Ā Ā Ā Brows rose at the otherās shift in demeanor, and head tilted slightly at his words. Of course, Gabriele has thought of his position plentyĀ of times before. Indeed, it seemed that all there was to his job was relaying messages, but at least for him, he was also something of an advisor to Xavierre. That in itself was not so bad, thoughā¦
Ā Ā Ā āMh, I know how you feel,ā Gabriele said, though his voice was still relatively calm in spite of the bubbling frustration.Ā āTo them, though, this makes the most sense. But for us, it really sucks.ā
Ā Ā Ā He never wanted to think of himself as disposable, which was why he never thought about this part of his role in the Amoretto Family. But now that Osamu-san has brought it upā¦
Ā Ā Ā āWell, itās better than being a literal meat shield.ā He said that, fully aware that he had his own bodyguards hanging around, and he chuckled softly when one of them let out a huff.Ā āOh, do you want any more wine? Thereās still a bit left, if youād like.ā
Osamu huffs as the other mobster made a child like remark,Ā āSucks huh? Havenāt heard anyone put it that way before.ā But he was right. Being the messenger among the elite really did suck. Their lives were always the ones being put at risk. Though Osamu didnāt really mind the danger. He was an assassin first, and had confidence in his abilities. He was annoyed at the higher ups snobs who looked down on him though. They annoyed him.Ā
The comment about meat shields, when the bodyguards were all around them had the yakuza smirking.Ā āBeen there done that.ā He had been a low level assassin for years, still was considered one by many of the bastards in the organization. For a second, Osamu narrowed his eyes at the offer for more wine. Trying to get him drunk to spill secrets or kill him had been done before. However, he couldnāt see or any any malicious intent in the other. Besides he knew his tolerance, and he could certainty drink more.Ā āIām not going to pass up free alcohol.ā
