Buongiorno.
Ciao.
I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. May I ask your name?
Perotto Calderon. Piacere di conoscerti, signorina.
Likewise, Signore Calderon. I am Gratia DeViltori.
/inclines head/ I am not usually in this area, in regards to your previous statement.
Buongiorno.
Ciao.
I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. May I ask your name?
Perotto Calderon. Piacere di conoscerti, signorina.
sooooooo in an amazing move of what I could only describe as incredible stupidity and overreaching, I’ve managed to kill all of my RP muses.
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I—
whoops.
I have not had the drive to RP in a looong while.
Maybe it’ll come back… but until then, I think I’m just going to stay off my RP accounts for awhile. Please come visit me on my personal though. ;u; <3 Sorry to the people I owe posts to, sob.
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/inclines head in greeting/
- June 26
- , 2012
(( AAAAAAAAAAND I definitely meant to reply to that as Gaspar whoops wrong account ))
- June 25
- , 2012
Pressing a finger to his lips, Federico fought down an amused look. “The factions are a secret. You had your own joke, I have mine. You do have an interesting face, though. I find it hard to believe you don’t have many women after you.” He glanced around, before indicating to follow, searching for any number of the groups in gangs that roamed the city streets. “As for noses,” he pointed to his own, still a bit bruised from his last fight. “You just have to hit back harder and run faster when there are guards. Simple. Don’t worry. I’ll have your back.”
Perotto quirked a grin, though inside he felt a bit cold. He hoped he was getting worked up over nothing, but years of training in spying made him doubt.
“I’m afraid being dirt poor does little to attract, amico. Besides, I’ve far too much going on to find a woman,” he replied, as he moved to follow. “Thieving, for example, he quipped. “And lets hope keeping my nose remains the greater of my problems in this particular line of work.”
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yeah imma go sleep quq <333333 ILU GUYS
/chu/
I’ll make replies tomorrow =v=
Perotto couldn’t help but let a small, sad smile move onto his face. “I admit, I have some skill for it. I take from those with too much to spare, and only enough to keep me fed and housed.” Perotto considered Federico’s offer, his hand coming up to his chin. “I am feeling rather famished. It’s been a… while since I have eaten. Do you actually need help?” He grinned at Federico.
“Of course. You can be my side-kick, my distraction in case anything goes wrong,” Federico said with a smirk as he playfully nudged the man. He stepped right next to him, invading his space without thought to look around. “I target the tail ends of groups, particularly the younger, rowdy troublemakers.” His eyes flitted over to Perotto’s. “Spoiled punks, mainly. Easier to fight off with less consequences, if need be.”
Perotto felt a small rise of competitive energy within him, but tried to ignore it. Best to let the boy think he was not competent… or at least, not as much. “Very well. If possible, however, I’d like very much to avoid a fight. Have to keep my face pretty if I’m going to convince anyone I’m worth doing business with, since I’m no mercenary.” Perotto grinned at his small joke— he knew he was handsome enough, but ‘pretty’ was hardly a word used to describe him. “Lead the way, young maestro.”
Federico shot him a boyish smile. “Interesting business you have, if an important part of it is looking attractive. Not a mercenary, barely a thief,” he spoke in jest, intentionally prodding for a reaction like he did so many times with his family. “What’s left in the main factions after that, then?” Maestro, though. He did like the sound of that.
Perotto’s smile faltered a moment, but he put it back on as quickly as possible. “The main factions? I’m not quite sure I understand your meaning. Your implications are not lost on me, however, and I’m afraid you’ll just have to settle for being incorrect about that one.” Perotto rested his hands on his hips, waiting. “Besides, if I want a job as someone’s personal guard, or messenger, or any such thing, I’d rather not do so without a nose or some such.”
Perotto couldn’t help but let a small, sad smile move onto his face. “I admit, I have some skill for it. I take from those with too much to spare, and only enough to keep me fed and housed.” Perotto considered Federico’s offer, his hand coming up to his chin. “I am feeling rather famished. It’s been a… while since I have eaten. Do you actually need help?” He grinned at Federico.
“Of course. You can be my side-kick, my distraction in case anything goes wrong,” Federico said with a smirk as he playfully nudged the man. He stepped right next to him, invading his space without thought to look around. “I target the tail ends of groups, particularly the younger, rowdy troublemakers.” His eyes flitted over to Perotto’s. “Spoiled punks, mainly. Easier to fight off with less consequences, if need be.”
Perotto felt a small rise of competitive energy within him, but tried to ignore it. Best to let the boy think he was not competent… or at least, not as much. “Very well. If possible, however, I’d like very much to avoid a fight. Have to keep my face pretty if I’m going to convince anyone I’m worth doing business with, since I’m no mercenary.” Perotto grinned at his small joke— he knew he was handsome enough, but ‘pretty’ was hardly a word used to describe him. “Lead the way, young maestro.”
