" CHE TIPO DI FOLLIA (WHAT KIND OF INSANITY)— " " Signora, NO. NON sta combattendo 1x. Chi l'ha colpita in testa? (You are NOT fighting 1x. Who hit you on the head?) "

[ Looking right, looking left, as if Mafioso didn't just. ] " We love ya too, boss. "

《Sneezes I finished this like 2 weeks late shush》

" If I wanted t'shame ya, I'd talk about how your room is plastered with— "

" Boss. I think we need to talk about your verbal habits. "

" What if I bite someone and neither of us die, but then I kill them afterwards? "

" You almost hit me too, Stronza!!! *̲ 💢 "

You don't say.

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⠀⠀ " 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. " ⠀⠀

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 ᅠᅠᅠ𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 ■■■■■ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ

venus2 im writing that interaction tomorrow really late rn.... expect my first ever solo but with two seperate accounts

" Understood, ma'am. I'll go confront them. "

" Hey. There's, like, a girl snooping around outside. " " Do we do anything about her? "

he’s in the closet but the glass is clear

" Ha, yeah. I mean, if he wanted something to match his style but keep the thrill, why not a six shooter? You think he has bad memories related to Russian Roulette or something? " [ She shook her head, answering herself. ] " Feels too trivial. They might also just be dumb in general. Who knows. "

[ Capo nodded, gripping her shovel more tightly. ] " You do bring presence. " [ Her voice was quieter as she adjusted herself back away from the tension that had just been established. She exhaled. ]

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(PINNED - V3) #mvrp #ocrp "there's a lot of things i lack. self-satisfaction. healthy habits. basic morality. mozzarella sticks, unfortunately."

[ Fioretta hid an ugly snicker behind a hand, turning her sights back to Signora. ] " Have you seen what he's carrying around too? That old junk isn't doing him any favors — a /flintlock?/ So tacky. "

" Heh, thanks. " [ Back to staring at the plant for a little bit. ] " Well, if you don't have anything else to add, I'll leave now. "

" I actually got into gardening after getting into all of the burial stuff. Like, I was so good at digging up dirt anyways, so why not turn my job into an art, I thought? But more on that another time. I don't feel like reciting my life's story up until now. "

[ Fioretta gasped, the tension in the air immediately tightening like the chain of an anchor dropped to the bed of the River Styx. ] " ... No, boss. I would not. " [ Her sunglasses hid any semblance of emotion, and her voice was drawn of any real intonation. Fear or dull honesty? Who knows. ]

" That's the idea, they don't ask to do it, we do it for them while they don't have a say. "

" And I say it ain't in my job description. So don't expect it again unless you ask really nicely. " " ... Don't actually ask, please. "

" Kay, I actually gave this a little thought? But only for the boss and Nora. " " Boss would be... Hollyhocks, if I remember right. " " And Signora would be Yellow Jasmines. "

[ Sighhhh. ] " I am well aware. Remind me never to do one, even as a joke, ever again. "

[ She dug her shovel into the dirt, framing Connie between her fingers like a picture frame briefly before taking her shovel again. ] "Hmmmm... Coreopsis flowers. I think they'd suit ya. They look like a coccarda (cockade), only with warmer colors."

" I KNOW, I just said that. Glad I could make ya laugh though, boss. You look a lot more approachable when you're laughing. For a lack of better terms, a lot less mortally terrifying. That doubles as a compliment, you're a damn good intimidator. "

" Yeah, well, you's got a cool hat, so I'd say we're even. " [ She nudged back with the hilt of her shovel. ] " If all goes well though, would you want any flowers planted in your name? If ya got a species of flower you'd wanna see, let me know. "

[ She stepped forward in reaction, looking back with a bothered change of face. Her sunglasses were still on her face, but her eyes were probably smouldering underneath. ] " Cut out the jabbing, you hit like a sledgehammer. Also, ask any chef to show hands, they'll have burns. ++

[ The shaking threw her off balance, needing her to support herself and stand straight with her shovel alone. Her lungs bit for air before responding. ] " Yes, boss. Sorry for stepping out of line. Accadrà di nuovo. (It will happen again.) " [ Her last words were aided with playful jabbing. ]

" I wouldn't know the guy. Never was my resonsibility to do background checks, I just dug his grave in advance. I was expecting us to need it. " [ Fioretta blinked, turning her eyes away as her own words set into her head. ] " Maybe that's a bit of a cynical view. "

[ Capo looked down at the mound of dirt she had planted the tomato-seeds in, flinching when nudged but not changing where she was looking. ] " If it goes n' gets trampled, then it doesn't matter how much I plant. I'd rather be starting small and not lettin' my work get tampered with immediately. "

" Like I said! Depressing. Even city living had more substance than this place. I thought the countryside was supposed to have all this beauty and scenery, but the most interesting thing about this place is the cake monster. Never seen that before. Frankenstein-baker's dream. "

" Clever thinking. If we're lucky enough, they won't even notice we put the rock in. Pfft-heheh. " [ Fioretta looked down, shaking her head. Her head lingered downwards a moment longer before snapping back towards Signora. ] " I'm in. "

" Sleeping with the fishes is old tradition. " " I would like to present 'sleeping with the earthworms.' "

✧ 𝐇𝐎𝐓-𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙐𝙋 ⍣ ⍣ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ⋇ .ᐟ⋇ — 𝓣𝓮𝓶𝓹 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭

✧ 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉𝙀 ⍣ ⍣ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 ⋇ 𝘾𝙊𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙍 𝙆𝙄𝘿 ⌖⌖ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 .ᐟ

" THE BOSS' BOSS? AAHEM AHEM- " " Pleased to meet you, ma'am. La tua presenza mi onora. (Your presence honors me.) "

Oᥒᥴꫀ ᥙρꪮᥒ ᥲ tเꪑꫀ เᥒ ᥲ ᥣᥲᥒd ᥉ꪮ ƒᥲɾ ᥲᥕᥲᥡ Ꮃᥲ᥉ ᥲᥒ ꫀ᥎เᥣ kเᥒgdꪮꪑ thᥲt ᥒꪮ ρꫀɾ᥉ꪮᥒ dᥲɾꫀd tꪮ ƒᥲᥴꫀ Ꭱᥙᥣเᥒg ᥕเth ᥲᥒ เɾꪮᥒ ƒเ᥉t ᥲᥒd ᥉tᥲᥒdเᥒg ᥴꫀᥒtꫀɾ ᥉tᥲgꫀ Ꮃᥲ᥉ ᥲ ᥒꪮᖯᥣꫀ ρɾเᥒᥴꫀ᥉᥉ ꪮᥒᥣᥡ ƒꪮᥙɾtꫀꫀᥒ ᥡꫀᥲɾ᥉ ꪮƒ ᥲgꫀ

" Yeah, well, I am not doing that. If you beg on your knees and present the seeds like an offering, then maybe. " [ Her words jabbed to Connie jokingly. The idea was tempting though, there was just a subtle change in her smile that spoke to a possible private interest in a project like that. ]

[ Her free hand gestured vaguely at Signora with a point. ] " If we do this, then either you distract and I put it in, or you put it in while I hold him down. I will not be chatting up a debtor, you would have to catch me dead. " [ Fioretta had begun idly spinning her shovel, kicking up dirt. ]

" Heartless? Never. " [ She exaggerated her words with a slight tilt, then shake of the head, emphasis on 'never'. Her words were aided with physical expression. ] " Though I know you know we're not exactly advertising our charity. I wouldn't see you any less if you cared less for my interests. "

[ Tossing the rock aside, she shuffled to lean on her shovel, towards Mafioso's arm. ] " Gardening. And not the fun kind. Just plain old. " [ Fioretta passed a glance to Mafioso behind her glasses. ] " I doubt it would interest un uomo ben investito (a well invested man) like you. "

" Easy yes, that would be hilarious. I doubt he would even notice. " [ She raised up her sunglasses to sit against her hair, an act only common to Signora. ] " What if you hit the gambler with the rock? Next collection run with the boss. "

" Tomatoes. Nothin' special, but this place looks depressing and drab already, so, actually, maybe a little special. " [ Her shovel wiggled in the dirt as she fidgeted it back and forth, gaze obsessed on where she had planted the seeds. ] " You think I should plant some flowers too? "

[ Her hand gripped the air a few times before falling down, slapping against her clothes. ] [ With a lanky twist, she faced Signora, her shovel and lower body held in the exact same place as before. A grin was returned to Nora, one that challenged the playful tone with friendly competition. ] ++

" Unless you have a head to bash in, no. Non vale niente. (It's worthless.) " [ Fioretta held out the rock as an offering to Signora, and in a display of dry humor. She wasn't expecting Signora to actually take it, though the choice was still presented. ] " It damages the ground if kept buried. "

[ She tipped her shovel in the dirt, gripping the rock firmer as she was made aware of Mafioso's presence. The grip was too familiar for her to act out on, though. She held still. ] " Incantato. (Charmed.) Were you looking for me, Boss? Or just curious as to what I was getting up to? "