BABY FACE !

"Not a venue I would have expected him to meet us…" Abbachio's voice resonated across the table.

Bruno and he sat in a remote corner spot of a central café and bistro, as they always preferred. He opted to keep delicate topics and more mundane interactions discreet and covert, even after his rise to a higher position following Giorno's designation as the new boss. He studied the menu with composure as a pot of freshly brewed coffee and delicate white porcelain cups adorned with blue and gold patterns rested in the center of their table.

"Would you have preferred an alley at night?" Bruno inquired, his tone indifferent yet tinged with mischief, as his gaze remained fixed on the menu. "Hmph… not with him at least." Abbachio retorted with a smirk on his dark purple-painted lips, yet the drumming of his fingers on the table revealed the white-haired man's unease. He would never have allowed Bruno to attend this meeting alone. Passione remains the most important family in Italy. Even though Giorno handled it and Diavolo was defeated, he knew that some of his followers and members weren't too concerned about this ascent. Old loyalties were lurking everywhere.

The same applied to Bruno's rise as consigliere. Abbachio possessed unwavering confidence in Bruno's judgment, for despite his profound empathy, he was seldom swayed by his own emotions or permitted them to impede his actions and decisions. One of many reasons why Abbachio had stayed.

"I just wonder…" he murmured after a moment, gaze flicking to the window, concern in his strong voice. "How many of them might still be out there and survived. And if maybe… it’s too soon for us." Both of them suffered great wounds from their revolt against Diavolo, and Abbachio's hand automatically stroked his own chest, eyes turning to the other man, completely aware of the equal damage he harbored. Both were severely weakened.

Bruno had low expectations for the upcoming meeting and was curious to see how it would turn out. He had his motives and the messages he intended to deliver. La Squadra was recognized as the most proficient team of assassins, and Bucciarati's group had also endured significant losses due to them -- however, much had been avenged. Knowing Abbachio was doing everything in his ability to guarantee his safety, he wanted not to overly burden him. If things escalated, both of them could get to safety with Bruno's Sticky Fingers Stand. Bruno was always reflective and cared just as much as Abbachio did for him. And that had always been Bucciarati's problem, something he couldn't demonstrate in his high position.

"Consider this, Leone. Melone's not what he used to be, he's been weakened since the last time we crossed paths. I doubt he could show us his full hand now. And he doesn’t need to know a thing about how we’re recovering, does he?"

Abbachio responded with a low, noncommittal gruff, unwilling to press the matter further with Bruno.

Melone had missed the part of his ascension, mostly due to shivering himself just shy of death in a hospital in Rome. After a jaunt through hell to come out on the other side, he's been left damaged by Giorno's counterattack. There were simply parts of him that didn't work anymore, not the way they were supposed to, and likely never would again.

(The dizziness is the worst part, the imbalance that came with nerves firing wrong and leaving him wobbling when he tried to stand.)

When the invitation comes to meet with the new consigliere, the remaining members of the executioners look upon it with suspicion. What would the new boss need from them? Could they afford to face Bucciarati again if it meant another fight? There were some who were very vocally against the meeting, but Melone thought it prudent to give them a chance - show their bellies a little, to see what they could get in return.

It's why he's the one who goes. Out of the team, he's the one who seems the most harmless at a glance, despite his uncharismatic nature. He might not be able to charm his way into anything, but he was a master at peeling away the layers to get the information he wanted.

It's a bit of a hassle to get to the meeting space in his chair, but he does manage it fair enough. A cafe, bright and open, is where they hope to discuss some kind of plans for the future. It feels pointedly public, though the space is decidedly empty. The boss could pull strings whenever he wanted, couldn't he?

"Bucciarati. You're looking well."

His voice is even, maybe even a bit flat in tone, when he speaks. He's not trying for overly friendly, but the familiarity with the other springs out regardless. He did, after all, already have so much information about Bruno.

His companion, however, was a bit of a mystery still comparatively, even if Melone knew his name and recognized his face.

"Because the usual suspects who watch me when I work are already busy. Don't complain so much - it's an easy job, isn't it?"

He doesn't bother looking over at Mista as he works, drumming his fingers against the keyboard of Babyface.

oh, you know me - i'm the smiling assassin.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

intended for mature audiences, minors dni. specify muse if interacting with a multimuse.

what is their sexuality/sexual preference?

what is their romantic preference or inclination?

what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

what are their most common turn-ons?

what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?

what attire do they feel most attractive in?

what attire do they find others most attractive in?

what is their favourite sexual act?

do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

how do they feel about foreplay?

how do they feel about one-night stands?

are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private?

how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.

what is something they consider a kink of their own?

have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

how satisfactory has their sex life been thus far?

what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

are they dominant, submissive, switch, partner/context-dependent, or unsure?

do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

@bellissimolto ♡  for a starter. 

The abandoned warehouse smelled like dust, oil, and something faintly metallic. Kathleen stood near a stack of rusted crates, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her face donning a solemn expression. She didn’t know how to feel about this whole situation. Being the only female member of La Squadra already meant it was quite difficult to adapt. Despite her calm and collected personality, the first few months have proved themselves quite a challenge, before Kathleen was finally able to adapt to the group of male assassins and somehow found her place among them.

However, being sent on a mission with Melone being her partner for a change was something she hadn’t anticipated. Melone was an eccentric individual, someone she didn’t really know how to feel about. That feeling couldn’t be described as hate, nor hostility as she did her best to treat everyone in the team equally, but there was something about him that quite frankly disturbed her at times … but on the other hand at situation like this, there was no time to play around, so maybe it would go smoothly. The thought lingered in her mind, gaze drifting off to take a brief look at Melone, crouched by his Baby Face. Blue irises watched him quietly, gaze sharp and thoughtful.

The mission was simple, kill the target and collect the necessary intel, but it seemed like this time luck wasn’t really on their side. How unfortunate … Deep sigh escaped her lips, chin resting itself upon her palm.

' We’ve been here for twenty minutes ' she said finally, breaking the silence. ' If they don’t show up soon, they’re either dead or smarter than we thought ' She shifted slightly, crossing arms over her chest. as she glanced toward the warehouse entrance. It was quiet—too quiet, maybe—but that didn’t seem to bother her. If anything, she looked almost bored.

When she spoke up, he tilted his head back to look at her, his fingers drumming idly on the case of Babyface. The face on the back mimicked a serene sleep, seeming content to rest.

"Twenty minutes isn't even that long. Babyface takes time to work - even if they don't show up, we should be fine. My Stand is going to track them once it's ready. So just relax!" He shrugged a bit, to brush off the concern, and looked back at the text. Updates of the developing Stand rolled across the screen, passing faster as he tapped a key impatiently.

"Do I strike you as an excitable person? Perhaps sometimes. I get wrapped up in my work. What's on my mind is the interest in Babyface being able to hold itself back in order for us to get the intel before we kill our target."

He stretched his legs out in front of himself, finally seeming to relax a bit.