[Video/Action/IDEK] || Mobster!Xanxus and OH GAWD I HAVE NO IDEA IF I'M DOING THIS RIGHT D8

[idkmybfftrash]

[So there I was, middle of the fuc-- middle of the day, running my goods right under the fuzz's noses. If it was a snake it would've bit the pigs right in their porker faces, but that's how Vongola does it. That's how old Vongola does it, but this new blood's been coming in thinking they got better ideas. Trying to fix what ain't broken. But it's

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[alwaysaboom]

[ I was on my rounds, and of course I had to run into that man. If there was any proof that god like shaving fun with me, it's that. I know it's my job to turn him in, but I already know nothing would stick. Most it would do would be to drag the kid out in the open and ruin his future.]

[idkmybfftrash]

[ Of all the cops and vigilante wannabes in Wonderland of course it had to be her. Can't catch a day's break in this town, but what kind of well respected gangster worth his salt would I be if I could't handle one scummy cop? Everything's personal in this town and you can get back with the trash at the bottom of the ladder if you think that's going to get in the way of business. I nod and smile, looking everything like the innocent street vendor everyone knows I'm not. ]

Afternoon, Officer.

[alwaysaboom]

Afternoon.

Have the shopkeepers here, gotten any strange letters recently?

[ Of course, he knows I mean a specific shopkeeper, and a specific letter about a child that no one is supposed to know about.]

[idkmybfftrash]

Not one to gossip, especially not out here in public.

[ She just had to bring it up out here, while I'm trying to run my goods, trying to keep my image up. I try to keep my cool about it, look nonchalant. Nothing to see here, folks. ]

But yeah. I might've heard something. Been told it's being taken care of.

Out of sight, out of mind.

So. Much. SLANG. I'm sorry. xD

[dashboardlite]

[An Empire to run? Yeah, that sounds pretty friggin' familiar. On the other end of the spectrum, a smaller family that doesn't so much push product as work as freelance hitmen - hunters, they're called - is led by Dean Winchester, the face of the organization. The main building's a dive, so he's been out and about, choosing his battles here and there, smoking a butt or two.

He's got his glad rags on 'cause there's nothin' that makes a guy feel a little classier than some nice duds, and though he'd normally get a little hooch in with the free time, it's too much fun to drop by the Vongola front and poke his nose around. Dean grins and flicks his cigarette to the ground, grinding it out and tipping his hat up before leaning on the lemonade table with one elbow.]

Y'know, I read somewhere that Vongola means clam in greaser-speak. [The smirk widens.] Who knew you'd be the capo of shellfish?

jfdklsjfsa XDDD I-I got this~ Forgive my lack of slang, I suck at this 8|

[idkmybfftrash]

[ This obnoxious little worm here again, sniffing around the big boys' place looking for scraps, is he? I stare at that elbow on my stand like I'm trying to tell him he'll be drawing back a stump if he doesn't move it.]

It's a nuance. Modern times makes it more 'jack with us and we'll bust your kneecaps.'

[ But who's to say I can't be civil? I pour him out a glass and offer it. ]

Lemonade?

[ No guarantee on what's in it being healthy, in the strictest sense. ]

[dashboardlite]

[I like my kneecaps - they're pretty tops as kneecaps go, and I'd rather not lose 'em to some Vongola bruno with a chip on his shoulder. Squinting down at the lemonade and hoping that it ain't laced with something a little stronger, like cyanide, I sniff it warily.]

You got any giggle-juice I can pour in this?

[timisnotme]

*Being silent means your bereft of internal monologuing and helpful narration. But that's not gonna stop Markus here from lurking around seeing if he too can make an honest living.

You don't get to be as high up on the pecking order as Xanxus without making some enemies. And well Markus here, he takes care of those enemies.

For a price.*

[idkmybfftrash]

[ Xanxus hadn't been looking for anyone to off lately, 'cept for that Wesker schmuck, but that called for more investigation and the little masked terror here was more an end-game card.

But services rendered in the past called for some sort of show of appreciation.]

Lemonade? Or looking for something else today?

[AKA, knives, guns, brass knuckles, etc. Don't ever let anyone tell you Xanxus doesn't take care of his men.]

[timisnotme]

*You said the magic word Xanxus. Markus pulls out his current knife and displays the blade. Poor thing got caught in someones ribs and now it's all nicked up. He could use a replacement, maybe an upgrade.

And he's got quite a lot of cash to spend on something nice.*

[idkmybfftrash]

[ Xanxus starts to consider that a butcher shop might've been a better cover for this kind of gig, but never you mind, he gives a smirk, turning towards his stand to pull out something wrapped up in a cloth like a present.

Are you a fan of machetes, Markus? If you're more the lumberjack type there's hatchets back here too. ]

[xeno_phil]

[It's thirsty work, this search of mine, and it's like a godsend when I spot the lemonade stand. Gosh, but they really have everything here.

It's not 'til I get close that I spot the proprietor, and am even gladder for it: surely a fella so sharp and done-up will know just everything there is to know about the mansion city.]

Say, mister! You must be awfully busy with customers, but do you have a moment?

[idkmybfftrash]

[ This guy comes strolling up at me and I swear he wouldn't get it even if I'd've painted 'GANGSTER' right on my forehead. Still, can't blame the schmuck for being fooled by a pro. It's a compliment more than anything else.

I take my time lighting up a cigar, looking like I got all day. ]

Suppose I got a single one.