[Even with such a brief exchange, Lancia’s eyes light up in interest. When you fight long enough- especially when you fight a particular person long enough- you get a lot more aware of little changes. Faustino is different now, and, damn… They weren’t away from each other for that long, were they?]
[Parrying the kick and hoping to throw him off balance, he tries to make a quick jab to his charge’s ribs.]
I might knock you off your high horse a bit, you know, and just have you help the hired help with dishwashing and all that.
[Perhaps if Faustino's reflexes were as quick as his mouth, he would have been able to dodge the jab wholly, but as it was, it connected. It wasn't the full blow, but it was enough to send him skirting back, huffing slightly.]
My, my, is it a high horse when I have the skill to back up my boasting?
[He lunged forward, going to feint with a kick to Lancia's side, readying a right hook if that didn't work.]
[A friendly tease, even as he blocks the kick only to be forced into taking the right hook. His teeth click, world jolting for a second, but Lancia has taken plenty of hits in his life before. Reaching forward while a little blind, he tries to make a grab onto Faustino’s shirt and throw him to the ground.]
[It would be nice if Faustino was the type of person who would go down easily, as he was sure it might lead to a pleasing sort of scenario. Unfortunately, he had far too much pride, so while he stumbled when his shirt was grabbed, he refused to be thrown completely, trying to use the momentum bring him with him and wind up on top.]
Yet you don't seem to mind it.
[If he sounded a little bit breathless, he could blame it on the sparring.]
It means- [He grits his teeth, trying to roll with how things have been reversed on him and Faustino’s weight settles directly above him. It reminds him of two vastly different scenarios, one of them inappropriate to the moment, but he doesn’t let himself dwell on it. Years of melee experience are blaring out GET OFF THE GROUND! and he does his best to listen to it with a jab to Faustino’s ribs to help make some momentum to flip their positions.]
[Since Faustino didn't weigh much more than a pineapple in a wet paper sack, he went down easily, breath knocked out of him. If it was anyone else, he would have gone for the eyes immediately, the throat, but instead he just relaxed back onto the ground, laughing.]
What will you do when you learn you're not my only teacher?
[Idly, with his charge sprawled beneath him and Lancia himself pinning him there with his arms and body atop, he wonders when things changed. When Faustino started playing with him so much in these sessions, almost flirtatious in a way. Just as soon as he thinks it, Lancia banishes the thought. A man can’t let himself get distracted by such things; Faustino is simply that kind of person.]
[Faustino gave him a small, sly smirk, before trying to free an arm to elbow Lancia in the gut. If this was another time, he would have been more than happy to stay in this position, but he wasn't looking forward to doing menial chores.]
[See? Just how the boy is, and Lancia would roll his eyes if he wasn’t busy dealing with an elbow to the gut. Taking it with a grunt, he goes with the blow and gets back up to his feet to leap away.]
I’ll have to meet them sometime to see who’s trying to take my place.
[Faustino got back to his feet quickly, circling his mentor with a sharp smirk. He made no move to close the distance, not just yet, still trying to catch his breath from being winded and pinned.]
You'll be glad to know many of the people surrounding the Vongola Tenth hopeful are interesting to me.
That's a little bit different than a teacher, Faustino.
[Although certainly a learning experience, of that he has no doubt. Letting his charge make the first move this time, Lancia watches for whatever that might be carefully, even as he speaks.]
It sounds more like you're unwilling to give up your position.
[It was teasing, despite how sharp Faustino's gaze was.
Though Faustino was skilled, he was still young and prone to impatience. When it seemed like Lancia wasn't going to strike, he moved to, dashing forward to deliver a flurry of blows, mimicking the style that the Cloud Guardian had moved in. Though he had won against the other boy of course, it didn't mean he hadn't learned a few things from him.]
[He’s expecting for Faustino to not wait for long, and he’s right when the boy bursts towards him. However, the sudden shift in style is definitely new, his body having to take the first few blows from surprise before he immediately starts to catch up to block the hits. A grunt-]
Of course not, egregio signor Who else would keep me entertained?
[It was a testament to Lancia's strength that he was able to start blocking his blows so quickly, but Faustino didn't slow his pace. He was still young, after all, and if he wasn't capable of such things, he may as well ready his own grave.]
I have far more to show you, if you're impressed by that.
[Faustino shot him a wry, half lidded look. It wasn't suggestive at all, nope.]
[Lancia knows just as well as his charge that Faustino can find plenty of entertainment, in all sorts of people and places. However, it’s a lot harder defending than it is taking action, and he’s preoccupied for a moment with keeping pace with the boy’s rapid strikes before he suddenly ducks down to try and drive his elbow into his chest.]
[Perhaps, Faustino thought wryly, he still had quite a bit more to learn from Lancia. And wasn't that exciting in itself? He had always had to be the strongest, when it was just he, Al, and Ciro. If he could be defeated, they would all be killed. It was not just his life that had hung in the balance. That, and his inescapable pride made it so he took great pains never to lose.
But here, in the place he called home even if he never said it out loud, it felt safe to not fight to the death, to fight until he had collapsed and he had used all the resources at his disposal.
So when he took the elbow fully in the chest, Faustino, staggered back, wincing as he felt the bruise already forming.]
Perhaps another time. Maybe you still have more to teach me.
[Honestly, he’s glad to take a break himself, stepping back and feeling the ache in his limbs where he’s taken those rapid blows. Really…. This boy is going to be even more of a menace than he was before, now, especially with his illusions at his disposal.]
[And with words like that, it makes Lancia wonders just how lucky he is to have avoided losing. That’s a blatant look, after all- although he’s usually seen it from others on pretty girls passing by. For once, he thinks he knows what it feels like to be in their shoes.]
[Ignoring the shiver up his spine, he inspects the marks that have been left on his arms from blocking the assault, wondering how much they’ll bruise in the passing days.]
Depends- would you do them instead of slipping the task onto someone else?
[And it’s true- Faustino’s very personality means that people he respects and listens to can be counted on one hand, although Lancia doesn’t blame him. Sometimes with the things they see in this line of work, it’s hard to have a lot of respect for many people… and Faustino and the others have seen more than most.]
[As the boy inspects his arms, Lancia chuckles.]
If you don’t mind- it’s annoying to do it myself when my arms are like this. I gotta say, I’m glad I managed to block that…. I don’t think many people would last long taking those sort of hits directly.
[Faustino let his gloved hands rove over Lancia's ( highly defined and muscled ) arms, frowning slightly at the amount of damage they had taken. Lancia hadn't looked worried about it at all, nor was he fussing now. What a monster, though it was thought fondly enough.
Since Al and Ciro often didn't care about their own well being, Faustino carried some first aid along, and he took out a salve that was particularly efficient at accelerating healing and in numbing pain. He started to spread it along the skin gently.]
Yet you took them without complaint. I still have far to go.
[He paused, flicking his gaze up to Lancia's, mouth downturned slightly.]
Are you really going to waste your victory and have me do dishes when I have so many other talents?
[It’s part of what’s got him so far in the Family- ability to take and dish out damage. Even when he’d taken the three of them under his wing and eased up on being sent on jobs, he hadn’t lost his durability. Back in the action, it’s only come back even harder.]
[As Faustiono puts down the salve and asks his question, Lancia looks over him again. Ah… He can see that frown.]
I thought about it, but I can tell that you’d sulk about it. [Said in teasing.] But no. I’m still figuring out the details. Something with illusions, maybe.
[It came out as a soft, pleased purr as Faustino glanced up at him from underneath his lashes, amusement and coyness coloring his expression. As an illusionist, one always wanted to test the human limits and boundaries of pain and imagination, and that innocent comment didn't help that slightly dark urge at all. Though Faustino kept his peace other than that.
He snorted at the ( accurate ) remark, though he wouldn't argue if it meant not having to do something as menial as dish washing. The purposed replacement task was met with a small level if scrutiny.]
Your wish is my command. [Then, after a small pause to be a shit:] Should I conjure you a lover?
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[Parrying the kick and hoping to throw him off balance, he tries to make a quick jab to his charge’s ribs.]
I might knock you off your high horse a bit, you know, and just have you help the hired help with dishwashing and all that.
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My, my, is it a high horse when I have the skill to back up my boasting?
[He lunged forward, going to feint with a kick to Lancia's side, readying a right hook if that didn't work.]
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[A friendly tease, even as he blocks the kick only to be forced into taking the right hook. His teeth click, world jolting for a second, but Lancia has taken plenty of hits in his life before. Reaching forward while a little blind, he tries to make a grab onto Faustino’s shirt and throw him to the ground.]
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Yet you don't seem to mind it.
[If he sounded a little bit breathless, he could blame it on the sparring.]
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It means-
[He grits his teeth, trying to roll with how things have been reversed on him and Faustino’s weight settles directly above him. It reminds him of two vastly different scenarios, one of them inappropriate to the moment, but he doesn’t let himself dwell on it. Years of melee experience are blaring out GET OFF THE GROUND! and he does his best to listen to it with a jab to Faustino’s ribs to help make some momentum to flip their positions.]
-I’m teaching you well, yeah?
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What will you do when you learn you're not my only teacher?
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Oh? Anyone I should be worried about?
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[Faustino gave him a small, sly smirk, before trying to free an arm to elbow Lancia in the gut. If this was another time, he would have been more than happy to stay in this position, but he wasn't looking forward to doing menial chores.]
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I’ll have to meet them sometime to see who’s trying to take my place.
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[Faustino got back to his feet quickly, circling his mentor with a sharp smirk. He made no move to close the distance, not just yet, still trying to catch his breath from being winded and pinned.]
You'll be glad to know many of the people surrounding the Vongola Tenth hopeful are interesting to me.
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[Although certainly a learning experience, of that he has no doubt. Letting his charge make the first move this time, Lancia watches for whatever that might be carefully, even as he speaks.]
Although I can guess that's why you've improved.
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[It was teasing, despite how sharp Faustino's gaze was.
Though Faustino was skilled, he was still young and prone to impatience. When it seemed like Lancia wasn't going to strike, he moved to, dashing forward to deliver a flurry of blows, mimicking the style that the Cloud Guardian had moved in. Though he had won against the other boy of course, it didn't mean he hadn't learned a few things from him.]
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[He’s expecting for Faustino to not wait for long, and he’s right when the boy bursts towards him. However, the sudden shift in style is definitely new, his body having to take the first few blows from surprise before he immediately starts to catch up to block the hits. A grunt-]
New tricks, huh?
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[It was a testament to Lancia's strength that he was able to start blocking his blows so quickly, but Faustino didn't slow his pace. He was still young, after all, and if he wasn't capable of such things, he may as well ready his own grave.]
I have far more to show you, if you're impressed by that.
[Faustino shot him a wry, half lidded look. It wasn't suggestive at all, nope.]
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I can’t wait.
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But here, in the place he called home even if he never said it out loud, it felt safe to not fight to the death, to fight until he had collapsed and he had used all the resources at his disposal.
So when he took the elbow fully in the chest, Faustino, staggered back, wincing as he felt the bruise already forming.]
Perhaps another time. Maybe you still have more to teach me.
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Oh, does that mean you’re forfeiting the bet?
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[If Faustino raked his eyes over Lancia's body a bit appreciatively, well, who could blame him?
He let his gaze flicker back up to Lancia's eyes, flicking his hair out of his face as his mouth curved upwards in amusement.]
So dishes for a week then?
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[Ignoring the shiver up his spine, he inspects the marks that have been left on his arms from blocking the assault, wondering how much they’ll bruise in the passing days.]
Depends- would you do them instead of slipping the task onto someone else?
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[Faustino started forward again, peeking curiously at Lancia's arms.]
Should I bandage those for you?
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[And it’s true- Faustino’s very personality means that people he respects and listens to can be counted on one hand, although Lancia doesn’t blame him. Sometimes with the things they see in this line of work, it’s hard to have a lot of respect for many people… and Faustino and the others have seen more than most.]
[As the boy inspects his arms, Lancia chuckles.]
If you don’t mind- it’s annoying to do it myself when my arms are like this. I gotta say, I’m glad I managed to block that…. I don’t think many people would last long taking those sort of hits directly.
[A dry smile.]
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[Faustino let his gloved hands rove over Lancia's ( highly defined and muscled ) arms, frowning slightly at the amount of damage they had taken. Lancia hadn't looked worried about it at all, nor was he fussing now. What a monster, though it was thought fondly enough.
Since Al and Ciro often didn't care about their own well being, Faustino carried some first aid along, and he took out a salve that was particularly efficient at accelerating healing and in numbing pain. He started to spread it along the skin gently.]
Yet you took them without complaint. I still have far to go.
[He paused, flicking his gaze up to Lancia's, mouth downturned slightly.]
Are you really going to waste your victory and have me do dishes when I have so many other talents?
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[It’s part of what’s got him so far in the Family- ability to take and dish out damage. Even when he’d taken the three of them under his wing and eased up on being sent on jobs, he hadn’t lost his durability. Back in the action, it’s only come back even harder.]
[As Faustiono puts down the salve and asks his question, Lancia looks over him again. Ah… He can see that frown.]
I thought about it, but I can tell that you’d sulk about it. [Said in teasing.] But no. I’m still figuring out the details. Something with illusions, maybe.
fudge thought i replied to this
[It came out as a soft, pleased purr as Faustino glanced up at him from underneath his lashes, amusement and coyness coloring his expression. As an illusionist, one always wanted to test the human limits and boundaries of pain and imagination, and that innocent comment didn't help that slightly dark urge at all. Though Faustino kept his peace other than that.
He snorted at the ( accurate ) remark, though he wouldn't argue if it meant not having to do something as menial as dish washing. The purposed replacement task was met with a small level if scrutiny.]
Your wish is my command. [Then, after a small pause to be a shit:] Should I conjure you a lover?
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Do I really look like I couldn’t manage something like that on my own? You really do think I'm that old.
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