Stars And Tiaras

7

Gradually, Leone got back to his seat but just as he got in front of the sofa; the piece of furniture now towering him. He leaned to look under the sofa, he felt the coldness of the hardwood floor on his arms. A few seconds later his forearm was submerged into the dark underside of the furniture; the perfectly dry slipper still in his opposing hand.

His hand moved around the frozen floor looking for the porcelain cup.

"Abbacchio," Fugo commented, "what are you doing?"

Just then, his hand was free from the darkness holding the empty teacup. Near where his arm emerged, lay a puddle of a dark reflective liquid. He then moved his body to stand, looking down at Fugo.

"Getting this," Abbacchio stated, directed at the empty petite cup in his hand "since Mista fucking spilt it and now I need to clean it up. Che coglione."

Leone mindlessly passed the espresso-less cup to Narancia, both people catching a slight glance of eachother's eyes before Abbacchio spoke again, "Put this in the kitchen for me please."

The look on Narancia's face could only be summarised as absolute betrayal; he knew what was coming.

"Aw, c'mon.." Narancia whined, "do we really have to clean up after them?" Narancia dramatically slapped his hands over his eyes and dragged his eyelids downwards, revealing not only the microscopic red veins that decorated his eyes like stitches in fabric but the fleshy pink underside to his bottom lashes. The cup dangled uselessly from his fingers

Looking to Narancia, Leone's ombre eyes showed indifference, "I mean if you want to have all your CDs taken away again that's up to you, Narancia."

Narancia's face now somewhat resembled a sad clown as his hands now reached his jaw, his perse eyes staring directly into Leone's, trying to decipher if the man was serious or not.

Suddenly their rivaling gaze broke off, "Ugh- fiiiiine!" Narancia wailed, stomping into the kitchen with the poise and grace of a stubborn child. His bare feet making spitefully loud steps across the hardwood floor.

"And as for you two," Turning to face the two remaining boys, a scowl now present on his face, "you both can help with cleaning too. Otherwise I'll help you end up like Mista." Threatened Leone. His once bored eyes hardening once again to the iron-cold gaze it always held.