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[nellacerniera]

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[nellacerniera]

There's something suspicious about him.

[Just. Flat-out.]

I haven't had any reason to not be civil, so I've been trying to keep it under wraps, but I don't like the feeling he gives me. And while he seems harmless... Well. That's dangerous in its own right.

[ripetuto]

And the fact he looks a lot like Trish?

[nellacerniera]

Also has been bothering me.

Again, I haven't had any reason to be anything besides civil, but...

[ripetuto]

He's fucking suspicious.

[nellacerniera]

Yeah. I want to keep an eye on him.

[ripetuto]

Likewise. There's just something about him that doesn't sit right--especially with how much like Trish he looks despite saying he doesn't know her or her mom.

[nellacerniera]

He said that, huh...

[Mmmn, he doesn't like that one bit.]

Did anything else stand out?

[ripetuto]

Yeah. When we were talking, there was a weird flash of light or something across the screen and then his camera shut off. He acted like he had no idea what I was talking about, though.

[nellacerniera]

... Hm.

[Man.]

We should definitely keep an eye on him, then. [A beat.] We could probably take him in a direct fight if we have to, at least.

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio straight up laughs at that.]

Bucciarati, I could break that stronzo over my knee without breaking a sweat. He's a fucking twink. Narancia has more muscle on him than that guy.

[nellacerniera]

[... Bucciarati has to pause for a moment, when Abbacchio laughs.

He closes his eyes, with what's almost an amused huff. (He can't help but note Abbacchio has a nice laugh.)]

Fair enough. But yeah, the point is, at least in some way, we don't have to worry.

[ripetuto]

Not at all. Unless Narancia runs his mouth, but let me handle that.

[nellacerniera]

Right. Thanks, Abbacchio.