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{✘} » — Information brokers, or as he preferred to call them, professional blackmailers, were a trade that he never understood the need for. At least, not in the Vongola, anyway. Not in the kingdom where all the light touched the land and its residents seemed under the impression that the mafia was a proper place for kindness and chivalry and understanding.
But fortunately for them, where there was light, there also existed shadows, and that which lurked beneath them. And that was where the Varia dwelled, the permanent reminder that even a group of do gooders possessed a dark side-- Despite neither party being particularly pleased with such a fact.
However, it made tasks that much simpler following a certain incident with a certain boss incapacitating another underling because of a certain temper control issue.
He always had an inkling that it wasn’t that Xanxus was incapable of controlling himself, rather simply elected not to. And as a result, here the illusionist had turned up, hands in his pockets and bearing his almost characteristic air of indifference. As if it weren’t frowned upon to be associating with direct members of the main branch, lest the famiglia declare a state of emergency.
“Hm.”
Fran’s tongue clicks, pausing in stride when ever observant visage catches sight of the figure matching his given description. For a moment he’s silent, eyes dragging up and down the relative stranger before shoulders shrug and he speaks.
“I’m looking for applicants for our conveniently nonexistent lightning guardian. So, what can you give me?”
