deadman walking

Dante Gallo thirty-one. something. something. "i'm a dead man walking here. that's the least of all my fears."

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indigoxddxms:

“Just kids you need to look out for. Records; incident reports. Sometimes they’re a handful.” She shrugged, nodding. “Is your shaving cream oil based?” She asked curiously, though a chuckle followed her question. “My apologies; I’m being weird. I’m Indigo. Indigo Addams.”

Perking up as she pointed out students that needed to be paid closer attention to, Dante taking another glance through the folders tried to see if he’d yet to encounter any of them. Not recognizing any of the faces but making a mental note to check around for them later, pushing off from the wall he had been leaning against, he moved to place the folders on his desk. “Noted. Have you had a glance through the files? Had to speak to any of them?” He questioned. “Uh -” Not knowing if it was or wasn’t, saved from having to answer the question by her dismissing it herself, Dante chuckling with her simply nodded. “Nice to meet you. Names Dante. Dante Gallo. I’m taking over as head of security around here.”

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indigoxddxms:

Leaning against the wall and watching this encounter take place, Indigo eyed each student as they left the room. Kicking herself off of the wall, she marched towards the man, smirking. In her hand she held a few files, students that had to be kept a watchful eye on for security measures. “I was asked to give this to you.” She offered him, smiling politely. When he turned around she cocked her head to the side; it had been a while since she’d seen a pretty man. “Wow, you have beautiful skin. What do you do?” She asked curiously, touching her own cheek.

Taking the stack of papers from the woman with a brief smile, Dante flickering through them glanced back up to meet her gaze. “And what is this?” He asked, knowing that the folders contained a list of students and their records but not yet catching on to just why he was being given them in the first place. Pausing at her compliment, a quizzical look briefly came over his features before he attempted to laugh it off. “I wash. Moisturize on occasion too.”

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torellireigns:

✘ @dgallo & Lia

The light cascaded through the window of her Valley cottage, illuminating the features of her son and his father as they sat on the floor and played with batman figurines. It had been some time since she had just sit and watched them play together. Her two year old was nothing short of amazing— she was biased of course but still, he was so clever for his age. But was she surprised? Looking over at the man that had help in making him– she wasn’t, he was amazing too but— in his own Dante kind of way. Amazing at dodging bullets, amazing at staying alive when he was on her father’s hit list still. Lia didn’t understand why her father still had such a vendetta against the man who fathered his grandson. Colt was only who he was because of his father’s input and yet Ramone Torelli was blind to this fact. Dante wasn’t a bad guy, fuck Dante was a million times better than the man himself but still his thoughts remained unchanged. 

“I’m interviewing for a Nanny.” She pretended not to take notice of the vicious battle Colt’s batman figurine had waged with his father’s batman figurine, lifting her eyes from her magazine but for a moment as if to start the conversation like she hadn’t been watching them the entire time. “Aunt Ilyana is apparently moving back to Bulgaria, which leaves me with the option of dropping out of school or hiring a Nanny.” She looked up at Dante with a small smile before placing the magazine down. “Naturally, I’m hiring a Nanny. Fu–fudge dropping out, I’ve come too far to quit now. I ain’t leaving that school until I’ve drained them for all the law knowledge those walls hold.” Sending her eyes over her son, watching him as he repeatedly hit his figurines against his fathers while cursing in Italian– Lia’s brow furrowed slightly. “He’s been around Gino and Ivy too much also. I need a good Nanny.”

Smile permanently etched on the man’s face, despite his complete lack of experience when it came to dealing with kids, or toys, and his tendency say the words ‘pew pew’ at the wrong time, he couldn’t be happier. Even as his child scolded him over what slipped from his lips and reminded him for the umpteenth that ‘nooo, he was doing it wrong’ when it came to voicing the action hero rather than take offense at his child being upset over him trying to play along, all he could do was chuckle at the garbled scolding and attempt to restrain himself the next time the urge to say the phrase flared up again. Being on the run for so long, he hadn’t been able to be around his child as much as he liked. There were skype calls of course or him dropping in for a random holiday or two in order to see him and spend time with him but that wasn’t being with his kid. Seeing him on random days, spending random hours with him every now and again wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what his kid needed. His kid needed him around, he needed to be around his kid but despite how much he wished to be with Colt day after day, when you were on the run from a mafia leader that promised to more or less skin you from head to toe well, you didn’t do what you wanted. You did what was essential.

Reaching out with his free hand to playfully ruffle his son’s hair just as Lia’s started speaking, briefly glancing up to meet her gaze before turning them back on his son, though his gaze wasn’t upon her he indicated that he was listening. “Aunt Llyana.” Repeating the name of the woman under his breath and drawing the attention of his son, smiling wider as the child hesitantly stopped playing to glance at him, Dante not wanting his child to stop and pay attention to what they were speaking of maneuvered his little figurine into punching that of his son’s. “Watch it, kiddo. He’s gonna beat ya.” Saying just the words that would manipulate his son into playing all the harder and to focusing back on kicking his figurines ass, Dante having distracted the kid turned back to Lia and their conversation. “I could watch him if you wanted. Wouldn’t be hard to switch around my shift. I can take care of him while you got classes and then once they end I’ll hand him back for the night and you can take over.” Flickering the kid on the forehead as he dissolved into a little ball of curses, Dante understanding them all warned him off. “Remind me to talk to your cousins.”

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Head shaking as he dodged question after question from the clamoring students, Dante moving to grab at the side of the door slowly started to edge it close. “I’m not arresting your friend just cause he drank all your beer. Just buy more and label it this time around.” Pushing the dejected student away, he continued. “As tragic as your story is, I think the moral here is if you hadn’t cheated, your little side piece wouldn’t have told your main piece. Just get a new girl, man and maybe be faithful this time around.” Handing out more advice rather than actually handling their minuscule problems, Dante reaching the last student turned to them. “That’s something you need to take up with actual cops. I’m just campus security, lady. I don’t handle stalkers.” Saying the words but immediately feeling a way the moment they left his lips, whistling sharply, he called for her attention. “Drop his information off in my mailbox and I’ll see what I can do.” Not actually saying he’d kick the kid’s ass but certainly marking it as plan a in his head, finally able to close his door to his office he did just that before moving to lean against it. “Needy little bastards.”

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📱 dante 🍌lia🦄

Lia: What school?

Lia: My School?

Lia: doing what? Last I heard you didn't have a teaching degree? What you teach? How to avoid assassination 101?

Dante: No, the school on the other side of town.

Dante: Yes, your school. Why would I work anywhere else except your school?

Dante: As fun as I'm sure it is making jokes about the father of your child having to dodge being killed by our son's grandfather, no. I'm not teaching.

Dante: It's head of security.

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📱 dante 🍌lia🦄

Lia: I promise I didn't let him get any Australian diseases, okay?

Dante: Yeah, I saw your little outback adventure and as happy as I am about you making sure he was safe, I'm not texting you about that.

Dante: Like I said, I want to talk to you. We should meet up. Few things happened while you were gone.

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📱 dante 🍌lia🦄

Dante: So we should talk.