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Basch was minding his own business, in a different restaurant than the two he had been to so far.  He hadn’t gotten the menu yet, but he had a glass of tap water, legally the bare minimum for him to stay in the restaurant.  He hadn’t really been paying much attention to the other people’s food until that American man bought that.

What the fuck was that.

With little urgency, he decided to fake a slow jog as was arriving to show his partner he wasn’t just taking his sweet time, and gave the man waiting an apologetic smile once he arrived.  “Lo siento.... sorry about that,” he chuckled, trying to keep the mood light, after all, this mission wasn’t really all that serious. No lives were on the line, no sneaking, no killing. All they had to do watch some boat with guns. That had to be pretty tough to mess up, even for someone as absentminded as Antonio.

If there was one thing Francis was known for, besides being a vampire, obviously, it was his tendency to bring food to work. Not just for himself, oh no. The chef just had to bring meals for his coworkers too. Of course, Arthur almost always received a home cooked lunch, but from time to time, Francis would surprise someone else with a free meal.

This time, it just so happened to be Alfred. 

While Feliciano was generally rather aloof and had his head in the clouds, he did pride himself in doing his job, and doing it well. So when he was told to get some general information on what the mafia was up to, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d do an excellent job. After all, spy work was his specialty! 

So here he was, out and about and on the job. He’d been tailing behind a guy he recognized to be part of the mafia for some time now, always far enough away to not be seen, tracking him with a Kite.

At least, that’s what he had been doing until the guy stopped for lunch at a pizza shop. And pizza sounded really good, so Feliciano decided hey, why not stop for a slice as well?

Arthur disliked missions ever since he had become the leader of the mafia he had served for a majority of his life. Not to say that it was always this way, since he was young at one point of his life, and the thrill of a mission had always been enough to get his blood to a pleasant roar. 

But becoming leader meant having ties to his time, and spending that time out and about doing things he could easily assign to another member who needed the experience more than he did was unpleasant, least to say.

The only reason why he was here... Well, Arthur had his eyes on him. 

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