#Team Prosciutto

[raebaekaedae]

Volume One, Episode Twelve: “Brave Face”

Series: SCWR Rating: PG-13 (Foul Language, Minor Violence, Excessive Violence Mentioned, Drugged, Death Mentioned, Themes of Self-Blame, Prominent Themes of Depression, Prominent Themes of Grief/Grieving, Prominent Themes of PTSD) Summary: (3,905 words) “It’s time for the Vytal Festival Dance! You know what that means... Teenage Drama! Haddy finds out that he has a fan, Qrow and Summer try to kick him out of the Singles Club, Robyn and Ryder managed to start a dance-off, and it seems like Monroe’s actually have a decent time! How ever will things go wrong??”

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The dance certainly wasn't what he expected. Somehow, on top of their school work, mystery missions from Ozpin-- that Qrow had accidentally spilled the beans on after Haddy found out about his criminal past-- and extracurriculars, Team STRQ managed to plan the entire event. Summer had designed everything around a gothic masquerade with Raven's help. Tai had wanted a smoke machine, so the girls managed to work it in for ambiance.

Haddy was amazed by the beautiful decorations as he walked into the room. Candelabras flickered with dim light on various, black-clothed tables that were set with finger foods and drinks. The walls were lined with black, red, and gold curtains that draped down from the ceiling where a beautiful, candle chandelier hung. Balloons of the same colors bopped around in the mist near the floor as the dance music thumped. There was a black, velvet carpet leading from the door up to a podium where Qrow stood, greeting guests with his onyx, victorian coat and feathered bird mask.

As he approached, the masked host widened his arms and said, "Haddy! Cutting it a little close, aren't you?"

The husky laughed as he stood in front of the podium, "I had to finish my mask."

He wasn't wearing anything too flashy. When he left Mantle, he'd managed to bring some of his clothes, including a dark one-piece suit and bowtie that he wore on special occasions. With the base of his costume down, he crafted a simple, black, Venetian mask with silver, wing-tipped eyes and trim. He spent some extra lien to get a thick, gray ribbon that slightly shimmered for the tie.

Qrow whistled lowly as Haddy did a little spin. The victorian host smiled, "Looks sweet, man!" He paused before he added, "You're the last person to arrive, which means that I can finally get away from this podium!"

As the crow-haired teen stepped out from behind his post, he extended an arm for his best friend to loop his hand into so they could walk together. Haddy laughed as he rested his palm into the crook of Qrow's elbow, and the pair entered the fray of the party.

The center of the room had been cleared for space to dance in the ambiently lit, ankle-deep fog. Dozens of students from all four kingdoms conversed and partied in a sea of suits, dresses, and masks. It was hard to get a read on anyone, but the overall atmosphere was jovial and fun.

The pair took up spots near one of the juice bars. The regal dance music changed to an upbeat pop as Haddy withdrew his hand and poured two drinks for himself and Qrow. When he turned back to return to his dark-haired friend, he was instead met with the small figure of a girl. She was looking up at him, amazed.

Her cerulean hair was styled into a pixie cut. A pair of floppy, dog ears sprouted from her glittery, crown-like mask as she stared up at him with those baby blues. Her dress was a dark shade of that same blue and was strapless. The skirt portion was cut short and frilled out with a sparkling, transparent fabric over top of a gradienting layer, and it was held up with a thin, silver belt that was tied into a looping bow. She had to be a first-year, given her tiny stature.

Haddy took a half-step back, after almost knocking into the younger girl when he turned around. Embarrassed, he chuckled, "Whoops! Sorry! I didn't see you there."

When she didn't do anything but awe at him, he felt a bead of sweat forming on his temple. He awkwardly continued, "Uh... Sorry, again... I'm--"

"Hadrian Snow..." she cut in, almost breathlessly.

He took another half-step back as his tail brushed up to the drink table. He drew out, "Riiiiight... and you are...?"

She replied with starstruck eyes, "Blue, sir... Bella Blue..."

"Sir?" He asked with a raised brow beneath his mask.

When she didn't respond, he slowly nodded as he side-stepped around the table, saying, "Well. It was nice meeting you, Blue..."

Haddy backed up a few paces with the drinks in his hand. Once he was a couple steps away, he nodded to the strange girl before turning on his heel and hurrying back to Qrow. Summer had joined him with a punch of her own and a simple white dress with a red underside, much like her cloak. The pair of dark-haired teens joked as the husky joined them, looking over his shoulder to see the faunus girl in blue gone.

"What took you so long?" Qrow asked with a smile, taking one of the drinks.

The husky rubbed the back of his head, still looking for the girl, as he replied, "There was just this... weird girl. I dunno..."

The crow-haired host raised a brow beneath his feathers and remarked, "Ooh? You looking for a date?"

Haddy deadpanned over to him, causing both him and Summer to laugh. He rolled his eyes as he replied, "Oh ha ha..." he paused, giving the room one last once over before he continued, "You know I couldn't get a date, even if I tried."

Qrow threw his arms over both Summer's and Hadrian's shoulders, almost spilling his drink as he laughed, "Single Solidarity!"

The trio chuckled as the host pulled back and extended his cup out in front of him. Both Summer and Haddy clinked their glasses to his as they celebrated their datelessness. As the night went on, they stuck together, watching the other students dance while they joked around about the absurdities of the entire dance.

There was some shouting, which drew the husky's attention. He easily spotted the hulking figure of Ryder in his deep yellow blazer with dark brown patches on the elbows. He was wearing a jester's mask as he danced like an idiot. Beside him, Haddy caught a glimpse of red, guessing it was Robyn, with her own mask adorned with flowers. The pair had a small circle cheering them on as their laughter danced through the air. He was pretty sure he saw Professor Cray's signature pink locks shouting from the sidelines. Somehow, they'd started a dance-off. The R's laughed at one another, and he was happy that they'd come together.

But that was when Haddy's wandering eyes found themselves on a break in the crowd. His heart skipped a beat as he found himself staring at the back of a girl across the room. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun wrapped up with a braid. Her teal dress was backless, her chest covered up with a high neckline that wrapped around her throat. The skirt of her dress was rippled, cut shorter in the front to show off the pale water texture dancing on the underside of the fabric. In her hand, she held a stick that was connected to a light blue, lace Venetian mask with white rhinestones over the lashes.

As she turned, continuing with her conversation with some random student, the mask lowered, revealing her beautiful brown eyes; so full of joy with a childlike twinkle. The lines of her cheeks turned into the first genuine smile since they'd met... slightly cocked and showing off her dimples... The smell of fresh rain filled his nose...

Monroe...

He jumped when Qrow waved his hand in front of his face, saying, "Remnant to Haddy? Do you read?"

"What?" he exclaimed, hoping that his cheeks just felt hot or that his blush was-- at the very least-- hidden beneath his mask.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice his rapidly wagging tail. Qrow smirked, elbowing him as he goaded, "See something you like?"

Now he knew he was blushing. He reached back and held his tail straight. Qrow and Summer laughed as he tried to form words and couldn't.

Their female companion, all-knowing as ever, smiled, "Y'know, Cadie doesn't have a drink."

"Cade, huh?" Qrow smirked, poking his best friend's ribs.

The husky batted his hands away as the bright blush spread beneath his mask. He scoffed, "She just looks pretty tonight, okay. I've never seen her in anything other than pajamas, her uniform, or her pirate costume!"

Summer smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder as she asked, "It's okay, Haddy."

"You sure that's the only reason?" Qrow smirked.

Haddy pouted at the pair before he sighed, "She just looks so..." he paused, finding the right word as he turned to look at Monroe again, "... happy."

She was wearing similar makeup to her normal attire, with a lighter turquoise lipstick and pearlescent pink blush. The bangs of her hair were pulled to the side and curled to reveal all her features. A beautiful silver necklace with a matching compass rose rested against the front of her chest. She wore dangling earrings of varying lengths of silver chains. He could see Leo's emblem peeking out from inside her ears. She was wearing his comms to keep out the distractions of the party.

When she smiled and laughed again, he felt his heart jump to his throat. He silently wished that he had been the one making the jokes she enjoyed so much. His face suddenly felt like it was on fire as he looked away and forced his drink up to his lips as a distraction. As he turned his gaze away to turn to Qrow and Summer, he found them staring at him with slack jaws and eyes as big as saucers.

"Oh my Gods..." his best friend managed to push out, "You got it bad."

As if his face wasn't red enough already.

Quickly Summer turned around and poured another cup of punch before she pushed it into Hadrian's empty hand. As he was realizing what she was doing, Summer had already turned him around and pushed him out onto the dance floor towards Monroe. He whipped his head around to see both her and Qrow giving him the biggest shit-eating grins and silent encouragement.

He silently cursed them as he turned back towards the blonde. With a confidence-boosting deep breath, he willed his legs to walk forward. There were ten-thousand things rushing through his head, none of them coherent. He was about halfway to her when the music died down and the sound of a mic turning on gathered the attention of the dancing students.

Everyone's eyes turned up to the raised portion of the stage where Headmaster Ozpin was standing in a dim spotlight. He spoke, "Welcome, students from all kingdoms. Today we stand together... united...

"... Mistral... Atlas... Vacuo... Vale..." he continued, "Together we are stronger than any force that would try to force our defeat. This year's Vytal festival, however, will be a few students less than years past. We would like to dedicate this moment to honor those who gave their lives for others..."

A screen behind the professor softly illuminated, displaying the picture of a smiling face on it. Staring down at him was Peri Vasilikós. He was wearing his Beacon uniform and a pearly, white smile on his face. His royal purple hair was waved and pushed back to reveal his silvered eyes, shining with hope and passion.

The pictures of the late leader from Prosciutto's hideaway suddenly came rushing back to him. The one with just him and Monroe most prevalent, their cheeks brushing against one another. What did he think he was doing? Clearly the two were close, and here he was trying to take that away from her. He mentally slapped himself in the face as he pushed down his own heartbreak, surprised that the spur-of-the-moment decision had affected him so much.

"Pericles Vasilikós," Professor Ozpin said in his calm monotone, "Known as Peri to his friends. He is survived by his teammates; Cascade Monroe, Robyn Wyndham, and Ryder Flaxen."

For a brief moment, Haddy thought that would be it. That he wouldn't have to put on a brave facade and face truths that he had been lying to himself about for months. He had already turned his head to start his walk back to Qrow and Summer when he heard Ozpin's voice again.

"Ollie Ombre."

Hadrian felt his blood run cold. He froze, his joints locked and stiff. A cold sweat started rolling over his body as he let out a shaky breath. Against his better judgment, he turned his eyes back to the screen. The drinks hit the floor before he even had time to register that he'd loosened his grip.

A farm girl stared back at him and the smell of fresh hay filled his memory.

She had hair as red as Robyn's that gradually tapered into a pink and was secured in two, braided pigtails that rested on her shoulders and chest. Her nose was upturned at the end and covered in freckles. One of her collie ears was flopped over while the other stood at attention. Her cerulean eyes bore into him.

In a flash, Haddy saw her. She had just barely managed to push Bēju out of the way. She was laying face down in the crimson snow. The stench of blood tore at his nostrils. Her overalls and plaid shirt were torn with thick claw marks, leaving her skin and spine broken into pieces. Her chest heaved out one last, broken exhale before stilling. The rope of her pitchfork weapon was frayed and torn, just like her body; one half still in her grasp.

Ozpin's voice brought him back to the present.

"Tadashi Bēju."

Beside her-- as always-- the tanned skin of Bēju was stark against his platinum blond hair, shaved on the sides and short on top where it was swept back. The distinct mix of shoe polish and earthy smells mixing resurfaced in Hadrian's mind. He didn't smile often, and school picture day was no exception. His dark eyes were narrowed on the crowd as an air of seriousness waved off him. Those black eyes were digging into him.

He was standing over her, one arm already broken, and bleeding from a large gash in his head. He had tears streaming down his cheeks as a scream of rage tore through the howling wind. Suddenly, two of the grimm were on top of him, clawing into his chest. He stabbed into them with his one good katar, but it was futile. His dark eyes glazed slowly as he suffered, neck lolling to the side lifelessly.

He felt like everyone was staring at him, judging him. His chest heaved and cracked as tears threatened to run down his face. Thousands of guilty thoughts he'd done so well to hide beneath lies that he'd begun to believe himself screamed at him so loud he almost didn't hear.

"Leon Onyx."

Leo had always looked so happy. That happiness that he'd craved from Monroe bit at him as his brother's blue eyes stared down at him. He was smiling to hide how just how anxious he was. His hair was shorter than Haddy's and pushed back on his head, secured with a clip. His canine ears were laying flat on his head, a nod to his nervousness about attending the elite school. He had always smelled so happy, like freshly baked caramel on a cold day.

That was when he heard Leo's scream. He'd watched his two best friends die in front of him. Out of desperation, he drew Sled into its picks and charged the Alpha. He jumped at it, angry tears streaking through the hail and wind. It caught him by his face, muffling his screams as it drew its maw to his throat and shook him like a ragdoll... until he was still and silent. When it dropped him as if he were nothing, Haddy couldn't tear his teary eyes away from the horribly bent angle of his brother's bloody and open neck.

"They are survived by their leader, and brother; Hadrian Snow."

He was pushing through the crowd before his mind had any more time to register the Memoriam. He threw students and teachers alike to the side. He didn't care. He had to escape their eyes. There were shouts for him to stop, but he refused. He threw open the doors to the dance and jumped into the chilly night air. He didn't stop, activating his semblance and doing the one thing he was good at; leaving everyone behind.

Hot tears rolled down his face, catching on the brim of his mask before flowing over. He couldn't stop himself as his legs propelled him into the starless night. He hiccuped and sobbed, unable to catch his breath until he came to a skidding halt at the edge of the Academy. He looked over into the somber, moonlit city of Vale.

Before he could stop himself, his knees gave out. He was sitting on his butt, hugging his legs as he just sobbed. He was alone. No matter how hard he tried to stop himself, he couldn't silence his howling cries. The faces of his team glared down at him from the stars, tear-stained and bloody. He wanted nothing more than to give his life for theirs. He wasn't like Peri, he didn't die for his team; they died for him.

"Hadrian?"

For just a moment, he thought they had called down to him. But as he whimpered at the sound of the soft voice behind him, he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his snotty face into his arms.

After a moment, Monroe gently put a hand on his slumped shoulder. She sat down beside him, hanging her legs off the edge of the floating school courtyard. He refused to look up as Robyn rubbed soft circles into his back with her thumb, sitting down on his other side. Even Ryder was gentle with him as a calloused hand came to lightly rest in Hadrian's black hair, tenderly smoothing it.

"If I'm being honest..." the blonde said after a moment, examining the mask in her hand, "I'm... sad. Depressed, really, I think is the better word... I miss Peri more than anything in the world, and I'm scared that I can't be the leader he was. He was everything to me, and I can't even imagine living without him, so now that he's gone... I just don't know what to do with myself..." Gently, she let the mask slip from her grasp, letting it fall away to the streets below.

Haddy sniffled, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he looked up into her chocolate eyes. She was crying. Her beautiful make-up ran down her cheeks in dyed rivers as she somberly smiled, looking out into the night.

Robyn was next as she loosened her mask, pulling it from her face as she chuckled, "I hide my sadness behind witty one-liners and jokes, because if he were still here, I know he'd be trying to make me feel better by doing the same. He was a great guy like that. Even though he was the one who got killed, he'd be trying to make us feel better..." She clutched her mask tightly before tossing it as far as she could.

"I'm angry," Ryder said solemnly, taking off his own mask, "We all 're hidin' our feelin's b'cause we don' wanna drag tha oth'rs down. I'm angry, 'cause 'e died f'r no reason... 'e died 'cause some bitch want'd 'im to." He sighed, letting the mask fall towards Vale.

They didn't look at him with expectations or prying eyes. Together, they all sat, watching the broken moon rise over the dark sky. Monroe and Haddy continued to quietly cry deep into the night. After a while, he finally wept himself into exhaustion and his tears dried on his cheeks.

As midnight came and went, he tugged the silver ribbon of his mask loose and held it in his hands. He whispered, his voice too hoarse from sobbing to be any louder, "I'm... guilty...

"I tried so hard to be the best I could for them, but it didn't matter. When we came to face a real challenge, I faltered... and they paid the price... even my mom won't talk to me. Leo and I wouldn't have been there if I hadn't pushed so hard for us to become Huntsmen... just to be like a man who abandoned us.

"I wish I could take it all back... I wish I never lied to you guys or myself... I wish I never took that stupid mission... I wish I never pushed them to go the extra two miles... but, they wouldn't want me to say that... we saved so many lives with that cure. I'd like to think they'd be proud of me for carrying on and trying to get my License... but, what do I know..."

Robyn leaned her head over on his shoulder as he finished. She sadly smiled, "Haddy... we knew the whole time."

"You did?" He asked, too exhausted to be bewildered, looking down at her.

She nodded, "Ozpin told us everything, just like he told you about what happened with Peri. We wanted you to be ready before you told us, so we didn't bring it up."

Hadrian wiped his cheeks with his suit sleeve, which was absolutely drenched with tears. After a minute, he sighed, "I feel like I cheated you guys out of the dance..."

"Eh..." the blonde shrugged, "I wasn't having that great of a time anyway."

He knew she was lying, and he thought she knew that he did as well. Haddy smiled and leaned his shoulder into hers, and surprisingly enough, she leaned back. He looked down at the mask he'd so painstakingly crafted for himself, before he tossed it over the edge of the abyss. A gentle breeze took the silver ribbon and guided it out of sight.

They stayed there for a few more moments before Ryder took off his blazer and wrapped it around Robyn, who was shivering in the autumnal air. She smiled up at him through chittering teeth. The blonde chuckled as Haddy nudged the redhead with his knee. Monroe was also shaking, so Haddy pulled off his jacket and extended it out to her. Cade smiled when she took it.

"C'mon," the husky said, motioning for his friends to get up with him, "Let's go back inside."

Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the noise dampeners Hadrian had given her, maybe it was the sense of peace she had on campus, but Monroe didn't hear the cocking of the gun until it was too late. Her eyes widened as she turned in slow motion, arm half in the husky's jacket as she raised it to block him. He was already standing and turned towards the sound.

The hairs on the back of his tail were raised as a low growl echoed in his chest. He didn't like people pointing guns at him or his friends. In the short instant he had, he charged his aura, readying for a fight as he knelt in front of Robyn and Ryder as a shield. He knew Monroe would sense the danger.

There was an explosion of gunpowder and then there was a dart sticking out of his bicep. He looked down in disbelief. It should have bounced right off his aura, but it sunk deep into his arm. Before he could figure out what happened, the serum plunged into his veins and he felt light. His mind spun around as his knees fell out from beneath him.

Suddenly he was falling as the world around him darkened. He watched as his friends moved further down his vision as he tumbled over the edge of the school and hurtled towards the city of Vale. The only thing left was the smell of Monroe's makeup lingering in his nose and her echoing screams for him.

[inkedpawsss]

click for better quality 💥

light sketch that only took me what? FORTY HOURS

guys the amount of detail that i put into the most random stuff JUST for the fans of that character??

[kujainvidiata]

💝 🍫Happy Valentine’s Day 🍫💝

💖 Who will be your Valentine? Take a screenshot 📸 and find out! ⤵️⤵️

⚠️Content warning!! Flashing Image ⚠️

BONUS: Risotto V-Card with bad iron joke

[coochellati]

Golden Wind: Full House

(Araki should make this real)

[sreberkot]

I like to think of them as big family with cute shenanigans

[rae-pss]

What if both Bruno gang and La squadra's meeting their respective future s/o when they first caught them singing in the train unknowing that they're there cause both were wearing headphones and listening on bluetooth. Especially it's this song

https://www.youtube.com/watchv=Wtj8QivyBJo&list=PLxA687tYuMWhsrnL8cdA6tfYDew6rZrOt&index=21

— RAE'S NOTE; the song is barbie dreams by fifty fifty in case anyone is wondering it. i don't think if i've understood it to its fullest, but let's say, reader is on a train singing that song and that's the first time la squadra/bucci gang member meet them.

they know the song, either because of the movie or because they like the artists, and they'd sing it with you maybe at a low or higher level.

—mista, narancia, gelato, formaggio

they look at you with interest but don't do much else. may lock eyes with you once and gift you a small smile.

—bruno, giorno, trish

they are somewhat bothered by the sound of your singing voice, they would prefer you to be quiet.

—prosciutto, abbacchio, illuso, ghiaccio, sorbet

they hear your voice sing the song unknown to them, they don't look at you but they are listening intrigued.

—melone, risotto, gelato, fugo, formaggio, pesci

turn up the volume on his headphones

—abbacchio

[saltysunflowersugar]

I decided to assign each mercenary from Twam Fortress 2 a corresponding member of LA Squadra, since they're both groups of 9 mercenaries who each have distinct personalities. This proved a lot harder than I initially thought, PLEASE give me suggestions, I don't even know what I want to make out of this, I think I just want this list to be completed

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

BUONGIORNO/BUONA SERA.

Ho una richiesta ma questa è serie (non come tu sai quale HAAHAHAH)

Chi tra la squadra preferisce il cioccolato al latte, cioccolato fondente, cioccolato bianco, cioccolato extrafondente etc?

Amoooo, nel mentre che faccio pulizia nell'askbox ti rispondo 💜💜👀👀

( tvb and to all you lovelies i now accept anonymous asks )

La Squadra's fave chocolate type 🍫🍫

Risotto ✂️: extra dark chocolate, and as our beloved capo would say " Amaro come la vita " ( as bitter as life )

Prosciutto 🍖 : cioccolato di modica; as a proud sicilian he can't but be fond of the traditional chocolate they make in Modica! A decadent delicacy...just like him~

Formaggio 🧀: milk chocolate; this man has the taste buds of a child when it comes to sweets, so give him some ovetti kinder and he is happy lol 🤣

Illuso 🔎: cioccolato gianduia; not really into chocolate but if it's balanced with the toasty aroma of hazelnuts. His palate is as picky as him, and will bully you for your own preferences ( sto str*nzo )

Melone 🍈: chilli chocolate; more than the taste he likes the sensation it leaves on it's tongue ( lil weirdo) and of course he uses this type of chocolate to seduce his next target, watch out ladies cause purple boy here likes it spicy~

Ghiaccio 🧊: doesn't like chocolate; sorry but our favourite vicentino is very picky and selective so chocolate doesn't even have a spot in his top 20 foods 😅 he will give it to you if he happen to have some, just cause then you'll have to return the favor

Pesci 🐟: white chocolate; pesci could literally eat sugar straight out of the jar and still say is too bitter 😅 but because of this he is the only one that enjoy the marvelous, delicious, amazing white chocolate like the literate fella he is 😌

( whoever says the contrary, LIARS )

[diovstheworld]

La Squadra and Self Care

this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long so it’s time to finally post lmaooo. self care, hygiene, what they smell like, how they relax. a whole bunch of stuff. honestly they’re more just like personal life headcanons for the boys but oh wellll. enjoy! also i’m working on requests and stuff, i’m just so busy with class work and some things going on in my personal life i’m sorry </3

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Illuso:

self care king honestly

in terms of hygiene, this guy showers twice a day, three times if hes around or has the time

face mask before bed every second night and has a morning and evening skincare routine

often likes to reward himself at the end of the week with a nice bath surrounded by some scented candles. this is his favourite way to relax

has a very strict sleep schedule. if you wake him up before 8am and it’s not important, he will fight you lmao

his hair is of most importance so takes great care of it. he washes it very regularly and loves to brush it until it’s silky smooth

he will not leave the house with any knots in his hair. for this reason, he takes a hairbrush with him in case he has to brush it whilst gone

he smells like his shampoo tbh. like some sort of floral scented shampoo

he’s always making use of body sprays and colognes too. normally also floral scented

to relax, aside from a nice bath, he likes to sit down and read people’s horoscopes. he probably keeps some sort of horoscope journal so he likes to fill that out too

sometimes he’ll play video games with formaggio and some of the other guys

Formaggio:

honestly i can’t unsee that one part where he doesn’t wash his hands after going to the bathroom so this man is…questionable with his hygiene

showers when he remembers or can be bothered

applies way too much deodorant and probably reeks of lynx africa

that being said, he probably puts on cologne sometimes

he doesn’t have a routine to be honest. just a shower and deodorant and he’s probably good to go. cologne if he remembers it or the situation requires it

illuso and proscuitto have probably tried to persuade him to do face masks and skin care routines with them but he always tells them it’s a waste of time lmao

people buy him fancy shower gels and stuff for christmas and he doesn’t take the hint. he continues to use the lynx africa shower gel that came in a set with his deodorant

all jokes aside i think he would shower when he knows he’s unclean or personally feels unclean

always taking breaks for his mental state, most likely playing video games. it’s his escape. he enjoys playing them with ghiaccio and melone

he often stays up late doing so but this man will ALWAYS catch up on his sleep lmaooo. he’ll probably be napping at the worst possible times due to a messed up sleep schedule

also likes to relax by crocheting little hats for his cat <3

also uses 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash (nothing wrong with it btw, i just definitely see him using it)

Prosciutto:

has amazing self care, this man definitely has a big self care routine (partly because he’s worried grateful dead will have a negative effect on his appearance)

definitely showers every day, maybe even twice a day

i think he would use a bit of hair products like spray or gel so i think he’d be the kind of guy who washes his hair everyday otherwise it’s gonna be really clogged up there with all that hair product lmaooo. sometimes just simply washes it with water, other times he’s using shampoo and conditioner

also uses a lot of cologne. never leaves the house without it. he’d rather be caught dead than not have on his favourite scent

speaking of what he smells like, i haven’t smelled many men’s cologne, but i do know i love the smell of tom ford noir and i can picture him wearing this

also leaning into the whole what he smells like thing, he probably has a faint whiff of tobacco from him. it lingers on his clothes but not in a pungent, unpleasant way. it’s more comforting and has become part of his natural scent alongside his cologne :) he makes sure he doesn’t reek of cigarettes

he probably has a lot of colognes (probably gets them as birthday and christmas gifts when no one knows what else to get him). he also probably has a lot of skin care items

speaking of skin care, he definitely has a routine he does every morning and night for sure. he hates it when his skin starts to feel rough in the slightest. also shaves often for this reason. he hates the feeling of hair on his face

will take time for himself by stepping away and going to read, he’ll probably do a face mask while doing so lmao

on the whole sleep schedule thing, this man goes to bed at 11pm. maybe 10:30pm if he’s extra sleepy. he’ll only stay up late if a job requires it

not exactly self care but i just wanted to include the headcanon that pros carries a tiny little foldaway comb in his suit jacket pocket at all times

i also think he’s the kind of guy who sings in the shower lmaooo. he likes to sing heart of glass by blondie (i’m going to make a post on my music headcanons for la squadra but it’s gonna be a little messy and all over the place in terms of what i think the guys would listen to sooo that post might be a while away lmaooo)

Risotto:

just like prosciutto and illuso, he has his own morning routine. doesn’t have a skin care routine per se but he definitely uses face creams and such when he remembers or has the time

also a man who showers daily

he doesn’t bother too much about his hair unlike pros and illuso since his hair is kept under his hat anyway

that being said, he does wash it regularly. he gets irritated when he knows it feels unclean

he mostly relaxes by reading and listening to music. he also likes crime novels but often finds them rather cliche and can work out everything before the end of the book

also listens to music a lot while doing things like paperwork or other activities that don’t require him listening to his surroundings. music is a big comfort for risotto for sure

i feel like he often struggles to sleep so he often uses sounds he finds relaxing to get to sleep (mostly rainforest noises)

i have a shower song for risotto too unfortunately and it’s pour some sugar on me by def leppard :,)

i think he’s definitely got the cleanliness part nailed down but he’s not so good at relaxing since he’s always so busy so he’s probably not the best at self care

he’s always getting lectured by the other guys to take a break and take some time to himself for a while because honestly, he often forgets to take any time for himself

Ghiaccio:

firstly, he definitely relaxes by playing video games and reading comic books. he loved to escape in stuff like that

i also feel like he relaxes by cleaning for some reason. like, he finds it very satisfying and calming to clean up his room while he listens to some music in his headphones and blocks out the shenanigans of all the other guys lmaooo

as for his levels of cleanliness, i can see him being a very clean man in all aspects

just like pros and illuso, he showers at least twice a day. however, unlike pros and illuso, he probably uses like a 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash. i can imagine him wondering (more like ranting) about why you would buy two individual products for more money when you can have the two products in one and save money

despite melone's efforts to try and change ghiaccio's ways, ghiaccio does not have a facial care routine in terms of things like moisturizers

he does, however, take care of his skin more now than he ever did due to constant outbreaks of spots so i can definitely see him at least using some sort of fancy face wash, even if he does refuse to do any other parts of a skincare routine

Pesci:

first of all, this boy likes watching slime videos to relax. he finds the noises very relaxing!

also likes to watch tik toks to take a break from the world

just like his big bro, he has a very good self care routine! he has a very similar one in fact

has a skin care routine and normally follows alongside prosciutto to make sure he’s doing it right

sometimes joins in the face masks

also he smells of apple shampoo! the smell is very comforting to him <3

other ways he likes to relax is by doodling. he’s not necessarily great at art but doing little doodles makes him happy. i totally think he would have his own OCs for the different media he consumes (he’s just like me fr)

also likes to read to relax! he often reads comic books and gets a lot of recommendations from ghiaccio and borrows them from him often

if he can’t fall asleep on his own, he sometimes goes to formaggio or ghiaccio’s room and falls asleep watching them play their video games

but for the most part he has a strict bedtime set for himself to ensure he gets the sleep he needs

Melone:

loves getting his nails done

also likes doing other peoples nails to help them relax too

just like prosciutto and illuso, this guy also has a good self care routine in terms of skin care and hygiene

also part of the face mask gang. i can imagine melone, illuso and prosciutto have a little self care night doing each others nails and doing face masks and having a good little gossip

part of the night owl gang. he stays up late often playing games with formaggio and ghiaccio though he probably is the first one to cave in and go to bed

again, i think he would like to read. he definitely has a stack of books at his bedside that he’s desperately trying to get through when he has the time

i think he would also have a floral scent to him. illuso often accuses of stealing his shampoo or body sprays because the smell is so similar

very sensitive to light when he’s trying to sleep. even the tiniest little bit of light sneaking through the curtains will disturb him so he sleeps with an eye mask over his eyes

Sorbet and Gelato

as per usual, i don’t have many headcanons for these guys but whatever they do, fully expect them to be joined at the hip

i mean they’re brushing their teeth in the bathroom together, they’re doing their skincare routines in sync

they shower separately but they do enjoy having baths together. in fact, this is probably their ideal way to relax

they definitely like to paint each other’s nails too when they have the time. the second any one of them has a chip in the polish, they’re taking it off and redoing it for sure

they also like to snuggle up on the sofa together with a blanket sharing the same book as they read together <3

[oddverse]

This is just their dynamic to me

[cloverque]

paper heart (prosciutto)

synopsis: when a mysterious flower is found among the members of passione, you are deployed on a mission to investigate its origin. as a member of the elite escort team- and as one of giorno’s confidants- he pairs you up with a member of the hitman team: prosciutto. the suspect is a scheming diplomat, and the two of you must work together to solve this mystery. your deadline is within 250 days, and aboard a world touring cruise, the two of you must pretend to be a married couple aboard and assimilate into the suspect's circle. to make matters worse, the greatest trial may not be unearthing the flower's origins, but of love.

a multi-chapter series, a vento aureo spin off

minors do not read, please! gorey depictions, lore-heavy, reader's traits are heavily inspired by my oc, draws connection to purple haze feedback and other works of fiction

masterlist.

prologue

ch 1: panic at the gala

ch 2: the wolf and its flower

[raebaekaedae]

Volume One, Episode Ten: “Wyndham”

Series: SCWR Rating: PG-13 (Minor Violence?, Subtle Themes, Death Mentioned) Summary: (3,228 words) “With the gang stuck up at Beacon, tensions are running a little high. Without an outlet, Robyn’s chaotic energy has her teammates at the ends of their ropes! There’s only one solution, but with more and more things ending up broken... it’ll be a miracle if he gets there in time.”

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Being stuck up at Beacon had its toll on everyone, but Robyn the most. Somehow, she'd managed to convince Professor Cray to accompany her to Forever Fall Forest just so that she could frolic in the fresh air for an hour or two. When they got back, Mr. Cray's pink hair was adorned with a flower crown featuring all the colors of the rainbow, cluing the rest of Robyn's team into his motivations.

She'd been spending most of her days bouncing from place-to-place trying to keep herself occupied. On the days that Haddy didn't have work, she'd drag him down to the library to play board games with Monroe and Ryder or to the training room to get in a workout after class. However, only five days into their punishment, she was literally bouncing off the walls using her semblance.

With teams from the other schools due to arrive any day now, Monroe authorized Ryder to take drastic measures. Robyn had already landed on Haddy's tail during one of her jaunts, broken the ceiling light, and knocked over an entire bookcase. The trio were huddled into Hadrian's bay window bed with Ryder's mattress as a forward shield and the husky's on top.

As another loud crash echoed through the dorm and something large bounced off their makeshift shelter, Monroe had to shout to be heard, "How much longer until our back-up gets here!?"

A strong gust of wind threatened to tear the mattresses out of Ryder's grip as he frantically replied, "'E land'd 'alf an 'our ago! 'E should b' 'ere!"

"We can't hold out much longer!" she exclaimed as a sharp breeze broke through their defenses and tore off her hat.

The crazed cackling of a madwoman rang out through the howling wind as they felt several pelting thuds into their fortress, "COME OUT AND FIGHT ME, COWARDS! NO ONE CAN TAKE ME DOWN! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I'm gonna make a break for the door!" Haddy said with feigned confidence.

Ryder grabbed his shoulder as he had started to turn, calling, "No! 'S too dang'rous!"

The husky smiled, putting his hand over Ryder's as he said, "If I make it, I'll find some way to send help. And if I don't... tell my story."

Monroe held up a salute with a tear in her eye as she replied, "Godspeed, soldier."

As his black hair was whipped around in his face, he returned the salute. Haddy scooted to the edge of the mattress and waited until the next barrage came to a halt. He ducked and rolled out of the shelter. The room was a disaster. Books were strewn around the floor. Allegheny was sticking out of Ryder's bed foundation, three broken boards shooting out of it. All of Monroe's clothes were crumpled and thrown around, some still floating in the whipping winds. Peri's corner of the room was untouched by the chaos, of course.

That was when he saw the madwoman herself. She was hovering in the air above her bed, arms laxly raised to her sides, conjuring the whirlwinds keeping her aloft. Her entire stuffed animal collection was twisting around her, giving off the illusion that they were holding her towards the sky. Her hair was even messier than normal as a wicked grin crossed her face.

"Hadrian Snow!" she cackled down at him, "You've made a fatal error by entering my domain!"

The husky stood tall, bringing a closed fist up in front of his chest stoically, "Your reign of terror is at an end, Wyndham! We've discovered your weakness!"

"Foolish mortal! I have no weakness!" she laughed maniacally, "Unlike you!"

With their witty banter at an end, Haddy took a sprinting bound towards the door as he activated his semblance. Robyn moved her arm in his direction, throwing a line of plush projectiles towards him. He nimbly dodged the moving barrage, sliding around and cartwheeling to safety. Just as his hand was about to reach the doorknob, he felt one of his legs being pulled out from under him.

Suddenly, he was dangling upside down in a tunnel of wind. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free! Robyn hovered in front of Monroe's and Ryder's makeshift shelter. With a flick of her wrist, the mattresses went flying off in a gust of wind, leaving the pair underneath grabbing onto each other as they watched on helplessly.

"Now, you'll see what happens to those who oppose me!" The redhead cackled, raising her other arm.

A large bundle of stuffed animals the size of a Boarbatusk hovered next to her in its own whirlwind. Haddy's eyes went wide as Robyn smirked and moved her arm towards him, sending the plush pile hurtling towards him!

"Nooooo!" Ryder yelled as he extended an arm towards him. Monroe held him back and a single, dramatic tear ran down her cheek.

The husky squeezed his eyes shut just before the dorm room door flew open. He looked down just in time to see a blur of crimson rush to block the attack and shield him with its body. The stuffed orb was deflected from behind the figure's back by the large face of a broadsword with a pale yellow blade and block at the tip that matched the guard. Haddy's keen nose immediately smelled cream and sugar.

Everyone stilled as the figure stood up straight, his back still towards Robyn and her captives. He was built like a solid wall and nearly as tall as Ryder. From under the crimson hood, Haddy watched as the man smirked. In one swift movement, he unlatched the cape-like cloak, letting it fall from his shoulders with a flourish. A pair of dark tan wings spread from his back as his light blue, curly hair danced in the wind with charm.

He grinned, as the team stared in awe, before he half-turned his head to look back at Robyn, saying, "Did someone call for a Huntsman?"

"FYNCH!" The redhead squealed.

The winged Huntsman smiled a toothy grin as he turned around with wide arms towards his little sister. His sword hit the ground and stood up on its block, teetering slightly before it settled. Robyn immediately released all the whirlwinds, unintentionally dropping Haddy to the floor in a crumpled mess on his head. With a happy laugh, she summoned up her biggest gust yet and flung herself at Fynch. When he caught her in his arms, he hardly even moved.

He smiled sweetly, "Hey, Chickadee."

As the pair of siblings laughed, Monroe grabbed her hat and breathed, "Thank the Brothers..."

"What are you doing here!? I thought you were only coming in for the tournament!" Robyn asked, punching his shoulder as she sat in his arms.

He chuckled and motioned back at Ryder with his head as he answered, "Ryde sent me a text saying that you were being a menace! So I had to come to the rescue!"

"Ow..." Hadrian groaned, still upside on his shoulders.

"Oh my gosh!" The redhead exclaimed, climbing down out of her brother's grasp and rushing to his aid, "I'm so sorry, Haddy!"

As she helped him into a kneeling position, he rubbed his sore neck and couldn't help but stare at the prominent wings on Fynch's back. He turned to her and whispered, "You never told me that your brother was a faunus!"

She laughed as she helped him up. Fynch followed suit with a chuckle of his own, and an explanation, "Me and Pops are the only two faunus in the Wyndham flock." The feathered faunus extended a hand down to his husky counterpart and added, "Fynch Jr. It's a pleasure."

He took his hand and shook it, introducing himself, "Oh, uh, I'm Haddy. Hadrian Snow."

Fynch smiled, "I know. Robs talks about you a lot when she writes and texts."

A light blush danced across Hadrian's cheeks as his tail started to gently wag. He really was making friends. Robyn laughed as she jumped up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as she hung there and noogied into his hair. By this point, Ryder and Monroe had joined them. Ryde and Fynch clinked their closed fists together before the winged Huntsman wrapped Cadie in a gentle hug.

He smiled somberly as he held her at arm's length by her shoulders, "I'm sorry about everything that happened with Peri, and that I couldn't make it to his funeral. He was an exceptional young man." The trio's gaze fell back to the perfectly made bed for a moment.

However, Fynch nodded before turning back to the group and pulling them all in close, joking, "Now what's this I hear about my little sister getting into fights off campus!"

Robyn scoffed and pushed him off, grinning, "Oh c'mon, you sound just like Momma and Pops..."

Fynch bit his lip as his eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to the side apologetically. He squeezed out, "Ah, so, about that..."

"BABYBIRD!"

Haddy watched as Robyn's face drained of its color and lost all emotion in an instant. Before he could even turn to look or ask who had called out, two more figures had entered the room and were lifting the redhead off the floor in a giant bear hug. Well, it was more accurate to say that one of the newcomers was lifting both of the others off the ground.

She was just as tall as Ryder with just as much muscle, but none of his definition. She looked to be maybe in her late forties or early fifties. Her baby blue hair matched Fynch's in color and fluff, but reached almost halfway down her back. She wore a gray-plaid bandanna over her head, pulling back her bangs, with a large pair of glasses pushed up on her nose. Her charcoal overalls were dusted with dirt and stains. Her eyes were a pale red.

The other man looked just as strong, but he was significantly more stout. His dark scarlet hair was graying and his beautiful mustache was touched with silver. The lines on his face revealed his age. He was wearing a loose-fitting, red plaid button-up with the sleeves rolled up past his burly elbows and a black shirt underneath. His dark blue jeans were also caked with debris and patched up with various types of fabric. A pair of dark wings were happily flapping from his back as he hugged onto Robyn.

Monroe and Ryder exchanged a look before the redhead managed to squeeze one arm out of the hug and start to pat around for release as she said, "Momma! Please! You're gonna strangle me!"

Hesitantly, the older woman let go, allowing Robyn to jump down and take a deep breath. She looked at the pair as she took a half step back and said, "Wh-What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh!" the woman replied with a chirp as she took a few steps forward, placing her hands on Robyn's cheeks and squeezing, "When we heard that Junior was coming to see you, we just had to come along as well!"

The messy-haired girl pushed her mother off as she shot a dirty look back at her brother. Fynch rubbed the back of his neck as he stated, "I didn't know that they'd snuck into the truck until I was already in Vale..."

Before she could object, Robyn's father was already up at her side, smoothing out her dress as he said, "Robyn, dear, what happened to your skirt? And your room?"

As she was pulling back from her dad's caring hands, her mother was taking a look around. Appalled, she added, "I can't believe that you can live in a room like this!"

Robyn sighed, rubbing her forehead before replying, "Mom, please. We were just playing a game and it got a little out of hand."

"Babybird, you're twenty years old," her father stated, putting his hands on his hips as his feathers ruffled, "don't you think you're a little old to be playing games. You're supposed to be studying here."

"Not old enough to get away from 'Babybird' apparently..." she muttered under her breath.

While this was all going on, Fynch had moved in front of the rest of SCWR and was trying to shield them from view with his wings gently outstretched. However, that didn't stop his mother, who was practically beaming when her eyes ran across Monroe and Ryder. She pushed through her son's feeble, and unnoticed, attempts to spare the pair.

"Cascade! Ryder! How have you two been?" she asked, pulling them in for a hug.

The armadillo let out a grunt of recognition as the pirate sputtered, "Hello, Mrs. Wyndham, it's good to see you again."

She dropped the pair as she examined them. Monroe barely had any time to catch her breath before she was being assaulted, "Cadie, dear, have you been getting enough rest, you look absolutely haggard..."

Poor Ryder was next as she pinched his cheek and sweetly added, "You're looking as handsome as ever, honey. How are you and our little Babybird getting along?"

With the implication behind the statement burning in the air, Ryder's face exploded with blush as he opened his mouth to respond. However, Robyn shouted from over her father's fretting, "Mom! I've told you ten thousand times! He's just a friend! Leave the poor guy alone!"

"Of course, dear," Mrs. Wyndham smiled.

The redhead grumbled as her parents started to settle down. It didn't last as long as she would have liked, because her father's keen eye was drawn away from her friends and back to his son... whom Haddy was still somewhat hiding behind. The older bird smiled widely as he moved past Fynch and looked the husky up and down.

"And who might you be, son?" Mr. Wyndham asked.

Hadrian looked to Robyn, who just sighed deeply. He swallowed hard before answering, "I'm, um, Hadrian Snow, sir. Robyn's new teammate. From Solitas. Sir."

There was a long, tense silence as Mr. Wyndham's chipper smile disappeared and he started to glare Haddy down. He had extended his hand for the older faunus to shake, but was left with nothing. He felt as if he was being interviewed for his placement at Atlas Academy all over again.

"Who wants to eat?" Robyn exclaimed suddenly, clapping her hands together with a forced smile.

Her mother squealed, "Oh, that's a wonderful idea, sweetie! Our treat. We can go down to Vale and--"

Monroe started to correct her, "-- Actually ma'am, we're not allowed to--"

"--go down to Vale right now," Robyn cut in, slapping a hand over the blonde's mouth to stop her from talking, "Y'know, because of the festival. We're supposed to stay up here and greet the teams that are arriving!"

Her parents exchanged a glance as a single bead of sweat rolled down the messy-haired girl's face. Eventually, her mother smiled, "That makes sense! We'll go down and pick up some food and bring it back here for you."

With that, Rob grabbed her parents and started pushing them towards the door, explaining, "Okay, you go do that. We're gonna clean up this mess before you get back so we can eat in here. 'Kay? Love you, bye!"

She slammed the door shut just as the pair made it through the entrance. Robyn grabbed the sides of her face as she fell onto her butt and let out a long, loud groan. Haddy didn't move as he looked over to Monroe and Ryder. The blonde was shaking her head while the scaled faunus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

After a moment, Fynch sighed and stepped forward, "Y'know, Chickadee, if you keep lying to them, the hurt is gonna be a whole lot worse when they finally find out..."

Robyn scoffed as she crossed her own arms and pouted, "If I wanted a lecture, I woulda just gone with them."

As the winged Huntsman kneeled down in front of his sister, Haddy leaned over and whispered to Monroe, "So... what's up with Rob and her parents?"

She pinched the bridge of her nose as the siblings half-argued in the background. She explained, "Robyn wasn't raised like the rest of us. She has a big family with a happy set of married parents and a relatively uneventful childhood. By all rights, she wasn't supposed to be a Huntress. She was supposed to be a humble farmer out in the middle of nowhere..."

"When Fynch decid'd ta become a Huntsm'n," Ryder continued, leaning against the foot of his bed, "She want'd ta follow 'n 'is footsteps."

"Her parents had other ideas though..." the blonde added, "They didn't want their 'dainty little girl' to get hurt doing the job. Since she's enrolled, they've come up here to try to talk her out of attending more times than I can count. We almost lost her when we lost... They've always been very..."

"Overbearing," Robyn chipped in from the door.

She sighed, pulling herself up as she dusted her skirt off. With a deep breath, the redhead told her story, "We grew up on a little homestead a few hours outside of Vale. All of us had chores from the day we could walk, but with nowhere to go other than the farm... we didn't mind. We have this old, abandoned windmill just inside our property line...

"One day when we were really young, me and my younger brothers-- Osprey and Heryn-- were messing around inside when a storm came in. It was terrifying. When it was fully overhead, lightning struck the mill and collapsed the roof in on us. We weren't seriously hurt, but ever since then... Momma and Pops have been severely over-protective."

Fynch put a hand on her shoulder as she finished. She looked... sad. An emotion that Haddy had never seen on her before. It was clear that Robyn thought very highly of what her parents thought of her, and that it was weighing on her that they didn't support her entirely. He felt for her... more than he ever had before. He knew the pain all too well.

His mom didn't want him to attend Beacon Academy, but for an entirely different reason. She had never supported him becoming a Huntsman, mostly because his dad had run off on the job when he and Leo were babies. That clearly wasn't the case with the Wyndhams given Fynch's status within the monster hunting world. She must feel horrible; always hiding behind a cheerful smile and perky attitude... even if she felt like she didn't belong.

The husky took a couple small steps forward before he sincerely said, "Hey, Rob? You know that you're one of the best Huntresses I've ever met, right?"

She was quiet for a minute before she smiled, "Thanks, Haddy. I'm not worried about them forcing me to leave or disowning me or anything like that... but it's still nice to hear."

Before Hadrian could do anything more than return her smile with one of his own, Fynch had already scooped him up in a large hug. Monroe, Ryder, and Robyn all laughed as the husky scrambled around for some semblance of control and Fynch buried his fist into Haddy's hair.

"I knew I liked you, Snowball!" The finch faunus cackled as Hadrian fought for control.

After a few moments, Fynch released him and his messy hair. His headband was resting over his blinded eye as his black locks went in every which way. His hair looked like Robyn's. The laughing, chuckling, and giggling faded out as Ryder walked over and pulled his hammer from his broken bed boards.

While Haddy smoothed out his hair, the scaled faunus smirked, "We ought'a clean th's up 'fore they get back, 'r we'll n'v'r 'ear tha end'a 't from Momma Wyndham."

There was a collective groan from everyone, but all together they worked to straighten up the dorm.

[shoechoe]

Prosciutto so mean to Pesci. This is why he is the worst La Squadra member

[kujainvidiata]

Since it is my birthday, I have drawn something self-indulgent 🎂🎊

[sreberkot]

A little bit of prosciutto on my life

[chiratsuku]

Inertia dotting construction of tardy rivalry. A mere aim to set eye 'pon Bucciarati was enough to mess up dry varnish of his salutary day. To him -- moonlit Neapolitan was still pretty much a calligraphic page coated by invisible ink, a culprit of mystery, something so irking that unsettled heel in tracks. Riddled ambitions? No, it wasn't even that ... this Capo, still frankly 'fresh' was just sitting in his bad gut no matter how much he just tried to digest his persona. Maybe one day, he'll figure out reason for that.

Sure, he could walk around, but where's the fun in that when you can stir a reaction of excitation? Same rules for every rotten heart in their culture: 'respect your elders', that's how it goes here, in Italy. The younger passionato certainly had enough decency to keep up their theatre of courtesy whenever they ran into each other on common ground; like right now in restaurant. It was a matter barely worth split of minute but tension that accumulated in the corridor blowered density like a pronto stroke of hot up Tarantela. He waited, long enough for other to act accordingly.

Flashing twitch of lip-corner into his cheek exposed teeth when Prosciutto muttered through his reaction. Spewing arrogance rolling on his tongue in lieu of typical fume from Muratti, '' Always so polite, aren't you ... ? '' Dim and nebulous, a sizzling 'Grazie was all that sprawled out his mouth when path was clear for him pass.

〾ㅤㅤ@jukudoku ╱ cont.