#ncnverba

[musaesidereum]

@ncnverba

It wasn’t often that Risotto would feel such an urge arise, one that would not be satisfied by companionship alone. He reached out, placing his hand upon the back of Proscuitto’s neck. His thumb gently stroked the line of his jaw, and he leaned in to press his lips to his temple.

“--Would you keep me company tonight?” He asked, a question that demanded nothing but Proscuitto’s willingness.

[silvercharict]

“ i don’t like company. ”  

✣ ——— “You don’t like company?” A shame really. Part of life is spending it with others. If it isn’t with loved ones it would be with friends and even with people you don’t really tolerate. This man seemed to be very blunt with his tone and it caught the rather extroverted Polnareff off guard. 

                   His regular smile sunk into a frown, pursed lips into a tight line. Trying find the next thing to tell the man. Not to sound overly preachy nor like he would be scolding him. It took him a minute to find the right words, turning to the man next to him. 

                “I would say the opposite, but sometimes company is unavoidable. Great thing is that most interactions don’t last long.”

[musaesidereum]

[ swat ]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

Risotto paused, his gaze darting between the object upon the table and Prosciutto’s hand, which had only just smacked the back of his own. He wasn’t quite angry at being stopped per se, but he’d been surprised by the vehemence behind Prosciutto’s strike.

He remained silent, however, raising an eyebrow in askance at why he’d suddenly prevented Risotto from picking the object up.

[musaesidereum]

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Uncharacteristically, Risotto hadn’t looked up from the pile of papers stacked up in front of him as Proscuitto approached, sifting through the pages with a frown on his face. It was only when he saw movement in the corner of his eye, and the shadow cast over his desk by the new presence, that he looked up.

"--Proscuitto. Did you have anything new to report?” Risotto asked, rather startled by the silent appearance of his subordinate. “What is it?”

[soldatc]

@ncnverba // cont

“You may have it.” In a facetiously gracious tone. Sure, take your pardon. Abbacchio holds Proscuitto’s gaze, though does not deign to slouch his shoulders down whatsoever to make his height advantage less noticeable. Whatever the end goal or attitude here may be, the posturing feels necessary.

“More concise? It was three words, and you’re the one who talks about how saying and doing should be the same.” How much more concise would Proscuitto like him to be? I dare you, step up to plate, impress. Come on now. “You’re going to be a letdown.” It’s more of a challenge than an evaluation, per se.

[musaesidereum]

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Risotto pursed his lips as he regarded Proscuitto. One of his senior members, someone he trusted with his life--and someone who trusted him in turn, who had placed his life into Risotto’s hand from the moment that Risotto struck out to find the Boss’ daughter in a bid to find out the Boss’ identity. There was no guilt to be felt--his team had known the risks, and still followed him.

And yet, there was still a sense of dissatisfaction left within Risotto.

"It would be safer,” for the rest of his team, “if I’d gone alone.”

[mxltobenemoved-blog]

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“I don’t try to raise them into good people, so I don’t need to be a good parent. Lecture whoever it is stealing my things instead.” He took an offered cigarette though and flashed a smile. Prosciutto was always like this and Melone didn’t take offense to it.