You know I'm dealing with the devil in everyone I meet

[un_earth]

WHO: Mukuro Rokudo (morti_interno) and Donatello Versace (un_earth)
WHAT: A passing of information~
WHERE: A small, inconspicuous coffee shop
WHEN: December 4, the afternoon

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[morti_interno]

Mukuro sat at a corner table in the coffee shop, watching the door from the corner of his eye. He was quite looking forward to meeting Donatello Versace, to be honest, and the fact he had found some information on Versace's brother, Giorno, was a perfect excuse to arrange this get together.

His fingers were neatly interlaced under his chin and he wore comfortable clothing, so he wouldn't draw attention to them. The management of the shop was under his control partly, so they wouldn't remember anything about their presence, on the off chance something happened.

At the tinkle of the door, Mukuro looked over, and knew it was Versace. "Hello Versace-kun." He called over, just loud enough for Versace to hear. "Over here please."

[un_earth]

Versace briskly made his way over, silently approving of the out-of-the-way location of the table that Mukuro had chosen. He pulled back a chair and sat opposite, his eyes flicking over the other in silent appraisal. Dual colored eyes...how odd. Other than that, there wasn't much to the man, who was smaller than he was.

Versace folded his arms, sitting back in his chair and glaring as his means of greeting.

[morti_interno]

Mukuro chuckled at Versace's behavior. Somehow, it reminded him of Ken. He leaned forward slightly to compensate for Versace's leaning back, and smiled at the other man.

His eyes briefly looked Versace over. Handsome, certainly, though it was somewhat plain Mukuro that Versace wouldn't like to be called as much, and more than a bit guarded. In general, Mukuro approved of what he saw.

"It's nice to meet you face to face Versace-kun." Mukuro was careful to keep his voice light and friendly. "Would you like a coffee or anything?" He gestured with a hand and one of the waitresses walked over, looking blank.

[un_earth]

"Bite me," He muttered under his breath, then redirected his glare from the table to the unfortunate waitress. He didn't want to hang around too long with this guy. Mukuro's cheery attitude wasn't doing much for his own mood.

"I don't want--" Versace hesitated, then shook his head.
"Coffee. Black."

[morti_interno]

"Oh, I doubt you'd want me to do that." Mukuro chuckled, catching Versace's first remark. "Far too personal for you, I think." His smile briefly resembled a smirk before fading back into his cheerful grin.

"Alright. One black coffee, and hot chocolate for me." Mukuro looked at the waitress. "I don't think we'll need to pay this time, will we?" He asked her in a voice that was slightly deeper. She nodded and Mukuro beamed. "Thank you."

He wasn't worried about Versace questioning him.

[un_earth]

So his hunch had been right. There was definitely something off about this guy. That, of course, only served to heighten his nervousness. He shifted, watching the Waitress's retreating back as he spoke.

"You wanted to talk. So talk."

[morti_interno]

"Kufufu, straight to business, hmm?" Mukuro laughed quietly, before reaching into the messenger bag at his feet and pulling out a file. He opened it, flipping through the handful of pages until he found what he wanted.

"Here we are! It seems your brother will be arriving in Reggio Calabria within the month." Mukuro laid the open file on the table, pushing it toward Versace. "There's some other information as well, that I don't think you'd want me to read out loud."

[un_earth]

Versace relaxed a little, relieved that Mukuro hadn't given him any trouble.

"This month, huh." He took the file, flipping through the papers, his curiosity showing on his face.

[morti_interno]

Mukuro kept his eyes trained on Versace, distracted briefly when the waitress brought their orders.

"Yes. I have a... friend in Roma who is handling the travel arrangements. Quite well off, your family seems." Of course, their was some information that wasn't on the file, like Versace's brother was most likely a member of the Vescovo, although it wasn't written in stone.

[un_earth]

Versace finally smirked a little, bringing the cup to his lips and taking a slow sip. He didn't comment on the file contents as he continued to go through.

"I'm keeping this." It wasn't a question or request, but was rather spoken as a statement.

[[What exactly's in the file~?

[morti_interno]

"That's fine Versace-kun." Mukuro sipped his hot chocolate. "I have a copy anyway." Mukuro kept his voice pleasant and cheerful, though if Versace looked, the pupil in Mukuro's red eye looked like a kanji.

[[ooc: Mainly general information on GioGio, some stuff on his finances, that sort of thing.

[un_earth]

Versace noticed it and paused to stare, before bringing his eyes back down to the files. His policy with other people was usually "don't know don't ask"...especially people with whom he felt vaguely intimidated.

He paused at a photo of his brother, looking down at it for a good long moment, then abruptly closed the file, shoving it into his jacket.

"We done here?"

[morti_interno]

When Mukuro realized that he had intimidated Versace, even if it was just slightly, he felt quite self satisfied. It was vaguely entertaining to have someone a little nervous around him, since nervous people often said or did something they would regret later.

"Oya oya, what's the rush Versace-kun?" Mukuro leaned forward and chuckled. "Kufufu, you don't enjoy my company?"

[un_earth]

"Like hell I don't," Versace muttered under his breath, before sitting back again, patting the part of his jacket where he had put the file.

"I got what I came here for, didn't I? What, you change your mind about not wanting the money or something?"

[morti_interno]

"I don't know Versace-kun. Did you?" Mukuro was just stringing Versace along now, trying to see how far he could be pushed. "And I don't want your money, I already explained that~"

[un_earth]

"Now you're just fucking with me."
He grabbed his lukewarm coffee and drank it all down in one quick swallow, regretting the decision almost immediately. It was really black. He shuddered, setting the cup down and pushing back from the table a little.
"Why the fuck did you call me out here, anyways. Someone ask you to spy on me?"