p is for prologue pookies!
HAIR falls from your face as you raise yourself up. stretching as much as possible in the cab, you reaches for your wallet and pay the taxi man.
you step out, gentle breeze accompanying the heat blessing your slightly calloused skin, flicking your eyes around the area before approaching the ominous building, gently twisting a key into the lock and proceeding to fiddle with the handle.
"honey i'm home." you humour, calling out to your business partners. as you placed your bag down, you felt arms snake around your waist
"ciao amore mio, come va la vita?*" the head of purple hair leans down slightly to appear on your shoulder, with a small smirk.
"'m alright melone, i'd be better if you let me say hello to everyone else though." you grumble, turning slightly to embrace him back. he says something under his breath, but after a few seconds, releases you from his grasp. yet as you begin to walk away, he throws an arm around your shoulder.
"buongiorno." a chorused reply of similar words follow yours, all having different tones - excitement, boredom and sternness. you look at them, see all the love that lay sleeping in them.
"good. your here. sit, please." risotto directs, clearing his throat.
"i have some important news for you all, and while this may become a shock, we must handle this with upmost secrecy! whilst we all know caporegime polpo committed suicide, we have recieved a mission from the boss himself in his wake!
we must take the bosses daughter from the bodyguard gang to protect his identity!"
and you look at them, see the love there that is sleeping.
* "ciao amore mio, come va la vita?"means "hello my love, how's life?"
buongiorno means good morning
authors note:
i hate this prologue: it feels un creative and badly descriptive. i'm better at writing than this and i know that so i apologise for the length and disappointing quality of this chapter, but i hope it does its job of somewhat setting the stage. bye, arrivederci and au revoir !
wrote on 8/4/24 :3
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