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  You insulted my pride, and this means death!  

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Oliver. 

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   “I know” Oliver sighed softly. The redhead always enjoyed spending time with his Uncle Tito, always inspired by how confident and carefree the other was. He wasn’t sure how much Rita loved him hanging out with the other, but that was another matter. “But I guess that you’re probably right….because how would they know, right?”

“Exacts!” Tito complained. He remembered when Oliver was so much shorter than him now there was hardly a comparison! The kid had sure grown up from the rugrat he once knew him as. “It’s all about presentation. You act like you don’t give a shit, no one thinks you give a shit. It’s all about showcasing!”

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Kiara.

Kiara ran top speed, looking back to see her security team just realizing she’d managed to slip away. She turned a corner, narrowly missing someone. “You’ve gotta help me hide. Please. 5 minutes.” she asked the stranger. All she wanted was a little bit of time to herself. Something that was rare when your father was an important politician. Everywhere she went she was accompanied by security. It made wanting to be a normal girl quite hard. “I’ll owe you big time.” she begged. @aforgottentale-starters​

“Wha- of course, of course!” A beautiful girl askinbg for his help and looking terrified? Tito didn’t have it in him to reject the situation, he wasn’t capable of it. “Five minutes or however long you need.” He exclaimed with a fierce nod of his head. “No oweing! It’s my pleasure to help you señorita, I got you.” She seemed a bit shaken so he wouldn’t turn on the charm just yet, that was for later once they became friends. “I’m Ignacio Alonso Julio Federico de Tito,” He flashed a grin. “But you could call me Tito.” 

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Lady.  

“He’s a rescue, up for adoption if you’re interested or know someone who would give him a loving home.” she offered. Layla’s pride and joy was the dog shelter she helped fund. “That’s so sweet of you, you made his entire week!” 

“Dang a loving home? That would be great for ya,” He pet the dog, only going a bit deeper into scratches once it extended it’s neck for permission. “I’ll keep an eye out for the fella, see what I could do.” Really, Tito did enjoy helping and he wanted to make a difference. So he’d look. “Whats his name?” 

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@foxworthalleycat

“the thing about confidence is no one knows if it's real or not.”

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Rita Saluki​.

Rita blinked at him as if she couldn’t believe the words he was saying. “You’ve met yourself right?” she asked. “no no no. I don’t need you to chat me up but I’m sure you need me. So if you want me to wingwoman than fine. Still…one stool over.” The corner of her lips rose just slightly as she waved her hand in a ‘shoo’ motion. “And….Thank you.” She was grateful that he agreed to not tell Dodger. “I just…I need a day where me being my own person doesn’t end in a fight.” she sighed. 

“You tryin to say somethin Rits?” He asked, a narrow of his eyes with an oblivious tint to the fact his middle name was practically ‘in the way’, among his many other middle names. “Ah come on I’d be an amazing wingman! Just ask-” Actually-- “-trust me on it chica I got this.” Really, he did! (Actually he maybe sorta didn’t but that was a future Tito problem). “One stool ov-- fine fine if you insist.” He conceded, skipping to his feet and jumping in the next stool with the energy of a three year old. He took a sip before making a face of confusion. “Why’d it be a fight? Rita, hate to break it to you, but you’re kinda awesome. Best lady I know, hands down.” He didn’t know a lot of ladies in retrospect, but still. 

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Dodger.  

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        Now would have been a great time for Oliver to be a full fledged member so that he could whisk the energetic Tito off to take care of Roscoe while Dodger did his best to treat the the headache that quickly morphing into a migraine. It would have been a great time for Rita to come back from where she had ran off to, but something told Dodger that he was on his own with this one. “Non-lethal.” Dodger said as if it was obvious because it should have been. They were going to kill Roscoe over groceries. They would just have to find a creative way to collect enough cash to buy more. Then how about you break his nose and get it over with?” If it got Tito’s anger out and it was just a nose break, he didn’t see why that couldn’t be a good idea. Dodger massaged his temples, trying to calm the growing headache.

Not to say Tito was disappointed but Tito was disappointed. “Yeah yeah yea....” Einstein was really getting up there in years and if Tito hadn’t come to his aid, he could have been seriously hurt! Sure he may have been overreacting but- what if something HAD happened? Something bad? All because Roscoe felt like being an all around asshole. “Really?” He was somewhat surprised at the easy answer. If Dodger gave him permission there was no doubt Tito was gonna do it. “I was thinking of hot wiring and stealing his wheels but a punch in the nose could be fun too!” And VALIDATING, hella validating. 

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Rita Saluki​.

Rita sighed. She wasn’t winning this one. “Fine. You can stay Tito, move over a stool though. I don’t want you cock blocking me. And do NOT tell Dodger I was here unless he asks. It’s none of his business.” she said to him. She knew Dodge would ask though. And tito would tell him. And then they’d get into another fight about her and her freedoms. It was a never ending cycle. 

“When have you ever known me to cockblock?” He asked, though there were a few occasions here unintentional-- ah well, scratch those. “We could even wingman eachother man! I could totally chat you up, choose a guy, choose a gal, I got you Rits.” He frowned a bit about the mention of Dodger. “Don’t worry my lips are ZIPPED, Dodger won’t get a peep out of me. and ya know I could always tell him the truth,” He nudged her with a grin. “That you were wingman’in me. Ain’t nothin like the truth.” Even if it ain’t the whole truth. 

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Lady.

It was a nice day out today and the little puppy she was walking immediately tugged to run up to the boy who had been standing by the hotdog stand. “Oh I think he likes you…or he’s trying to swindle you out of buying him a hotdog.” Layla smiled tugging lightly on the leash of the puppy she was walking. Layla liked to help out with the charity she helped fund so every so often she’d come by to help walk one of the rescue pups. @newspaperburritos​ 

Tito loved hot dogs. It was one of the things he’d never risk stealing because he couldn’t live with a ban for life, hot dogs were far too precious to be banned for for life. “Ey he is pretty cute.” He was tempted, if only for a moment, to give the little guy up his hot dog. “How’bout this-” He took a big last bite, leaving a dog sized amount left and he gave it to the small guy. “Ah thats a alright right?” He guessed it was by her calm demeanor but double checking didn’t hurt. 

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Rita Saluki​.

“Stuff it tito before I put this glass so far up you, you’ll be pouring gin out your mouth when you speak.” Rita warned him. This was exactly the thing she was needing a break from. It was always so much. And she loved her boys, would kill for them. “Counter offer. All three are mine. And You forget you saw me. And I won’t put you on lifeboat in the middle of the night.” She warned him with a smirk.

“You say that as a threat but you may be surprised at my answer man, cause that sounds cool. I’d be like one of those fountains, just--” He imitated the motion, lips shaped like a fish and flexed his arms as he did so too. “I’d make the most epic fountain, everyone would come over to me, put a penny and make a wish and it’d come true. I’m telling you I’d be like Santa, fountain-Santa, make their wish come true! ... as long as they said it outloud.” He decided, positive in it. “Rita Rita Rita, it’ll take more than that to get rid of me. Plus you’re pretty unforgettable. What do we say, you have all three andddd I get to stay? Chill out with the best lady I know.” Maybe some flattery would help him. 

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Dodger.

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        It was a good point. Roscoe had done enough to the group to go after him without much more reason than that, but he wanted to know what it was this time. Dodger let out a soft chuckle at Tito’s passion. “Got any ideas?” For someone so ready to fight, he didn’t seem like he had a plan other than to go in guns blazing, which contrary to Tito’s beliefs, was not a plan. “Where at? The store or out here?” The location was important. 

“Oh man I have a billion trillion dillion ideas! I am so ready man! I got this in the bag, tons and tons of ideas! Now do we wanna go lethal or non-lethal? Frankly I’m angling for lethal but non lethal has some solid stuff too. Public humiliation, making life more difficult, and there’s always the classic chicken feathers. I really like that idea if we’re going non lethal but also if we do do lethal we gotta swat him, I wanna break at least a nose, ya know?” He exclaimed. “The store. The dirty scoundrel knew we wouldn’t let shit go down here, we too good ya know? He’s scared of us for sure, and we’re gonna give him reason to be even more scareder-er... that don’t sound right.” He realized with a blink of his eyes. 

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“Ey,” Tito greeted with a perk to his step. “I brought munchkins for you and the munchkins.” Two containers of them actually. If he had an extra hand Tito would have sprung for three. “Also, lots and lots of newspaper.” That was still in the car though. “They’re gonna love it!”

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Dodger. 

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       Tito only got faster when Dodger told him to slow down. It wasn’t unexpected, but rather a simple annoyance. His head throbbed, brain pounding against his skull in an attempt to escape. The pressure was yet to be relieved, only worsening as he tried to focus on the words escaping from Tito’s mouth at Mach speed. “What did Roscoe do this time?” He asked, expecting a full recount of the events. “Talking about Einstein, where is he?” 

“What hasn’t he done? That rat bastard doesn’t have an off switch! The man just doesn’t stop and gotta learn that ain’t okay, we gotta teach him a lesson man, stick something in his brain to make him remember not to mess with us!” He exclaimed speedily, almost out of breath with the amount of energy he poured into his vocals. “Einstein, the old timer was getting groceries man and Roscoe couldn’t let that be done in peace. He was like— ‘Groceries? No!’ He stole em man!! How low is that??”

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Tramp.

“I’m sure you’re great at smooth talking, kid. But there’s no way they’d ever join you even if you somehow managed to convince your gang. Too much history. And they’re a little more loyal than I am.” He reminded him. The two gangs didn’t get along. “You’ll have to get even some other way. Just don’t tell me. I don’t want to be involved. I’m free from all this now. It has nothing to do with me.” He decided. It was a little endearing, what he was saying… but incredibly idealistic. To say the least. “Oh, he was never manipulating me.” He thought he’d clarify. It wasn’t like he was ever under anyone’s control. He’d just been a loyal friend to Buster until he started to notice how strange he was acting. “I’ll certainly be hard to lay out traps with you watchin’.” He joked as he started walking again.

“Eh you’re loss, we’re awesome.” He couldn’t help but smile as he said the words chipperly, he meant them too. They were awesome. “But... you know that.” He said the words lightly, not able to keep Tramp’s gaze when he said it. He knew Tramp loved Rita and Dodger, even if things were complicated nowadays. Love like that didn’t die. He couldn’t comment on the loyalty mention, they both knew the truth and salt didn’t need to be added to the wound. At least not in this moment of brokered peace. “Free huh? That sounds like a pipedream man, sorry to burst your bubble.” There was no such thing as freedom for them, not really, not ever. “Agree to disagree.” He muttered the words, a large difference from his usual bravado. Tramp would never admit it but Tito couldn’t see it as anything else but manipulation on Buster’s part. It had to be. There was no way it stemmed from a choice on Tramp’s own. “Yup! I got eyes like a hawk ya know, couldn’t get a thing past these eyes. Though my hearing ain’t so great these days.” He joked (probably wasn’t very appropriate but EH). 

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Rita Saluki​.

“No. Uh uh.” Rita said as she sat at the bar, martini in hand. She didn’t even glance at whoever approached her, no one ever did that. Unless of course, it involved the gang. “What ever mess they got themselves into has to wait.” she said, finally looking at the person. “I’m taking the night off. So whatever comes out your mouth next better be if I’d like another drink.”

“They? They? What are we a bunch of barbarians to you? A pack of wolves? Animals? I thought we had something special, Chica. This is heartbreaking, my heart has been BROKEN.” He liked being over dramatic, sue him. There was nothing better than annoying the people he loved, except maybe a burrito. “How’bout this? How would you like not another drink, but another three drinks. The only catch is one of them are mine.”

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Tramp.

“But I’m a little too close for the docks for comfort?” He asked. Figuring that was why he was getting so defensive. Noticing how Tito’s aggression easily fell apart, he kept that same smile on his lips. Tramp wasn’t one to back down from a fight, but he didn’t start fights with people if he could help it. Tito and him? They didn’t need to get into anything right now. Especially with the two of them alone. All it would cause is trouble and he had enough of that. He seemed shocked to hear that he’d left. “They’re not all bad. They’re just… following someone they shouldn’t be. But what else can they do? It’s hard to walk away.” Even for Tramp it had been hard to walk away. He was lucky that no one had come after him yet. He asked what changed and Tramp’s gaze fell from Tito to the pavement. “He did.” He put it simply before glancing back up with that smile back like he hadn’t just been so serious. “Anyway, why don’t you walk with me? We can catch up and while you’re making sure I stay off your turf.” 

“Somethin like that.” He was a little too close to Tito for comfort. Brought back a mix of emotions the young man didn’t particular enjoy. Most prominently a deep betrayal he often tried to forget even happened. It was easier to ignore it then deal with the hurt that came from Tramp’s betrayal of their family. “They could come join us!” He exclaimed, probably louder than he should have. “I’ll talk Dodger into it, you know how smooth talkin I am! If any of em wanna get away from that two faced racoon then we’re in the same boat already.” He proclaimed. “And it’ll gimmie a chance to get even with that dick bastard.” Not that Tito had it in him to cut something off but he sure wanted to knock out a tooth at least. “I’d protect em from him too.” He’d even protect Tramp if the man needed it, not that he did. “I don’t think so man.” Tito didn’t say the words unkindly, just honestly. “I think you’re just seein a bit clearer now. Or maybe his manipulation game is slackin.” Either way, he was relieved Tramp wasn’t at Buster’s beck and call any longer. He pursed his lips all too aware he should say no and yet-- “Okay, just to make sure you’re not layin any traps for us.” That was obviously bullshit, but it was hard to say a simple yes. 

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Tramp.

“Hello to you too, Tito.” Tramp said, glancing up and giving him a small smile. The day he chose Buster was the day most of his friendships fell apart, but that man was like a brother to him. Tramp taught him everything he knew (or tried to). He never expected Buster to get as intense as he got. Especially when he got a little too close with Dodger and Rita. “Me? I’m just enjoying a walk. It’s a nice night, don’t you think?” He asked. Well aware he was a little too close to Tito’s turf, but it was better than being too close to the Junkyard. “Nah. I left a while ago. I’m sorry that happened to you, kid. Things never should have went that far.” 

He expected antagonism, that probably would have been easier than the small familiar smile. Rita, Dodger and Tramp, the three of them had been the origins of the crew back in the day. Tramp may not have been official but he was one of them. Tito had loved him just like he loved Rita and Dodger, and Tramp just... he broke all their hearts. “Well yeah it’s a nice night and walks are awesome but uh-” It became a lot less easy to talk when he wasn’t gearing up to fight someone. Trash talk was easier than small talk. He swallowed. “You... you did?” He felt pathetic, feeling as he did. Relieved that Tramp left them, that he hadn’t taken part in Buster’s action. “Ah- g-good! Good! They suck, ya know? Really really suck.” The word put it mildly, honestly. “So um.” It probably wasn’t his place to ask but he wanted to anyway. “What made you leave?” It wasn’t what happened to Tito, it was before then, so what? “What changed man?” 

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@footloose-collarfree​

“You know man, you used to be cool.” Tito said, bitterness clear and unhidden in his tone. He didn’t hide it for people who should know he was bitter. “Now you’re just- you’re just lame. Dodger and Rita loved you.” I did too, it wasn’t the closeness that Rita and Dodger had but it was love all the same. They were family. Then... they weren’t. “What are you even doing man?” He didn’t wanna fight the guy but he would if he had to (he really didn’t want to though). “Don’t tell me you’re still friends with that Bustard, not after what he did.” He knew things weren’t great but still.