[Well it's time to head downstairs before somebody changes their mind; the moment their hands connect, Abbacchio steps toward the stairs, tugging Bruno's hand.]
Not much. Just today Narancia declared war over breakfast and switched sides twice before lunch.
[He's tired when he says as much, but it's a different kind of tired than the world-weary constant exhaustion that's seeped into his bones from the work they do. It's just an everyday "dumb kids" kind of tired—a good kind, if there is such a thing when your "dumb kids" all know how to kill a man and none of them are good-tempered.
He himself has probably whacked at least two of them upside the head in the past 24 hours; the usual.]
They worried about you. Fugo pretended he didn't, but he's full of shit, as usual.
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Not much. Just today Narancia declared war over breakfast and switched sides twice before lunch.
[He's tired when he says as much, but it's a different kind of tired than the world-weary constant exhaustion that's seeped into his bones from the work they do. It's just an everyday "dumb kids" kind of tired—a good kind, if there is such a thing when your "dumb kids" all know how to kill a man and none of them are good-tempered.
He himself has probably whacked at least two of them upside the head in the past 24 hours; the usual.]
They worried about you. Fugo pretended he didn't, but he's full of shit, as usual.