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how long had fugo been a spy for diavolo’s sake? since the procurement of his stand? give or take a couple of days for word to reach its higher ground. since that first day he hasn’t really garnered any complaints in going the extra mile to be a spy for diavolo. 

fugo kept his work quiet, writing small assessments and sending them off, meeting in person and bruno had yet to be the wiser to fugo’s betrayal. not that bruno has been doing anything of real concern to the boss. though bruno only made it easier for fugo to keep up with consistent reports. the teen was being paid less and less attention too since the rest of everyone’s recruitment. fugo didn’t seek out bruno’s affection like narancia did, fugo was less of a mess to deal with compared to mista. less of an interest with abbacchio around. he felt starved without ever really being hungry. 

diavolo was generous as a result of fugo’s good work, gifts, money, and one week he abandoned his strawberry earring pair; handpicked by bruno to wear a pair given to him by the boss. bruno didn’t even notice. 

when diavolo first kissed fugo on the forehead and patted him on the shoulder; he flinched. eventually the teen cared less and less about the gifts that were purchased for him and all the extra incentive money that was offered to him fugo didn’t really spend. a small grab of his hand, a pat on the shoulder or back, a kiss to the forehead, to the cheek. encouragement, appraisal, affection - that’s why he kept doing it, and he didn’t need to actively seek it out in order to receive. diavolo didn’t even have to pay him anymore.

“thanks dad.” oh fuck.

There was a sleepy smile to Penny's face as she stood there- bed head making her already poofy hair that much more gravity defying, a giant sleep shirt she could basically swim in, some lounge shorts that were awfully soft, and of course some fluffy socks. Half asleep she may be, she was not about to brave the cold wood floor with bare sleepy-warm feet.

The smile stayed on her face as her little feet carried her next to the taller man, blindly patting his hip as the other hand gestures at a small metal tin. Before she can say anything she's interrupted by a yawn, but determinedly continues to point at said tin.

"Just go 'head and hand me that one...I don't mind making it. I'm thirsty anyways." She's quick to assure him, already leaving him to collect other ingredients from the fridge, some creamer and honey- perfect for night time tea; especially with what she planned to make.

Mugs were also grabbed, making quiet 'tinks' as the ceramic met the counters surface.

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Humidity that clung to the air signaled the oncoming storm that would wash away the many footsteps taken along the streets that day, a rare sinking feeling welling within his body. He would feel like this every so often, getting a feeling like he’d lost something, or remembered something he’d lost.  Very few people made remarkable impacts on his life, he’d be damned to completely forget them. 

The sky had been clear just earlier that day, not a single cloud in the sky. So empty; so lonely.  Just like he may have truly been.  Frivolous emotions. 

“The rain doesn’t bother me.” Necalli said, feeling a few small water sprinkles hit his nose and cheeks.  “I have no ho...home, so i’ve grown used to it,” He paused as that hand lingered atop his head, his thick dreads sliding across his back as he turned his head slightly. 

“i don’t need to sleep.” fugo’s particular sleep schedule is what made him such a diligent worker. there was both a steadiness and an easiness at night while everyone but the moon was asleep, the night’s silence helped fugo’s efficiency. 

besides diavolo’s needs far outweighed his own; compared to the man at the top of all Italy sleep was a precious and important thing. it didn’t matter what a soldato needed. fugo shook the bottle of melatonin in his hand; the other held a cup of water. he wanted the boss to take it; wanting to avoid any use of the hard stuff. it was wrong of fugo to make his own personal decisions regarding the boss’ health, though he was hoping that diavolo could look past this one instance.