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indie/selective formaggio. wip. written by dallas.

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SORBET! COME DRINKING WITH ME!

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mirroredman:

“ Forma! You should help me plot Ghiaccio’s grave! It has to look nice! “

“what? is he dead?”

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“I already know what look you’re giving me and you can cut it out right now.”

His tone was sour as he bent to scrub the blood from his hands a bit more forcefully than he may have needed to. It wasn’t particularly stuck on, but it made him feel disgusting to have it on his hands at all.

He hadn’t bothered with the body count of this job. Diavolo had wanted them dead, and so they were dead, more than a dozen members of a rival gang fallen to the Grateful Dead.

His skin crawled when he thought about it and he scrubbed harder at his knuckles, sighing when the footsteps came further into the room rather than away.

“What is it, Formaggio?”

“well jeez, if you already know why don’t you say it yourself.”

formaggio was worried for prosciutto - namely because of how out of it he had been since he came back. he leaned against the door frame, folding his arms over his chest. he noticed the feverish manner in which the other was washing his hands - and though he knew him well enough to know that wasn’t too unusual for how prosciutto approached ‘dirty’ jobs, at the same time he could sense a bit of tension in the task that hadn’t been there before. 

“talk to me. you seem riled.”

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aerreo

h-hey! hey! a little warning next time before you take off running! what’s happening? where’s the fire? did they see you?

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mirroredman:

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“I… I talked about his partner. And I just.. I kept going. And he broke my nose Forma. So Suddenl - Ow! Watch it… “ He swatted at Formaggio when he cleared a small patch of blood from his lip, the throbbing over-taking his reflex.

[ He always realized too late that he made a mistake, but to actually get injured - beyond that of the vicious scars running his arms and hands - was out of his own mind. ]

“ It’s not fair. He needs to control his anger. “

“you have to watch what you say - some people have hair triggers. i agree with you though - he shouldn’t have popped you over it, especially not hard enough to break your nose.”

formaggio sighed, handing illuso a damp rag before unscrewing the cap of the pain medicine. he at least wanted to give it to him before he set his nose back in place. he reached forward and tucked a bit of illuso’s hair back behind his ear.

it’s not like formaggio really held it against illuso that he had a bit of a lip - but he really wished he’d think things out more. it would save them both a lot of trouble, and any future broken noses, for that matter.

“...once the bleeding stops i’ll put it back in place. but keep your head up for now, ‘kay?”

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He... He BROKE my NOSE, Forma!! I told Don Giovanna I shouldn't be paired up with him! Will... will you help me put my nose back into place.... ?

wait - what?

[ he observes his partner’s swollen nose, cupping his face with his hand to angle him. however, there was little doubt in his mind illuso didn’t egg someone on. he sighed, wiping the blood from illuso’s upper lip with his finger before going to fetch the needed materials to get him patched up from the nearby bathroom. ]

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