@starprint unprompted melone starter bc i had to do it to him.
prosciutto could be irritating and authoritative. they all took their jobs seriously - despite how some may behave. their complaints. more so since - the incident , one risotto had pleaded they forget ; for their own safety. well-being. but prosciutto was particularly devoted. always. to the mission - his teammates. these traits were admirable - he’d be ecstatic if he were to find a mother similar. how interesting it would be to observe babyface’s development derived from such quality traits - no , perhaps not. it would be far too disobedient. impossible to teach.
frosty eyes pass over the man - uncharacteristically quiet, partly due to ghiaccios absence , and the distraction of his own thoughts. everything the man touched left the lingering scent of tobacco. his entire personality reeked of daddy issues and to top it off he wore goddamn braces with his socks. braces. like shaping himself perfectly into the mafia aesthetic was his very soul intent. melone groans - arms draped over his face in some piteous display. why’d his type have to be so various? so ill-refined. not to mention apparently resistant to his brand of seduction. it shouldn’t have been this difficult - a weeks worth of illuso wages should already be seated safely in his pocket. ready to be spent anyway he desired. but no - instead he’d subjected himself to numerous failed attempts , and even more haughty knowing smirks from illuso. his confidence had taken a hit.
but he wasn’t content on spending his day off on the sofa - sulking. giving up on his own misery - he tosses a cushion at the blonde. to get his attention - and to wipe that passive look from his face.
“so - do you ever do anything fun , or do you just practice your pep-talks in the mirror , illuso does listen in , if you wanted to know.” words spoken matter of fact - despite not knowing if they held any truth. but knowing illuso - it was likely.










