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Post by Runi Hjort on Jul 16, 2015 21:10:40 GMT -5
In the spur of the moment, Runi gave up on being not-entertained at home and wandered outside, leaving a note for his sister. They didn't have separation anxiety, per se, but they did have a bit of a thing about letting each other know where they were. All the time. It wasn't that weird. He was just going for a wander, anyway, put his restless legs in motion and see what he could find around town. What he saw didn't exactly excite him, but it was better than staring at the ceiling for another minute. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't spend all of his time on the formula, and not doing that required getting outside every now and again.
He came to a crossroads that clearly functioned as the town's markets on some days, but today it was as bare as a baby's ass. On the other hand, they did seem to have a proper Italian coffeehouse, which more than made up for the lack of anything else of note. He made his way inside, ordering himself a black coffee and lounging in one of the fantastically comfortable chairs. The lack of respectable coffeehouses was one of the things he had very much feared about moving here, what if all the coffee was shit? Could he really stand to live in a place without good coffee? Would he survive without the stuff? He doubted it. Valo would also be pretty screwed. On that note, he bought a bag of beans so that his sister wouldn't go off at him about squandering their cash in hand. She was much less likely to be annoyed if she had a nice hot cup of coffee in her hands.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jul 16, 2015 21:56:13 GMT -5
"Caffe Coretto, più di una goccia di liquore," Suki murmured to the Italian cashier in the Italian coffee place, exasperation and annoyance laced her features. Work was beginning to get her nerves more than being an escape from being a Fisher nowadays, with more cases of people not being careful and not taking care of themselves and then its going to be her who suffers long hours working, then being blamed when her coworkers mess up during an operation, deeming her breasts 'too distracting'. Fucker, her breasts aren't even that big and her uniform doesn't even fucking show her chest or any part of her body in anyway, she was more covered up than a nun for Merlin's sake! Men, the excuses they make up to blame her for their mistakes.
Luckily she was meeting Pietro today, its been a while since she last talked or saw him, more so she almost never saw River and it was as if he didn't even try to make a relationship with her. Saddening, but then again both twins were busy, Suki tried to write them letters and visited them as often as she could, which wasn't often at all. See, she never wanted to enter the teaching profession, she knew it was easier to handle the dead and the weak rather than having to teach children who reeked of body odor and definitely got sick every other week. She did have to admit, teaching kids definitely strengthened one's immune system.
The cashier looked at Suki, checking her out openly, his eyes definitely not looking at her face. Suki cleared her throat, annoyed deeply by the guy not even bothering to hide his interest over Suki. She repeated her words again, "Caffe Coretto, più di una goccia di liquore," then she added a dangerous, "Adesso." That definitely was an order, and the man wasn't too happy he was being addressed like that by this blonde lady. Nope, not happy at all. But he was dealing with the wrong lady right now.
"Hey, now bug-eyed Betty, no need to cast a kitten on me," the cashier had said with a flare in his voice.
Suki knew they were starting to make a scene and that was the last thing she wanted, it would only make her day worse. "Well I need to when I my order is not being made and I'm being disrespected and being stared at by a buffoon," Suki tried to channel her inner Pietro, and definitely not her inner River. She looked around a bit, meeting the eye of a man who was longing in one of the tables (Runi), then back to the cashier who she knew stared at her disrespectfully when she wasn't looking.
"I ain't looking at no face-stretcher!" The cashier just said the wrong thing at the wrong time.
"Caffe Coretto, più di una goccia di liquore" - Suki was asking for a Caffe Coretto with more than just a drop of liquor.
"Adesso" - 'Now' in Italian.
"Bug-eyed Betty" - Unattractive woman.
"Cast a kitten." - Throw a temper tantrum.
"Face-stretcher" - Old woman trying to look young. Ironic since Suki is only 20.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 16, 2015 22:37:40 GMT -5
Alive. Why was he alive?
Oh. Right. He'd been rescued by a fucking woman. There he'd been, about to get the manly death he deserved, when the incredibly obnoxious, meddlesome bitch of a German had decided to come save him. Like a knight in fucking shining armor.
So instead of dead and with pride, he was alive, scarred, branded, and publicly shamed.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Well, at least the whole ordeal had reminded him that it was important to spend more time with his baby sister. So he drank his potion and looked at himself in the mirror for a long moment. The scar extended diagonally upward from the jawline on the right side of his face, across the bridge of his nose, all the way to the left side of his forehead. The trench knife had missed his eye by a hair's breadth.
At least the scar was intimidating. The branding on his chest, on the other hand ...
Pietro shuddered. Better not to think of that. Better just to go and meet his sister.
When he entered the Antonucchi-run coffee shop, he immediately caught sight of Suki's golden hair at the front of the line ... and then he heard the cashier call her a face-stretcher. How fucking DARE HE?
The look on the cashier's face when he saw Pietro appear over his sister's shoulder ... well, it was priceless. It only got better when he reached across the counter and grabbed the little shit by the collar, hauling him onto his tiptoes. "Gianni. What did you just call my sister?" Pietro growled, his glaring face very close to the cashier's. "Are you trying to get yourself fired - and worse - or are you just that abominably stupid? Apologize now if you value your job or that prissy little unmarred face of yours."
With that, he dropped Gianni, who then stammered out a terrified apology.
"Good," Pietro snapped. "Now I'd like whatever it is she's having, and you will deliver the drinks to our table."
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Post by Runi Hjort on Jul 16, 2015 23:20:03 GMT -5
Shortly after his coffee arrived- Merlin's beard it was good, thank fuck- a pretty Italian woman walked, or sashayed rather, into the coffeehouse and ordered in Italian. The cashier's first mistake was not hopping to immediately when a pretty Italian woman told him to do something, and a pretty novice mistake at that. He must be very, very new. The boy's second mistake was talking back to a pretty Italian woman, which was pretty much unforgivable. Why would anyone do anything that would let someone be fucking gallant around a pretty Italian woman? Moron. Runi would have to invent a scale on which to measure how stupid someone could actually be, and this boy would be a good placeholder for the upper limit. Until he found someone better, that was.
Runi stood up in his spot and was about to call out the kid on his lack of any sense whatsoever, when her terrifying boyfriend exploded into the place and nearly killed the kid with shock. He was a little bit disappointed that he had missed the opportunity to make a good first impression on the girl, but even though Mr Scary-as-shit was her brother not her boyfriend, Runi didn't think that he would regret not having got too involved. He was about to sit back down and pretend that nothing had happened, as customers who didn't want broken noses were wont to do, when he got what he thought was a brilliant idea. To be fair, Runi thought that most of his ideas were brilliant, even when they didn't work. It didn't count as arrogance though, because he extended the same confidence to all of his sister's ideas.
"Madam, I implore you to take my seat instead. Such rudeness from someone whose livelihood is despicable." He stood away from the oh-so-comfortable couch, his mug in one hand and the other gesturing his offer. It was a pretty fantastic idea, he looked like a perfect gentleman. And it would surely ingratiate him to scarface, which could only be a good thing in his mind. He nodded formally to the man, and quite possibly ruined his amazing idea by commenting, "Nice scar, mate."
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jul 17, 2015 0:33:09 GMT -5
Suki flinched hearing her brother's growls, turning around for a bit to get a glimpse of him. She knew he was there the moment the cashier guy had cowered in true fear. Yeah, well he's seen that a lot of people cower in fear before her brothers. Her brothers knew how to instill fear within everyone, and she's seen it first hand. It was ridiculous, honestly, it kind of ruined most of her Cascade years. Suki Holland, that kid you just don't wanna mess with because her brothers will haunt you.
Boys? Nope.
Friends? Nope.
Boyfriends? Oh hell no.
Suki looked at the guy she had looked at before, "Are you sure?" She would love to take that offer of sitting down because that's what she really only wanted to do in the first place. But she still had to be polite because it was originally his seat after all. But she immediately sat down and murmured a soft 'thank you' to him as her butt landed on the cushion in the seat. The cashier had gotten their order, cussing what he supposed was under his breath as he made their coffee. Unfortunately once more, he wasn't being really quiet with cussing off Suki. The man had to be at least hard of hearing or something, hit his head really hard when he was a babe...
And discreetly spat at the coffee.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 17, 2015 1:04:56 GMT -5
Pietro heard Runi's words, but he didn't turn to look at the other man. He was too busy glaring at Gianni. He listened, one protective hand on Suki's shoulder blade, and then nodded. "He's right, love. You deserve the best seat in the house." And then -
"Nice scar, mate." -
and Pietro's head whipped around. Was this person mocking him? Had everybody in the coffee shop lost their damn minds?
"Listen," he growled, and then stopped himself. Oh. The stranger had a facial scar of his own, an obvious half-moon beneath his left eye. So he wasn't being facetious or condescending. He'd meant his words to be taken at face value.
And, in reality, he was right. It was rather a nice scar. Despite his anger at Gianni's flagrant disrespect, a tiny grin flickered around the corners of Pietro's lips as he met Runi's gaze. "The same to you," he replied. Well, he liked this stranger after all.
But he still needed to glare at Gianni, so he turned back ... just in time to see the little prick spit into one of their coffees. Fortunately, Suki had already moved away. Enraged, Pietro lunged toward the counter, grabbed Gianni by the back of the neck, and slammed his forehead against the granite countertop. "Franco," he commanded, looking at the other terrified employee behind the counter, "you've been promoted. Prepare our drinks, please. Gianni has been fired."
Dragging the whimpering Gianni by the scruff of his neck, Pietro paused briefly by the couch to offer Suki a respectful nod. "I shall return momentarily, dear sister." With that, he was out the door, leaving the coffee shop and its patrons in a state of shocked silence.
Well, they would all be better off knowing exactly what would happen if they chose to disrespect an Antonucchi.
Several minutes later, Pietro re-entered the coffee shop, straightening his tie. One of his cufflinks was crooked, and he fixed it as he approached Suki and Runi.
"I apologize for the fiasco."
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Post by Runi Hjort on Jul 17, 2015 1:37:54 GMT -5
Shiiiiiiiiiiit. Runi was quite aware that he had been moments away from getting socked in the jaw, and that had he not had his own lovely scar he would have been toast. Burnt toast, and not the good kind either. He held his breath as the guy switched from murderous rage to quiet respect. He couldn't bring himself to reply to the man, and it apparently was not required as he brutalised the moronic kid, Gianni. Runi could feel his heart thudding away in his chest, and it didn't have anything to do with the coffee he'd only just started drinking. Coffee didn't seem to quite cut it anymore, Runi wanted some liquor inside him. Damn Americans and their Prohibition.
Runi decided that the best possible option was to pretend that the terrifying man was just like anyone else with a short temper, so he moved his mug to another seat and gingerly sat down. "Uh, nice to meet you? I'm Rune, but most people use Runi instead." He decided not to shake her hand. Not worth the risk, not by a long shot. He definitely didn't want to leave the coffeehouse in the same way that Gianni had. Apparently the stories people at home told about both the Italians and the Americans weren't even slightly exaggerated. He figured the storytellers would be as surprised as he was to find that particular tidbit out.
The new kid, Franco, quickly came out with the two Italians' orders and set the down on the table. Runi was glad for his sake that he didn't spill anything, and then tried to think of something sufficiently interesting to say. "This is some fantastic coffee you guys have here." Please don't let it have been Gianni that made the good coffee. "I was worried when I moved that there wouldn't be anything decent about the place." Very soon after he'd left, the now slightly disheveled Italian guy re-entered and apologised. "No... no trouble at all." He gulped. Valo was going to kill him.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jul 17, 2015 3:20:05 GMT -5
Despite flinching earlier because of his growl, Suki merely was just sitting there looking pretty as her brother had gone violent, fluttering her eyelashes the way women do as if nothing was happening. Most could easily say that this probably wasn't the first time for Suki to witness this. In fact, she's seen worse than this, worse enough that she could sit through this without batting an eyelash. It didn't bother her that a guy was getting next to murdered just nearby by her own brother, it merely was nothing for her at this point. Pietro and River were definitely the reason why she didn't make friends in Cascade.
As he sat down, Suki looked at Runi, the guy who offered her his seat, immediately getting her drink from Franco. As he introduced himself, Suki had given him a smile, "Well hello Rune, I'm Suki," she had cocked her head in the side as if she was an innocent twenty year old who hadn't just seen what had happened. "Well, its honestly very hard to find a decent coffee place here in Camden, but thanks. We try to please around the coffee enthusiasts here, it's a neat place for a rest, coffee beans are of the best quality, any more of me speaking is just a sleazy endorsement," Suki laughed a bit at the poor Scandinavian who had just witnessed Pietro at his annoyed and grumpy state. She started to stir a bit of her coffee and then took a small sip, then set it down and sighed at the relief of the much needed coffee plus little bit liquor.
Suki looked up at his brother, "No worries, big brother. Thank you for that, it made my day a bit better," she told him with a smile. "Pietro, meet Runi," she looked at Runi now, "His name is actually Rune, but people call him otherwise," she told her brother. "Runi, meet Pietro. He's my big brother... I usually say unfortunately, but he just saved us from spit in our drinks, I think I owe this one to you," Suki grinned, motioning for him to sit next to her adjacent to where Runi was facing so they could see each other's faced.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 17, 2015 7:09:56 GMT -5
Pietro nodded at Runi. One of his hands naturally made its way to Suki's shoulder, even though he was, for the moment, looking at the man. "I apologize, Suki. You know how upset I become when people treat you disrespectfully. Let me remind you that you are beautiful and not even remotely a 'face-stretcher.' And, Rune ... it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He reached out, shook the stranger's hand, and offered a smile. It might have been somewhat strained, given that he had just beaten the prick who had insulted his sister, but that was all right.
"I do sincerely apologize for what you just witnessed. I do not usually find it necessary to discipline subordinates while making a new acquaintance."
Not ever, if he was being honest. Thinking back, Pietro was fairly certain that he had never attempted to make a new friend while also beating the living daylights out of someone who had disrespected his sister. Fortunately, this experience had shown Runi that, if he had any intention of flirting with Suki, he must remain strictly gentlemanly and "above-board." Unfortunately, this might have become a situation wherein Pietro stymied, once again, Suki's interest in a male.
In reality, Pietro didn't want to force his sister into a nun-like existence. He wanted her to find happiness in love just as he had. On the other hand, Pietro wanted Suki to be paired with someone worthy of her ... and there weren't too many men who would fulfill that requirement.
But these were all foolish musings. This was simply a random stranger in the coffee shop, and Pietro didn't even know if Suki found him attractive or not. "So," he continued, still smiling at the stranger who had been so polite, "Rune, what do you do here in Camden Hills?"
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