In Bocca Al Lupo

38- Rats

Having been led into the kitchen by Fugo, the two of us were left to scrounge around for anything to eat. Saddened by the state of the hitman team's fridge, I made a mental note to harass Giorno into giving them a better pay. Fixing myself a measly bowl of cereal, I let Fugo snatch up the spot next to me with an equally sad looking breakfast.

With basically nothing to talk about and no way to start a conversation, Fugo and I ate our cereal in a comfortable silence. Lingering in the kitchen for a while after I was done, I waved Fugo off to signal that he didn't need to stay if he didn't want to. Fugo chose to remain nearby, patiently waiting for me to work up the courage to see the other people who lived here.

Knowing there was no use in stalling, I shoved my hands in my pockets and strolled into the living room as casually as possible. Seeing a standing Risotto looking like he was in the middle of a demonstration of how to blend in with a flock of flamingos. Whatever fear I had of talking to him died at the sight of Risotto holding his arms out to steady himself, one of his legs bent behind him. Perhaps I should have kept some of that fear.

"Hey, Risotto," I greeted him a bit too casually considering he could easily kick his leg at me and destroy my bloodline with his shoe. Too amused at the sight of his flamingo pose, I raised my eyebrows at the realization that he was also completely shirtless, speaking without thinking, "And hello to you to, Risotto's massive breasts."

The sound of liquid snorting out of somebody's nose didn't snap me out my frozen horror, Risotto's expression going from neutral to just as startled as I was. Once the shock wore off, Risotto put his raised leg back on the ground, "What did you just say?"

Unable to weasel my way out of this hole since I needed someplace with a bed, I steeled myself and stood my ground against Risotto, "Your, uh, chest is large. And inviting."

Risotto's eyes dipped down to peek at his own chest, the man not-so subtly flexing and puffing his chest out. Guessing he wasn't too mad if that was the case, I let a wide grin spread onto my face and strode right up to him. Holding my arms out in invitation for a hug, I raised my eyebrows and hoped Risotto wouldn't leave me hanging.

Unfortunately for me, Risotto just looked like he was my mildly offended by the offer, "Are you seriously asking me for a hug?"

"Do you accept?" I asked, keeping my arms at my sides despite how sore they were quickly becoming. Risotto remained silent for what felt like a century before finally nodding at me. Swamping him as best I could into a tight hug, I wrapped my arms around Risotto's buff torso. Risotto gave me gentle pats on the head, stroking my hair softly.

Letting go of him before it got too weird, I stole the spot on the couch directly behind Risotto. Waiting for him to either get his ass out of my face or sit down somewhere else, I crossed my arms over my chest and laid back against the couch. Fugo made a beeline to snag the spot next to me, squeezing himself in between myself and a drowsy looking Prosciutto.

Risotto begrudgingly left for another spot, remaining standing and giving Illuso the prime view of his admittedly thick ass, giving me a sharp look and getting straight to business, "Now with the greetings out of the way, I believe we can go onto phase two."

"We had phases?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Risotto seemed very unamused, but understood my confusion.

"Of course we do," Risotto shrugged off my question, "Step two is to ensure proper payment and then some from the Boss. Our own territory."

"That's right, we have to make sure that this Giovanna kid knows we aren't playing around," Despite the sleepy look in his eyes, Prosciutto leaned forwards and set his elbows onto his legs to support his wait. After ensuring that he had caught everyone nearby's attention, he unknowingly triggered something inside me, "He needs to understand that we are by no means the rats that make up the lowest part of this gang."