❝Who is being mean to my Papa?❞

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Quietly stares at @FilmNoirVisage curiously. He’s a bit nervous.

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He’s blushing badly, ❝Thank you.❞

❝Are you alright?❞ Forgive him, he’s not used to compliments.

He’s playing Rats on his guitar. Don’t mind him.

He remembers the mentor he had before Papa Francisco, A mean man who only had moments of kindness rarely. He’s sure that that man was no longer alive.

His sadness returns. Off to read He patters.

....hiccups.

. . . Goth dad. ❝Of course, sir.❞

Wheezes. ❝And you weren’t that kind to me as your brother was, sir.❞

He’s shaking. Salvatore makes him shake with fear.

❝I-I’m gonna be okay—❞ Honestly he’s not, Salvatore terrifies him because of how cruel he was.

❝My old boss doesn’t like sharing. . .❞ He whispered, gently hugging him back gently and breathing shallowly.

❝Because he dislikes that I am now loyal to his younger brother.❞ He mumbled, taking a deep breath and twitching his goat like ears. ❝Francisco has been a better boss to me.❞

❝Th-Thank you...❞ He replied shakily, moving slightly to look at the other. His eyes giving a hint he was smiling fore what looked like a mask was actually his face. ❝What’s your name?❞

❝Oh dear who let Sinatra near the toasted bagels.❞

Toots a horn.