Risotto’s stoicism seems to falter slightly once the new Boss begins to make a proposition— after all, it was extremely unorthodox for the most intimidating hitman to be afraid of /spiders./
He grunts, jaw clenched in discomfort.
“This isn’t necessary.”
Risotto’s stoicism seems to falter slightly once the new Boss begins to make a proposition— after all, it was extremely unorthodox for the most intimidating hitman to be afraid of /spiders./
He grunts, jaw clenched in discomfort.
“This isn’t necessary.”
The silence is palpable the second Affogato leaves the room to go and make lunch. Yes, Specchio’s frequent visitations was a sign of good faith on behalf of his own team.
But socializing outside of work?
Risotto shifts awkwardly, remaining silent as his eyes dart off.
The silence is palpable the second Affogato leaves the room to go and make lunch. Yes, Specchio’s frequent visitations was a sign of good faith on behalf of his own team.
But socializing outside of work?
Risotto shifts awkwardly, remaining silent as his eyes dart off.
It’s not very likely for Risotto to get lost. Yet, he got distracted just long enough for him to lose sight of his team. . . His jaw is tense, but he’s silent, composed, dark eyes scanning around the area long enough he feels someone bump into him.
“. . .Excuse me.”
It’s not very likely for Risotto to get lost. Yet, he got distracted just long enough for him to lose sight of his team. . . His jaw is tense, but he’s silent, composed, dark eyes scanning around the area long enough he feels someone bump into him.
“. . .Excuse me.”