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✣ ——— “You don’t like company?” A shame really. Part of life is spending it with others. If it isn’t with loved ones it would be with friends and even with people you don’t really tolerate. This man seemed to be very blunt with his tone and it caught the rather extroverted Polnareff off guard. 

                   His regular smile sunk into a frown, pursed lips into a tight line. Trying find the next thing to tell the man. Not to sound overly preachy nor like he would be scolding him. It took him a minute to find the right words, turning to the man next to him. 

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

Risotto paused, his gaze darting between the object upon the table and Prosciutto’s hand, which had only just smacked the back of his own. He wasn’t quite angry at being stopped per se, but he’d been surprised by the vehemence behind Prosciutto’s strike.

Uncharacteristically, Risotto hadn’t looked up from the pile of papers stacked up in front of him as Proscuitto approached, sifting through the pages with a frown on his face. It was only when he saw movement in the corner of his eye, and the shadow cast over his desk by the new presence, that he looked up.

It wasn’t often that Risotto would feel such an urge arise, one that would not be satisfied by companionship alone. He reached out, placing his hand upon the back of Proscuitto’s neck. His thumb gently stroked the line of his jaw, and he leaned in to press his lips to his temple.

“You may have it.” In a facetiously gracious tone. Sure, take your pardon. Abbacchio holds Proscuitto’s gaze, though does not deign to slouch his shoulders down whatsoever to make his height advantage less noticeable. Whatever the end goal or attitude here may be, the posturing feels necessary.

Risotto pursed his lips as he regarded Proscuitto. One of his senior members, someone he trusted with his life--and someone who trusted him in turn, who had placed his life into Risotto’s hand from the moment that Risotto struck out to find the Boss’ daughter in a bid to find out the Boss’ identity. There was no guilt to be felt--his team had known the risks, and still followed him.

And yet, there was still a sense of dissatisfaction left within Risotto.