Blame it on the rain...

[chiavoroneklutz]

[Dino stared at the Excel spreadsheet open on the computers screen, his index finger taping lightly on the keyboard.  He listened to the rain fall against the window pane behind him, anchoring his focus away from the numbers on the screen.  The rain only reminded him of Squalo, and he found himself wondering for the fifth time this hour whether or

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[grande_pioggia]

[Squalo pressed the delete button on his phone before even opening the e-mail. He didn't need to bother with that pointless crap the idiot sent him. He heard enough of that shit from the other idiot he had to put up with. Sometimes he wondered what he did to attract people like that in the first place.

He also wondered what the fuck he was doing pounding on the door to the Cavallone manor in the first place. Ignoring him and then going to visit him didn't make much sense, but Squalo could care less.

He brushed passed the ones who opened the front door and made his way to the Bronco's office, not caring of the subordinates complaints that their boss was trying to work. Not being very good with social graces, Squalo kicked open the office door.]

Voi!!! Will you stop sending me that pointless shit all the damn time!?

[chiavoroneklutz]

[Dino started at the sound of his office door bursting open, eyes widening slightly and his right hand reaching instinctively for the right drawer of his desk. The tension drained from his shoulders when he realized who it was.]

Squalo.

[He paused for a second, taking the time to fully process the question.]

I thought you might have been in the middle of a meeting or mission, maybe, so I didn't think I could call. But I thought it was important enough you might like to know.

[He leaned over, pulling open a different drawer on the left side of his desk.]

[grande_pioggia]

Might as fucking well have been. I was trying to tell those fucking morons how make dinner for Xanxus.

[Squalo slammed the door shut behind him as he made his way into the office, taking off his rain drenched Varia coat and tossing it aside before making himself comfortable on one of the couches.]

Voi... Not like I even read the damn thing in the first place. The last five you sent were just wastes of my fucking time so I didn't bother.

[chiavoroneklutz]

Unfortunately, there's not much information I can actually send over an email. It's too much of a security risk.

[He closes the drawer with a softly resounding click, placing the small plastic bag holding a piece of wood with a jagged cut running against the grain.]

We found this at the last encounter. I was wondering if you might be able to tell me what sort of weapon made this mark.

[Dino shrugged slightly.]

I suppose I could always ask some scientist. I just figured you'd know much more than they could.