“How have you been?” Luminous teeth smiled quaintly, a signature hand placed on her hip. Fayelee remembers ordering some cake pops from her shop— she hopes she has the right person, though . . .

“Do you live around here, then?” She’s a bit concerned at the others nonchalant attitude.

A sharp inhale passes through Fayelee’s teeth, a hand turned to the smaller girl. “Are you sure you want to stay around the mafiosi, Signorina . . .? Someone of your stature could be gravely hurt.”

A bit surprised, Fayelee stared at the other draped over her, strongly furrowing her eyebrows. “Are you being one-hundred percent serious?”

“I do hope for that reason as well. I’ve got a bit of a short fuse when it comes to pranks.” Cue an irate, clenched fist at her side.

“I’ve been alright— it’s good to know you’ve been doing well.” Fayelee placed a hand in front of her, soft palm facing upwards followed by a mellow, acute smile. “I remember you had served me in your shop before, but I had never gotten your name. Would you mind informing me?”

A couple fingers clench the tuft of her bangs, a moderate sigh escaping quietly. “I wasn’t aware you heard; my apologies.”

With a singular sway of her red hair, Fayelee puckered her lips, fingers nonchalantly fumbling with the silver clasp situated neatly in her hair. “Oh, Signora— forgive me. I swear I had seen you before . . . your presence is so familiar, Signora Rosaria.”

A small shadow loomed over the hem of her brows, a minuscule sigh emitting from her frame. “I see the mafia is still hiring young. What do you do, Signorina? For your job?”

“Of course I do not suggest violence,” Fayelee chuckled woefully, “that would leave an ill taste in my mouth. I saw the small ‘projectile’ speed at you from over there.” She points to the direction she spoke of, swaying her hair with a hand on her hip.

A small smile clasped onto her face. “I would agree so. I suppose you fit into the bizarre instances that happen around here.”

“That don’t look like a good object.” She’s a bit stunned. “How old are you, Signorina?”

“If it’s just a child, I’ll let them off the hook. It’s blatantly rude to throw a rock /that size/ at someone.”

[✰]: i would love to interact with a bucciarati. he’s such a sweetheart.

Fayelee extended a finger upwards, head tilting from side to side. “Well . . .” Fayelee pondered for a moment, thinking, “I wouldn’t deny it. There’s many odd events happen around here, no?”

“Possibly; I wouldn’t rule it out. Though, the chances of that are slim, they are never zero.”

“My . . .” Fayelee turned to the girl, sighing woefully. “I would have never guessed, Signorina.”

[✰]: i’ll get to my starter call soon. :))

[✰]: it do be my birthday.

[✰]: i’m having a painfully awful time trying to maintain muse for fayelee. if you’d like a small starter, like this tweet. :))