#mafioso interaction

he knocked at the door of the cabin in which he'd found chance prior. ]

“ hah . uh , hey , chance , i need some help , ”

[ ettore shifted his weight, uncomfortable – how did he even go about asking for help about a voice? ]

[*The door immediately unlocked, Chance poked his head out cautiously. Relaxing when they saw it was only Ettore.*]

"Maf- heya! What can I do for ya?"

[ he shifted the small container of hydrogen peroxide to his free hand, knocking on the door of the pizzeria with his other. taking a small step back, he let his free hand fall back to his side. ]

something - someone? - was near. something was watching them; whether person or thing unknown, hidden, waiting. ]

‘ettore’ maneuvered through the trees, scanning for any survivors– he needed to do something of use. something to assist his goal.

sword unsheathed, he crept silently, careful not to make any noise. being loud and bashful would be impractical. ]

Ettore walked lightly, making sure not to wake Elliot up as he walked back and forth through the mansion, cleaning the different rooms.

Going through 'nd cleaning the mansion helped sort out his thoughts. what needed to be done. ]

-> The support was... Barely awake right up, his eyes lazily open and watching the massive shadow of a man move about, not really processing anything else.

Ettore roamed one of the many forests that this hellscape had to offer, sick to his stomach. After the ,conversation with Josafá, he didn't want to stay at the mansion. He didn't feel like staying inside.

His hand remained over the sheath of his sword, a simple habit that he couldn't seem to break. Not in the dreamsphere, not here. Especially not here. ]

Ettore made his way through the wooded area, trying to remember the way to the mockery of a pizza place. Everything was ,a bit fuzzier today. More blurry?

Though, it knew that the pizza place was safe when the mansion didn't feel as such .Maybe because he was around his kid ? Hard to tell . ]