"Quando l'amico chiede, non v'è domani."

[sharktrash]

Who: Dino & Squalo. And possibly you!
What: IT'S A DATE!! meeting between fellow countrymen to appreciate traditional food. Move along, no risotto for you.
When: early noon, January 25th-ish? (after song rewrite, before ghost hauntings)
Where: some nice park within Vista City roughly halfway between Pride and Virgo HQs
Warnings: language? Squalo? should be relatively safe, will update if necessary

(( prompts in comments! ))

Comments

[alleato]

Punch you in the--

[Wait, what?]

Sorry. Sorry. I don't know why I said that.

[sharktrash]

You? Punching people?

[ Yeah no laughing again. ]

[alleato]

I've punched people before!

[Usually he's the punch-ee though.]

[sharktrash]

I'll believe that when I see it.

[ Yeah and it's obvious. That or Squalo's just really good at sniffing those out. ]

[alleato]

I don't plan to do it again, so you'll just have to think I'm lying, I guess.

[He's not sure if it's a lie. Man, he's feeling weird.]

[sharktrash]

Aw.

[ Reaches out to literally ruffle Dino's hair. ]

See, that right here is why nobody believes you. You're supposed to defend your truth with your fists.

[alleato]

Sorry... I don't really like violence. It's pretty pointless, if you can talk it out instead.

[But Dino grins slightly, and ducks away with a little pang of something.]

Hey!

[sharktrash]

[ Another flat look. ]

Do you know what fun is, Cavallone? You should try it sometime.

[alleato]

I'm allergic...?

[He's kidding.]

Seriously, I don't hit people for fun. Just for business.

[sharktrash]

Oh you poor child. Now I'll have to invite you to hang out won't I.

[ ...............color him interested. 'Cause that sounds like some fuckin Cosa Nostra "business" back home. Look, he grew up in Sicily, he would know. ]

Business?

[alleato]

To hang out to hit people? That's different.

[Well... Give him a second.]

If someone... messed with my family. [Hrm? His family is........?] My band, I mean. Good guys, all of them.

[sharktrash]

Eh not really.

[ He eyes him for a moment but then just gives him a shoulder clap. ]

As good a reason as any. If you're not ready to rip throats out for your band, we can't be friends.

[alleato]

I guess we're going to be enemies, then. Bitter rivals, to the end.

[Hrm]

Though, what do you say to that? A little friendly rivalry's good for sales.

[sharktrash]

Huh. Guess your family devotion doesn't go as far as I thought. Shame.

[ But he does look a little interested. ]

Think you're good enough to challenge me? I'm not gonna drag my feet just so you can keep up.

[alleato]

You know, good sales and taking care of the band are the same thing. I've got everything I need behind me, but if I can contribute more, why not do it?

[This is, however, the best idea he has ever had. EVER.]

I can keep up.

[sharktrash]

Prove it, then. You and me, in a cello duel. We can get all dressed up and shit. Bet it'll be good for sales, too.

[alleato]

[Handshake?]

You're on.

[sharktrash]

[ YOU'D BET. ]

I'll give you a few weeks to get ready. Yanno, a girl handicap. Let me know when you think you can face me.

[alleato]

I'll go practice, then.

[God, that feels good. Friendship, not really a rivalry. Easy and necessary and nostalgic. Dino steps back and runs a hand through his hair.]

See you soon on the field of combat.

aaand it's a wrap

[sharktrash]

[ Isn't it? This is pretty great. Even if Squalo still doubts this guy will give him his money's worth. Who knows, though, maybe he's more formidable on stage than in person. ]

Looking forward to it.

[ He'll raise a hand in a parting wave. Later, then. ]