#cernieran

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    “ WELL, I’M NOT SURPRISED that you killed him. He seems like ... a piece of work, so to speak. ”

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            ❛  it’s ... a little alarming that you know my name,             and occupation, while i have no idea who you are             yourself, to say the least.  ❜

      @cernieran

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As Serina glanced over her shoulder at the line that had formed behind her in the alimentari, she mentally applauded herself for stopping by the shop when she had. She had made a habit out of shopping at the small grocery store when she didn’t have the energy or time to take a trip to one of the open air markets or to make three separate stops to pick up cheese, bread, and meat. From the looks of it, she was starting to get a better feel for what times the alimentari was the busiest. Serina turned back towards the counter, her thoughts shifting to whether she should double the amount of mint and basil in the pesto sauce she was going to make that night. Before she could make up her mind, a few fragments between the proprietress of the store and the unusually dressed customer (not that she had much room to talk considering she was wearing a lavender dress with stars and ghosts on it and carrying a black bat-shaped bag) in front of her, floated towards her.

“Uh, excuse me,” she began, offering the stranger in front of her a nervous smile, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything, but if you’re short a few lire, I can spare some change.”

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Once again, the Don is settled in front of his desk rearranging the photos on it to the exact spaces that he likes them. Giorno circles the desk and settles down in his chair to see if they’re in the right spots. He isn’t content, so he returns to it from the seat now. “If their job is to clean...” And only now does he see that the Capo has appeared.

“Ah, scusa, Buccellati. Thank you for  coming so early. I’d like your opinion on something, if you wouldn’t mind.” He allows only a few seconds of eye contact before looking back at the pictures, returning once more to organizing them.

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     It’s a quiet night. A peaceful one. One that’s a welcome break from the horrible buzzing around of... well. Business as usual, it seemed. It’s tiring. So, so fucking tiring. Giorno Giovanna stands on his balcony with a drink in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, staring out into the starry expanse of the dark sky above. A soft sigh accompanies smoke as it travels upwards. This was nice.

A door opens, and he glances towards the sound, pupils slits until he realizes just who it is, and his expression softens. A small smile.

“Good evening, Buccellati. Are you doing well?” He asks, gesturing for the other to approach. “I can put out the cigarette, if you’d prefer.”