on my own throne

The sleeping rage had been awoken and it now cursed through her body, the sudden invasion setting her at ease. With one hand, Ren reached for her blade — an instinct, much more than a thought out action —, and with the other, she angrily wiped her mouth clean. 

He got on every single one of Laurenne's nerves and Pietro cherished that in a way he himself couldn't exactly understand, but that hardly stopped him from pressing his lips against hers. It wasn't to provoke the woman--not to further irk her; rather, Pietro had simply felt himself tempted, and it was exactly temptation that brought him endless amounts of entertainment--in this case entertainment came in the form of an angry, threatening Laurenne. To him, her threats were merely amusing, a sort of music to his ears he could also not understand. Surely she wasn't stupid enough to give into her threats, especially not on him. Either way, Pietro enjoyed hearing her remarks.

Things are everything really, busy, boring, bad, good. You have to be more concise.

You know better than to ask pointless questions, Signor Galli.

That I do, Detective.

It’s fine, ‘M glad it’s me. Shh— Just slow down, okay?

Pietro nodded slowly. The brightness in the room seemed to be making his headache notably worse and so he closed his eyes momentarily. 

Ah, yeah--I'm--I'm sorry. I could've sworn I changed the emerg--I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience. To drop by, of course. Which hospital is this? Where's the fucking doctor? My head's about to explode. 

Che cazzo è successo a me.

I actually want you to guess because I am quite bored and I can use some entertainment. I am currently seeing someone, I’ll let you guess who.

Must be serious for you to be mentioning it. I'm no good at these games, Kat. And you've been keeping a lot to yourself lately, so I've got nowhere to start, really. I need clues. 

I’ve been fine. If you’re offering, yes, though I would prefer to pour it myself.

Precautionary measure or do you not trust me, Detective? Perhaps both?

It’s easy to get lost in Rome. So many people and too little room to navigate. No, there is no place I was trying to get to. I just felt stuffed up and decided to take a walk. Some shady characters where walking behind me so I decided to knock on the closest door and hope for a place to lay low until they leave. Is that alright with you, Mr…i dont think I caught your name.

It is, isn't it. Ah, I see. Shady characters around this area of the city are very rare and quite worrying. I'll make sure to get on top of that. Galli. Please do call me Pietro. And your name?

I’m off duty, Mr. Galli. Detective Jenkins.

It's been awhile, Detective. I trust you've been well? Can I offer you something? A drink? Water? Juice? Wine, perhaps? 

I should warn you, I’m in a mood.

That's hardly a revelation, but thank you for the heads up. 

Well I am sorry for the sudden intrusion. I was wondering around and just found myself here. I hope popping by unexpected wont cause me too muc trouble.

No need to apologise. It's easy to get lost around this neighbourhood. No trouble at all. So, do you need someone to show you the place you're trying to get to? Or do you mindlessly knock on people's doors whilst wondering? No judgment in my place; just curiosity, I assure you. 

Go on, then. Share. Put me out of my curiosity.

I think you may have me confused with someone else. I’m not here for any business. 

I don't think I have confused you for anyone at all, bella. It's just I wasn't expecting anyone, is all.