“Tch, y’might as well th’way you putter around th’kitchen.” G went quite for a moment and took another sip of his drink. He was far from drunk enough to actually start talking about things like what was bothering him. Maybe with Giotto, but if Giotto were here then this wouldn’t have hit him so hard in the first place. He was supposed to act in Giotto’s stead as his right hand man. It was easy for a while. Watch over the family, try to avoid trouble that could get everyone hurt… then Spade came along. He knew Giotto would have willingly accepted the traitor as a friend again, which was something he just could never bring himself to do.
Then, he failed to keep watch over Lampo, and the boy disappeared. Gone to a ring that the Tenth Vongola family would break. He was afraid of what that would be like. Would it hurt? Would he be in pain and trapped in the ring without anything he could do about it?
G was failing his job here. The little bit of purpose he had to keep himself sane in this hellhole was breaking apart. He didn’t want to just have to keep existing in this drudgery day after day just to be someone’s plaything. At this point he almost felt that returning to a doomed ring was better than this. At least then he could do some good until they broke it.
Ugh, if that topic wasn’t the biggest buzz kill. G tipped back the rest of his drink before speaking again, his words now slurring together more.
“I came here t’get so drunk I ferget m’own name. You comin’ here n’getting giggly and tellin’ me all yer troubled wife tales was just lucky entertainment fer me.”
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“Tch, y’might as well th’way you putter around th’kitchen.” G went quite for a moment and took another sip of his drink. He was far from drunk enough to actually start talking about things like what was bothering him. Maybe with Giotto, but if Giotto were here then this wouldn’t have hit him so hard in the first place. He was supposed to act in Giotto’s stead as his right hand man. It was easy for a while. Watch over the family, try to avoid trouble that could get everyone hurt… then Spade came along. He knew Giotto would have willingly accepted the traitor as a friend again, which was something he just could never bring himself to do.
Then, he failed to keep watch over Lampo, and the boy disappeared. Gone to a ring that the Tenth Vongola family would break. He was afraid of what that would be like. Would it hurt? Would he be in pain and trapped in the ring without anything he could do about it?
G was failing his job here. The little bit of purpose he had to keep himself sane in this hellhole was breaking apart. He didn’t want to just have to keep existing in this drudgery day after day just to be someone’s plaything. At this point he almost felt that returning to a doomed ring was better than this. At least then he could do some good until they broke it.
Ugh, if that topic wasn’t the biggest buzz kill. G tipped back the rest of his drink before speaking again, his words now slurring together more.
“I came here t’get so drunk I ferget m’own name. You comin’ here n’getting giggly and tellin’ me all yer troubled wife tales was just lucky entertainment fer me.”