#volatilepersonality

[ really bad advice! / accepting ] @volatilepersonality

Prosciutto had led Naracia into the kitchen. Very vaguely, he had invited the youngster for a free lesson, not being specific on how related to the nature of assassination it would be. Either way, it was vital to the ongoings of La Squadra so the blond deemed it as equally important. So he began.

“Considering that so few of us can actually master this important skill, I want to teach you the art of cooking. Here.” he gestured towards the stove as he placed a saucepan on a burner, starting it and drizzled a healthy helping of olive oil on top of it. “Let’s make a simple risotto alla pescatora.”

Prosciutto procured a bag of frozen seafood, showing it for Narancia to take note. “Many will say that you must be careful about defrosting foods, but we are often without the time or hindsight to set something to defrost overnight. In fact, it is alright to defrost frozen foods in the saucepan if you are quick enough to cover it afterward,” then proceeded to dump half of the bag into the obscenely loud crackling of the saucepan, oil spilling angrily from its edges as he skillfully placing the glass lid of top. 

I TOLD YOU

“ @volatilepersonality​​ ” // things to do in october ( ☕ - go to a cozy cafe )

a flat white; his typical cafe order and fugo does nothing to note the intricate pumpkin made in milk. he takes his first sip; and the design is all but gone’s by the time fugo pulls the mug away from his lips. it’s nosier than normal, but that might have something to do with the paper bats that sweep so low from the ceiling fugo’s shoulders just barely brush past them. putting them in sway as he moves in and out of the cafe. 

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“don’t say that..” voice raised to brake a train of thought; fugo pushed his capped pen into narancia’s shoulder. “expectations or not, i don’t need you to look after anyone else but yourself.” their expected shelf-life was already so short, fugo didn’t want to spend his thinking so recklessly. 

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“do you see this? this is when i infected myself with purple haze’s virus.” fugo’s arm rolled over and his index finger drew a short line beside the inch long scar at the back of his elbow. “bruno was there with a knife and the gash eventually healed..” 

pulling at the neckline of his suit jacket fugo tapped at the scar that settled in the dip of his collarbone. “this happened on my second mission. i got into a fight with someone and they managed to break off a bit of stone and stab me with it..” fugo’s body was littered with these same similar stories; neither a mistake or a lesson. it was just a way to accept the inevitable. 

“these all happened before i met you, and as much as i tried… i couldn’t avoid them. you couldn’t either, you couldn’t help the fact that i got stabbed or i was dumb enough to be my own guinea pig...” fugo’s face twisted; any longer and his train of thought would derail..he was going somewhere with this...he had a point he was trying to make.

“yeah narancia, that would be pretty fucked up. cold blooded murder is fucked up, additionally premeditative murder would be fucked up especially considering if those were the only two people on the moon.”

fugo paused, feeling the strain in his eyes as he tried to regain his focus. he was being aptly generous thinking as hard as he was on narancia’s question. though fugo then considered the hour, and then he considered how asleep he still felt. 

❝ For the guy getting murdered I guess. Kudos to the dude with the rock though, can’t get arrested if they can’t find the body. ❞