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[srslyevilbzns]

WHO: Byakuran (srslyevilbzns), Dino (aesthetic_ally)
WHAT: What's a little corporate wrist-slapping between friends?
WHERE: A small restaurant
WHEN: Thursday, early afternoon
RATING: G
WARNING: Byakuran

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[aesthetic_ally]

"The same can be said for you." Dino says smoothly; also in Italian, looking over at him. Byakuran's an old classmate, and while they hadn't been friends, they had co-existed without incident.

Thus far.

While Dino can sometimes be looked upon as a goofy older brother in a fair amount of things, there are times when he sheds that side of him in favor of another more serious demeanor. Not to say that the former is a lie or a facade; it is just how Dino Cavallone is.

Work is work, and it is clear that Dino has no intention of waving this particular fiasco off.

He is polite, still, nonetheless. "I wonder how far you would have let them pry, had I not caught them in time."

[srslyevilbzns]

He dumps a few generous spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee, stirring it lazily. Yes, gone was lack of direction in the other's eyes. When Byakuran thought it back, it was truly a pity he hadn't taken the other on sooner. The layout of things in the industry might have been quite a bit different, but he also wouldn't have been able to handle the merger with the Giglio Nero half as well as he had been. He stirs the mess of additives with the small spoon that had come with the cup, eyes never leaving the other's.

"Ah?" he hums, softly, a slight curve of his lips, "Surely you don't think I wouldn't have called them off if I weren't aware, hmmm?"

[aesthetic_ally]

Dino notices, observes because he has been trained to do so. He can name the exact brand of the teaspoon, the make of the coffee cup, but now is not the time to do it.

There had been rumors, of course, about the Millefiore family, and Dino, to date, had found no reason to pry. If only the same courtesy had been afforded to them on the Millefiore's end.

He leans back in his seat; it is just a glass of water for him, and he sizes up the white-haired man opposite him briefly. Ever since the appearance of the Millefiore, Dino had known that Byakuran is a force to be reckoned with. But he had never been a direct threat, given their different areas of specialization.

But now... how despicable, he wants to say. But how very much like most other business acquisitions and market research tactics. It is simply that Byakuran had probably taken it a step too far.

"Of course not. After all, you're best at covering your tracks." And Dino doesn't just mean the fiasco with the fashion magazines. After all, the Millefiore do have a reputation.

[srslyevilbzns]

Ah, so Dino was in no mood to skirt the issue. How troublesome to see that he'd graduated into such a fine boss. How troublesome and yet it was rare to see anything on this front that had truly provided problems for him. Rare enough that Byakuran was willing to indulge this sort of thing rather than cover it up with a simple rearrangement of staff.

He taps his spoon neatly on the rim of his cup, shaking off a few stray droplets as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand. He sets it aside as he takes a long sip.

No need to rush, even if Dino was hardly the sort to be put on edge by such silences as many others under his command were.

"How unkind," he muses, "Is that the sort of talk you always offer to business associates?"