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@5tiiimewinner​ asked: “So what’s the deal with you and him, anyway? Dare I ask? // 😦

DAO starters | ACCEPTING

          alberto didn’t need to ask ercole to clarify who he meant --- there was no cause to. his body tensed up almost instantly as he turned his body to peer over at his half-brother, eyes narrowing at the question. he had been penning a new letter to luca, wanting to update him on the entire situation, though in some ways, he didn’t even know where to BEGIN.        (hey, luca. just to let you know, i don’t live with massimo anymore. i found my dad! what’s the bad news? oh. it’s all bad news. one. he’s an ass, and two. he’s ercole’s dad. yep. the guy who tried to kill us is actually my brother. hope school is going well, ciao!)         no. there was way too much to say in a letter. 

          still, ercole’s question agitated him, as he expected that he had wanted, and he covered up the letter with a hand, almost instinctively.     “ he’s my best friend. obviously. “    he wouldn’t share anything beyond that, because why should he? he wasn’t going to tell ercole any of the secrets he kept in his own heart, of the way luca made him feel. that was a precious secret.. a comfort for him. he wasn’t going to let ercole taint that.. because he WOULD. 

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              admittedly, guido hadn’t given too much thought to what would happen after throwing ercole in the fountain when it had happened. he had been consumed with annoyance at his cousin, just wanting to get him back for everything he’d put him through.. and ciccio’s agreement had been all the confidence he had needed.                      of course, guido still had to LIVE with ercole. that was something he... had forgotten about in the moment.  ciccio had offered to let him stay with him for the night, which he appreciated -- but he might as well get it over with. postponing it would only make it worse.. and things were.. different now. he felt better about the whole thing. more confident.. sure of himself. 

“  [ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.  //  in the JAWW  ” ———@5tiiimewinner​.     (  FROM.  )

IN  ALL  FAIRNESS,   he’d sort of  deserved  it.

leave it to fucking  ERCOLE  to pop off,  & not only about  sea  monsters  not being capable of being civilized,  but about  LUCA.     what had stared out as  ‘ playful banter ’  had quickly turned sour when the bastard had implied that luca could,  ‘ like  all  other sea monsters, ’  be capable of acts of cruelty.     alberto,  being the idiot that he is,  had immediately jumped to his friend’s defense with a heated retort & a vicious warning  —  A  SNARL,  complete with bared teeth.

human teeth are,  of course,  nothing  compared to the set that he sports when covered in scales ...

so when he’d been rebuffed by ercole,  once again dismissing any & all of luca’s great good qualities,  alberto had snatched a cup of water from some poor bystander,  splashed it onto his face,  &  JUMPED  onto the human to sink those newly—pointed teeth into his shoulder.

ercole’s yelp of pained surprise had been  worth  it  at first.     the  KICK  TO  THE  JAW  that had come after,  however,  had almost made him regret it.     almost.

alberto stumbles backward,  calves hitting the stone lip of the fountain hard enough to knock him off balance & right into the water.     instantly the change overcomes him,  periwinkle & lavender scales blooming across tanned skin,  freckles,  & scars :    a shield from ercole’s words & fists that will last as long as he remains  WET.

“  ... take  it  back.  ”

the sea monster rises shakily to his feet & spits a mouthful of blood into the water.    whether it’s  HIS  or  ercole’s  is unclear ;    his teeth must have lacerated his lips & cheeks quite badly with the impact of the kick,  but the damage to the local bully’s shoulder is akin to the bite of a  SHARK.     thankfully alberto had  released  his  grip  quickly ... they are simple punctures instead of the deep,  jagged tears that have claimed the lives of sea monsters before him.

alberto bares his teeth again as his long tail thrashes behind him in an agitated fashion,  fins raised in warning.     without luca’s good will to rein him in ... he can become a  REAL  MONSTER.

“  take it  back,   ercole.     luca is  NOT  a monster,  & he’ll  never  do the things you say he will!  ”

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“Your number going up isn’t a problem. It’s a symbol of power, it’s supposed to go up. Yours is better than most passengers, actually, especially new ones. You should be proud of it.”

Simon had only just met Ercole, happening to bump into him on the way back from a scouting mission. A couple of the younger Apex children were there as well, but they hung back to let the second-in-command handle the situation.

       “  look,  that story is amazing and all,  but you still haven’t told me exactly where i am.  ”   oh this poor man,  not knowing of the way the public viewed this individual.   if he wasn’t getting weird stares already because of his larger size and build,  then he certainly would be now   ...

this place was beautiful to say the least,  was this one of those new high tech games?  everything looked so realistic,  to say graphics had come a long way was an understatement   ( he’d have to show felix at some point! )

       “  i’ve never exactly been here before.  and seeing as you seem to be a local,  maybe you could uh   ...   help me out a bit here?  ”