#cernieracapo

This is for three specific people who I could not function without on this site: @suozagara​, @cernieracapo, and @perobscurxus. You guys all know who this is. Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being my ride or dies. Thank you for making me smile every single day. I am so blessed. I hope we have many years in front of us. You are all three genuine and good people, better than so many of us deserve.

“... Hey, Buccellati, it’s been kinda quiet lately. Don’t you think things feel sorta too still? Usually, you got everyone running some jobs...” If that didn’t spark a conversation, maybe it’d inspire Buccellati to put Narancia’s skills to better work! Honestly, the youth would much rather that over another worksheet.

"--You’re proving yourself to be quite a reliable man, my Bucciarati.” Diavolo’s voice came from behind the aforementioned man, quiet but powerful enough to fill the silence in the air. He had yet to emerge from the shadows, his features bathed in darkness. “Going above and beyond what is required of you. You’ve brought my daughter to me--unscathed and unharmed. And you stand there, waiting, almost as if you desire something for your service to me.”

This is the fate that awaits you, if you stand against me. Will you remain loyal? Diavolo’s words had been neatly printed upon a note, which had been tucked within the boy’s folded and stiffened hands.

"--Ah, Bruno. Wait a second.” Fugo approached his leader, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to rub at his cheek for a moment. He pulled the cloth away, the formerly clean fabric now stained with rusted and dried blood.