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rumorhasitdimitri:

“Does it?” Dimitri muttered, feigning interest toward Kovu’s sass. He certainly wasn’t getting any younger but at least his age didn’t physically show in his face. And certainly not his body.

“I plan to. ‘not really one for day trips, especially with you; I’d have to buy a safety harness for toddlers before taking that kind of risk.” That certainly wasn’t the biggest problem. Should Dimitri be seen in public with Kovu Luciano, many local ties, that happened to include the Genovese family, would not be impressed. As much as Dimitri loved to know all about others he could never let such people know of his own life and secrets. information had to be treated delicately, the very reason this city needed a man like Dimitri Burkov around.

“Yeah, kinda does.” Kovu teased, even though it was far from the truth. “That’s a white people thing and you know it.” He pointed threateningly at Dimitri. “Al though it might piss off Remy to see you with me, don’t worry. Loosing you as my informer isn’t worth it, even if getting a reaction out of him would be fun. How is he doing, by the way? Haven’t seen him since we had dinner two weeks ago.”

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havntedjoseph :

Joseph cleared his throat, dropping his gaze “Mister Luciano, how nice to see you.” He pushed his glasses up his nose and lifted his gaze up to meet Kovu’s “Where we stand now, I’m not entirely sure how long he will be incarcerated. I will check with Sebastian though, chances are he will know more than I do.”

“Always a pleasure, Joseph.You know how much I love hanging out here with you.” Kovu faked a smile, sitting down on the chair in front Joseph’s desk. “Yeah, Sebastian is such a control-freak, of course he will know.So how bad was it? And what was it he supposedly did?”

#c:joseph

aidonethe

“I probably wouldn’t touch that if I were you…”

mobprince-kovu-blog

“Why not? Doesn’t seem that important. Or is it?”

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rumorhasitdimitri

Humming a low chuckle Dimitri digressed. Babysitting had never been in his list of services, but money from Kovu’s family spoke louder than Dimitri’s twisted conscience–whatever was left of it. “I’m present, physically, and that’s saying a lot. What else do you want from me, kid? Our agreement was to, and I quote,hangout sometime.” He was inventing down time, for a multi-talented criminal informant there was always work to be done.

“And we are. I’m paying you good money so I can drink your whiskey and chat. Instead of being followed by Tweedledee and Tweedle dumbfuck out there.” He gestured out the window. “Why do you always have to say call me kid. Because it doesn’t make me sound young, just makes you sound old.” Kovu blinked a fake innocent look at Dimitri as he sipped from the glass of whiskey. To be honest Kovu actually enjoyed these banters, the teasing between the two of them. If he even tried something like that at home it would end with some getting a butter knife thrown at them.

“Well text whoever you want, work. I just need a place to breathe...” Kovu leaned back into the leather couch, still drinking from his glass.

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rumorhasitdimitri

“Should I be asking for a raise?” Dimitri grinned, offering a short glance while he wrote a text on his mobile. “Dapper… yeah, you shouldn’t use that word again, hot stuff.”

“You’re getting paid better than average to begin with, so don’t start that with me.” Kovu shoots the informer a smirk, stroking his palm over the sleeve of his jacket. “I think I’ll refer to myself as dapper whenever I chose. Dimi. So you got something good for me today?”

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madaniss

“only a lot. you’re still breathing too hard. relax. feel the earth under your paws, so it doesn’t shift and make noise.”

The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride (1998)

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rumorhasitdimitri

“The coat though, that’s new. Where’d you pick it up?”

“It is. Prada. Worth more than what some people pay for a car. Sick.” Kovu took a little turn, showing off his new jacket.”Kinda like it, makes me look all fuckin’ dappper and shit.”

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rattlethestarsjim

“Hey… I’m just slapping some fresh grip tape onto these decks.” Jim explained behind his work desk at an enclosed corner of the shop.

“You can explain that stuff to me a million times,I’m never going to understand it. Is that Tony’s?” Kovu questioned, jumping up to sit on the counter. He had brought in some of his cousin’s skatebords earlier. The kid was always breaking them, demanding more of them, even though Kovu thought they all looked the same. “Had a lot of business today?” He slid his finger over a wheel, rolling it between the palm of his hand. “Probably get most of the work from my cousin and his dumbass friends.”