secrets to the highest bidder?
[Well. He’s not surprised, not really, but there’s no space to say anything before Faustino is filling it with words. Ah, to be young. Lancia makes a note to leave condoms for all three of his charges, just in case, but lets the subject by dropped.]
Weren’t you the one who was just talking about how much you owed the Family? [He shakes his head, snorting fondly.] Neither of us think you’ll do that. Besides, this is something I decided to talk with you about on my own. The boss isn’t involved, for once.
Still, if you think they need it, I’ll talk with Al and Ciro as well. You’re right, they deserve to know their options too.
[Now that caught Faustino's interest when nothing else did, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, gaze almost predatory. He would be a fool if he called Lancia a mafia lapdog, but there was no denying that Lancia's loyalty ran deep and strong. If the Don had taught him how to be human ( or at least pretend at it ), Lancia had helped teach him about Family and loyalty. He rarely did anything without taking Family or the Don into account.]
I'm flattered you thought of me and my happiness then. If it helps you sleep at night, I'm content enough as they are. [He paused, tilting his head to the side with a small smirk.] Can you say the same? Your happiness is dear to me as well.
[Though concerning Al and Ciro, Mukuro waved a hand graciously.]
Al might be a lost cause, but it would be good to give Ciro this talk too. If only so he can't complain that I'm the obvious favorite.
You say that like you’re not his favorite as well.
[On the ridiculously minimal chance that Ciro ever decided to marry a woman and settle down with a nice little family, well. Lancia can almost imagine how jealous the hypothetical wife would get with Ciro’s attentions and devotion to Faustino. Probably for the best that he probably won’t marry a woman and will just continue his life with Al at his side. At least then his partner has the exact same feelings, so it’s not a problem.]
[But anyway… Taking another bite, he gestures idly with his fork.]
Why wouldn’t I be happy? I have a good job, an excellent Family, and I’ve gotten to watch all of you grow up to be amazing.
[Faustino let out a small laugh at that, working on finishing off the rest of his plate.]
It's not without it's perks.
[Through Al and Ciro, Faustino had been able to test what would work in earning a person's undying loyalty, and what wouldn't. It was better to rule through love, he found, than fear. After all, there were still so many people who were stronger than him, those who could truly horrify his followers and steal them away. But love, love was a harder emotion to break.]
Am I your favorite as well?
[While it was true, he was sure Lancia was content with his life and his lot, it didn't mean that there wasn't a glaring flaw in that scenario.]
True, but aren't you lacking in companionship? Most men your age are settling down and getting married, egregio signor.
If I say you’re my favorite, I think Al’s heart might break.
[But he says it with a grin, teasing. It’s hard to choose between the three boys- how could he? They all have their talents, their best qualities. Al he’s taken under his wing as a proper bodyguard, and is always a bright spot of energy no matter when Lancia sees him. In contrast, always in contrast, Ciro is quiet and intelligent, growing to be a steady presence who balances so many others out.]
[And Faustino… Well. It hardly needs to be said, with his charisma and sly commentary. Although that reminds him- Draping back against his chair, Lancia snorts.]
Many men my age don’t do the work I do. But I’ll tell you which of you is my favorite if you tell me another story like you promised. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.
[While Al might indeed, take it as a severe blow, all Faustino would need to do was assure him he still cared for him. Al may be easy to knock over, but he was just as easy to pick back up. It was one of his best traits, his simpleness.
He snorted slightly at the mention of the 'work' that Lancia did, shooting his mentor an unimpressed look.]
Yet there are still some that do and see fit to settle down.
[While normally he wasn't so easy to bait with such ploys, Faustino was willing to humor Lancia with more harmless stories. Besides, he was willing to gamble he was the favorite.
Tracing a finger along the rim of his glass, he tried to pick out one that would be rather innocuous.]
I have a French pen pal that I've been exchanging letters with for the past few months. Her name is M.M. and she is very rude, but she's proven to be entertaining.
[And useful. How many women could melt a man's insides with only a clarinet?
Not telling Al means you’d have to keep from boasting about being the favorite, you know.
[No hiding the fondness, even as he says it. If he were someone else, maybe Faustino’s pride would be grating, but Lancia likes him as he is.]
[Hearing about this pen pal is certainly new, and Lancia raises an eyebrow curiously. He wants to ask a lot more: has he seen her picture, what do they talk about, are there plans to meet? But Faustino doesn’t need him hounding on him like an old man. He’ll simply save his questions for later. Now that he knows she exists, he can bring it up now and again later.]
[Faustino, after all, seems much more interested in something else entirely, and Lancia chuckles as he gestures for the waitress to refill his drink.]
Fine, fine- it’s you. But don’t let it go to your head, alright?
[Which could be a lie or most likely Faustino had been telling everyone anyway that he had been the favorite. Either scenario was pretty likely.
His lips curved up wickedly, completely self satisfied by that answer, looking up at Lancia from underneath his lashes.]
Too late. Why am I the favorite?
[Because if Lancia thought he would get away with just admitting he was the favorite, information Faustino already assumed, then he had another thing coming. He should know how vain his charge was, right?]
[Which was clearly the most important thing about receiving compliments. Lancia's opinion was different than Al and Ciro's almost worship-like devotion. He was objective and down to earth, with few frills about his words or his personality. Faustino had always admired that about him, perhaps because he was so opposite to Faustino's own way with words. There was weight to what Lancia said.
However, his favorite things about Faustino made him wrinkle his nose up slightly. It was to be expected, he supposed, but he couldn't help but be disappointed nevertheless. Being called 'kind' or 'caring' seemed the exact opposite of what he wanted to be.]
If you say those traits are there, who am I to argue with you? But perhaps it's not for such rose-colored reasons as you'd like to believe.
[They totally were but Faustino wasn't going to allow this slander to be slung right into his face, even if it was Lancia doing it.]
[Yeah, he had a feeling he’d sulk at that, and Lancia’s grin totally isn’t saying that he gave that exact answer because he knew that Faustino would sulk about it or anything.]
[Also, it’s completely true, and he refuses to recant, so.]
[He gestures for the waitress to refill his drink, waiting until he’s sipped a bit more before he speaks up again.]
Your cleverness and your will are good too, of course. I wouldn’t want you to think otherwise. I know it seems like I fuss over you often, but I know you could do well on your own. It lets a bit of weight off of my mind.
[Ciro and Al, of course, have their own strengths, and Lancia is sure that, in an emergency, Ciro could step up if he really wanted to… But he knows they’d stress if something happened to, say, him, or Faustino.]
[That definitely felt a bit patronizing, but Faustino wouldn't give Lancia the pleasure of seeing him pout over his words. Even though the older man undoubtedly knew the effect he had on him, Faustino wasn't going to let him know how much it sway a few offhand words had on him.
But for his lack of a reaction and argument, it seemed like he was rewarded, and he glanced up from his plate curiously as Lancia continued to praise him. It was a bit unexpected, and despite himself, he felt warmth buoying in his stomach.]
We can all take care of ourselves. After all, we learned from the best.
[He paused, deciding that if Lancia was in such a generous mood, he would press his luck for a bit.]
So does this mean you no longer see us as children?
[What a question… Lancia glances down into his cup, swirling the liquid around in it for a moment.]
[It’s been a very long time since the three of them first joined the Family. He can still remember it clear as day: Faustino first, perfectly charming and hiding things that the Boss had to coax out from him. Then Ciro and Al, together and clinging, their distrust worn on their sleeves in contrast. All young, and scrappy in some ways (Ken more than the others), and trauma clinging to their sleeves and trailing in the wind.]
[There’s no denying what the years have done to them, in the best ways: Ciro’s quiet confidence that has him no longer cling to Al or Faustino, Al becoming focused instead of lashing out at the whole world, and Faustino polishing himself like a diamond.]
[Becoming a man- a made man, especially- usually was one of those ways Lancia has known of that helped judge when a child wasn’t a child anymore, but that’s been made difficult with these three considering Ken tore out a grown man’s throat with his teeth once before he’d even hit double digits.]
I suppose it’s getting harder and harder to say that these days, isn’t it?
[That silence was enough to answer it, really, and Faustino looked down at his plate to help hide his victorious smirk. It was difficult to pinpoint when exactly he had stopped looking to Lancia for approval and when he had started looking at him for an entirely different reason, but it felt like it had been lifetimes. It was a trying juxtaposition, to have memories of what being an adult was like and not fully grasping them.
However, now Faustino could say confidently that he knew what he was asking for and what he wanted.]
So what do we have to do to be acknowledged as adults in your eyes, egregio signor?
[His mismatched eyes nearly burned as he glanced up at Lancia's face in barely concealed interest.]
[Amused, he sets his cup down. It’s not an easy question to answer. Really, he’s yet to find a steady pattern- everyone has their own ideas it seems like. Whether mafia or civilian, his three favorite troublemakers don’t quite fall neatly into either area, and those are the only ones Lancia knows.]
I have a feeling you wouldn’t be satisfied with a lackluster answer, so: the next job the boss sends you on, I’ll take a look at the results and decide then.
Who wants to be seen as a child in this day and age? After all we've been through...
[Idly, Faustino picked up the dessert menu, pretending to consider it, when instead he was using it as a distraction to help ground himself. Children, after all, were expendable. Worthless. Not worth getting in arms over to save. Men, however, would at least initiate that conversation. He was ready to be seen as an adult because he had never been a child, primed only for slaughter or molding. The same could be said of Al and Ciro. He wanted to make sure they were protected, using all the dirty tricks, words, or schemes he could.
He glanced up at Lancia when he spoke again, smirk curling at the edge of his lips slightly. At least he understood that much.]
And if the results aren't something easily understood or seen?
[There were many things that Faustino wouldn't mind doing with Lancia in public or private, and he picked the menu up again to consider the desserts instead of saying that aloud. Instead, after a few moments, he said idly:]
My, my, say it that way and I could easily misconstrue it.
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[Also, yes, sometimes he worries.]
[The next answer is one he’s been expecting all along, although he suspects Faustino’s shortness with him is a sign of how unhappy he is that he has to be dragged into this conversation at all. A bit too open for any illusionist, although Lancia will admit their Faustino is the only one he can ever say he truly knows. Finishing off his drink, he crosses his arms on the table.]
And are you happy here even with that debt?
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[It was said with no small smattering of pride, since Faustino clearly regarded himself as first rate already. Whether or not his boasting could be supported, well. His reputation was starting to proceed him, and that was the best an illusionist could ask for.
He sighed softly when the fleeting notion of 'happiness' was brought up, since talking about such a thing was tiresome. Many people had wasted their whole lives trying to chase after it, same as with love. Faustino would settle for 'satisfaction'.]
Is that important? Being part of this Family is better than the alternative, and there are some people whose company I do not mind.
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Of course. And you’re anything but, I know.
[As though Faustino needs anymore strokes to his ego. Yet it’s hard to deny the facts. Lancia is no expert, but his charge’s skills are marvelous. So much so that it’s almost a shame to see them used for violence. A shame about a lot of things when it comes to his charges, really, even though they’ve all grown and healed so much from the scrawny vicious strays he’d first seen when they were children.]
[Which is why a sigh leaves him, although he saves his words until after the waitress has brought their food.]
Well, the don and I don’t want you miserable, so it’s important to the two of us.
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Faustino took some time to eat before answering, reigning in his wayward emotions as he smirked.]
My, my, I never thought I'd hear the tried and true 'it's not you, it's me' from you, egregio signor. Are you so eager to be rid of us already now that we're no longer small and cute?
[He shrugged, a delicate movement.]
Have you given this talk to Al or Ciro yet?
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No, I suppose none of you are small and cute anymore. [...Well, maybe Al, sometimes, on his good days.] But I’ve heard sometimes that the local girls and even a few young mafia women think you’re all quite handsome, or is the rumor mill wrong there?
[Not that they’re going to get much luck, unfortunately. Lancia is fairly certain on that. It hasn’t escaped his notice the kind of eyes Al and Ciro have made at each other, even with the latter as reserved as he is. As for Faustino, well, heaven help whoever gets his attention. He could be a heartbreaker if he wanted. ]
[The next question has him tap his fingers along his fork, raising an eyebrow.]
Do you think I need to give this kind of talk to either of them?
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[It was said with a small sigh, even though it was tinged with no small measure of affection. He glanced up from beneath his lashes, grinning.]
It's not just 'sometimes' and it isn't just the fairer sex.
[Though before he would let Lancia respond to that, he moved along to the next topic.]
While it's true those two are rather simple in what it takes to make them happy, shouldn't you still be concerned with them too? Or are the both of you worried I will soon desert you and spill all the Family's secrets to the highest bidder?
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Weren’t you the one who was just talking about how much you owed the Family? [He shakes his head, snorting fondly.] Neither of us think you’ll do that. Besides, this is something I decided to talk with you about on my own. The boss isn’t involved, for once.
Still, if you think they need it, I’ll talk with Al and Ciro as well. You’re right, they deserve to know their options too.
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[Now that caught Faustino's interest when nothing else did, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, gaze almost predatory. He would be a fool if he called Lancia a mafia lapdog, but there was no denying that Lancia's loyalty ran deep and strong. If the Don had taught him how to be human ( or at least pretend at it ), Lancia had helped teach him about Family and loyalty. He rarely did anything without taking Family or the Don into account.]
I'm flattered you thought of me and my happiness then. If it helps you sleep at night, I'm content enough as they are. [He paused, tilting his head to the side with a small smirk.] Can you say the same? Your happiness is dear to me as well.
[Though concerning Al and Ciro, Mukuro waved a hand graciously.]
Al might be a lost cause, but it would be good to give Ciro this talk too. If only so he can't complain that I'm the obvious favorite.
[Which Ciro would never do but still.]
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[On the ridiculously minimal chance that Ciro ever decided to marry a woman and settle down with a nice little family, well. Lancia can almost imagine how jealous the hypothetical wife would get with Ciro’s attentions and devotion to Faustino. Probably for the best that he probably won’t marry a woman and will just continue his life with Al at his side. At least then his partner has the exact same feelings, so it’s not a problem.]
[But anyway… Taking another bite, he gestures idly with his fork.]
Why wouldn’t I be happy? I have a good job, an excellent Family, and I’ve gotten to watch all of you grow up to be amazing.
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It's not without it's perks.
[Through Al and Ciro, Faustino had been able to test what would work in earning a person's undying loyalty, and what wouldn't. It was better to rule through love, he found, than fear. After all, there were still so many people who were stronger than him, those who could truly horrify his followers and steal them away. But love, love was a harder emotion to break.]
Am I your favorite as well?
[While it was true, he was sure Lancia was content with his life and his lot, it didn't mean that there wasn't a glaring flaw in that scenario.]
True, but aren't you lacking in companionship? Most men your age are settling down and getting married, egregio signor.
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[But he says it with a grin, teasing. It’s hard to choose between the three boys- how could he? They all have their talents, their best qualities. Al he’s taken under his wing as a proper bodyguard, and is always a bright spot of energy no matter when Lancia sees him. In contrast, always in contrast, Ciro is quiet and intelligent, growing to be a steady presence who balances so many others out.]
[And Faustino… Well. It hardly needs to be said, with his charisma and sly commentary. Although that reminds him- Draping back against his chair, Lancia snorts.]
Many men my age don’t do the work I do. But I’ll tell you which of you is my favorite if you tell me another story like you promised. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.
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[While Al might indeed, take it as a severe blow, all Faustino would need to do was assure him he still cared for him. Al may be easy to knock over, but he was just as easy to pick back up. It was one of his best traits, his simpleness.
He snorted slightly at the mention of the 'work' that Lancia did, shooting his mentor an unimpressed look.]
Yet there are still some that do and see fit to settle down.
[While normally he wasn't so easy to bait with such ploys, Faustino was willing to humor Lancia with more harmless stories. Besides, he was willing to gamble he was the favorite.
Tracing a finger along the rim of his glass, he tried to pick out one that would be rather innocuous.]
I have a French pen pal that I've been exchanging letters with for the past few months. Her name is M.M. and she is very rude, but she's proven to be entertaining.
[And useful. How many women could melt a man's insides with only a clarinet?
He glanced up at Lancia with a small smirk.]
So, who is it?
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[No hiding the fondness, even as he says it. If he were someone else, maybe Faustino’s pride would be grating, but Lancia likes him as he is.]
[Hearing about this pen pal is certainly new, and Lancia raises an eyebrow curiously. He wants to ask a lot more: has he seen her picture, what do they talk about, are there plans to meet? But Faustino doesn’t need him hounding on him like an old man. He’ll simply save his questions for later. Now that he knows she exists, he can bring it up now and again later.]
[Faustino, after all, seems much more interested in something else entirely, and Lancia chuckles as he gestures for the waitress to refill his drink.]
Fine, fine- it’s you. But don’t let it go to your head, alright?
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[Which could be a lie or most likely Faustino had been telling everyone anyway that he had been the favorite. Either scenario was pretty likely.
His lips curved up wickedly, completely self satisfied by that answer, looking up at Lancia from underneath his lashes.]
Too late. Why am I the favorite?
[Because if Lancia thought he would get away with just admitting he was the favorite, information Faustino already assumed, then he had another thing coming. He should know how vain his charge was, right?]
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A lot of it would be things that you’ve already heard before. Does your ego really need the additional fuel?
[Still, if he insists- Lancia smirks a bit.]
You look after Al and Ciro more than you openly admit, and I like that kind of caring and dedication when the small hints of it show through.
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[Which was clearly the most important thing about receiving compliments. Lancia's opinion was different than Al and Ciro's almost worship-like devotion. He was objective and down to earth, with few frills about his words or his personality. Faustino had always admired that about him, perhaps because he was so opposite to Faustino's own way with words. There was weight to what Lancia said.
However, his favorite things about Faustino made him wrinkle his nose up slightly. It was to be expected, he supposed, but he couldn't help but be disappointed nevertheless. Being called 'kind' or 'caring' seemed the exact opposite of what he wanted to be.]
If you say those traits are there, who am I to argue with you? But perhaps it's not for such rose-colored reasons as you'd like to believe.
[They totally were but Faustino wasn't going to allow this slander to be slung right into his face, even if it was Lancia doing it.]
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[Yeah, he had a feeling he’d sulk at that, and Lancia’s grin totally isn’t saying that he gave that exact answer because he knew that Faustino would sulk about it or anything.]
[Also, it’s completely true, and he refuses to recant, so.]
[He gestures for the waitress to refill his drink, waiting until he’s sipped a bit more before he speaks up again.]
Your cleverness and your will are good too, of course. I wouldn’t want you to think otherwise. I know it seems like I fuss over you often, but I know you could do well on your own. It lets a bit of weight off of my mind.
[Ciro and Al, of course, have their own strengths, and Lancia is sure that, in an emergency, Ciro could step up if he really wanted to… But he knows they’d stress if something happened to, say, him, or Faustino.]
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But for his lack of a reaction and argument, it seemed like he was rewarded, and he glanced up from his plate curiously as Lancia continued to praise him. It was a bit unexpected, and despite himself, he felt warmth buoying in his stomach.]
We can all take care of ourselves. After all, we learned from the best.
[He paused, deciding that if Lancia was in such a generous mood, he would press his luck for a bit.]
So does this mean you no longer see us as children?
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[It’s been a very long time since the three of them first joined the Family. He can still remember it clear as day: Faustino first, perfectly charming and hiding things that the Boss had to coax out from him. Then Ciro and Al, together and clinging, their distrust worn on their sleeves in contrast. All young, and scrappy in some ways (Ken more than the others), and trauma clinging to their sleeves and trailing in the wind.]
[There’s no denying what the years have done to them, in the best ways: Ciro’s quiet confidence that has him no longer cling to Al or Faustino, Al becoming focused instead of lashing out at the whole world, and Faustino polishing himself like a diamond.]
[Becoming a man- a made man, especially- usually was one of those ways Lancia has known of that helped judge when a child wasn’t a child anymore, but that’s been made difficult with these three considering Ken tore out a grown man’s throat with his teeth once before he’d even hit double digits.]
I suppose it’s getting harder and harder to say that these days, isn’t it?
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However, now Faustino could say confidently that he knew what he was asking for and what he wanted.]
So what do we have to do to be acknowledged as adults in your eyes, egregio signor?
[His mismatched eyes nearly burned as he glanced up at Lancia's face in barely concealed interest.]
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[Amused, he sets his cup down. It’s not an easy question to answer. Really, he’s yet to find a steady pattern- everyone has their own ideas it seems like. Whether mafia or civilian, his three favorite troublemakers don’t quite fall neatly into either area, and those are the only ones Lancia knows.]
I have a feeling you wouldn’t be satisfied with a lackluster answer, so: the next job the boss sends you on, I’ll take a look at the results and decide then.
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[Idly, Faustino picked up the dessert menu, pretending to consider it, when instead he was using it as a distraction to help ground himself. Children, after all, were expendable. Worthless. Not worth getting in arms over to save. Men, however, would at least initiate that conversation. He was ready to be seen as an adult because he had never been a child, primed only for slaughter or molding. The same could be said of Al and Ciro. He wanted to make sure they were protected, using all the dirty tricks, words, or schemes he could.
He glanced up at Lancia when he spoke again, smirk curling at the edge of his lips slightly. At least he understood that much.]
And if the results aren't something easily understood or seen?
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Are you telling me you wouldn’t be more than content explaining it all to me in private?
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My, my, say it that way and I could easily misconstrue it.
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Only for someone with their mind in the gutter. Parfait today?
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end scene??