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 Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 8:12 pm
 Sighing, Abele slowly strolled his way through the courtyard, and into the house. It had been a long day, and a stressful one indeed- while that idiot Don had been messing around, poor `Ele had been left to pick up the pace of the family, keeping the members in tip-top shape and order. Not only that, but he could swear his hands were stiffening up from the sheer lack of hits..... Life was just not fair.
Glancing around suspiciously at the lack of noise, `Ele slipped his boots off at the door, and wandered further in side, flipping the light switch on as he went. "Hello? I'm back, any of you idiots still around? Or have you all run off?" He shouted lightly, his even voice echoing softly through the rooms.
Abele finally reached the kitchen with a grin. Snack time, he though evilly, as his eye caught the last slice of Cos' chocolate raspberry cake.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 8:28 pm
 The day had been too long for Ceilo, the abnormally male-looking girl had been placed at the beck and call of the stupid Don, although she blamed herself for giving him the palm-sized intercom so he could call her when he needed. Coveralls keeping her butler outfit from view, she worked in a secret passageway behind the walls of the kitchen, setting up her space.
She grumbled to herself as a bolt finally found corresponding grooves to hook into, spun it into place, and stood up from her bent position as her hearing picked up the sounds of muffled feet on the stone flooring. Reaching for a bottle of water in the dark space, she poured a bit into her hands to slick back her hair with, before pulling her coveralls away from her normal black and white outfit.
Taking five steps forward, her left foot found a loose tile, and light flooded the room opposite of the large refrigerator and next to the sink. Ceilo rolled her eyes, and looking down at the hand that still held her wrench, walked into the kitchen silently with the door to her passageway blending back into the wall.
"Don't even think about it trans-boy. Last time you ate the rest of his cake, I had to make him five more. How much time do you think I wasted baking while I could have been working?!"
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 8:51 pm
"Don't even think about it trans-boy. Last time you ate the rest of his cake, I had to make him five more. How much time do you think I wasted baking while I could have been working?!"
Oops, caught red-handed... Abele groaned lightly, before peering up over the refrigerator door. "Oh good evening, Ceilo. How was your day?" he drawled, leaning against the appliance. "I hope you managed to avoid catching Cos' disease...."
Searching the fridge again, he pulled out a cartoon of milk.... it was, thankfully, still good. Abele carefully poured it into his mouth, with just a tiny bit spilling over his pert lips- Cos clearly had forgotten it was his day to do dishes. Again.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 9:09 pm
"Use a cup." Ceilo replied shortly, stepping farther into the kitchen. Five tiles from the sink, she knelt down and pressed her fingers in a pattern to the floor, and waited for the stone to pop up with a hiss. She stowed her wrench, and stood up, using her foot to press the stone back down with an audible 'click'. "He probably caught his disease from you," She added as an afterthought. "if you always drink from the carton."
Her eyes backtracked to the sink, and her hands almost screamed in abuse. The plates, bowls, glasses, and silverware towered precariously over the steel rim. Clean-freak tenancies kicking in, she rolled up her sleeves and started carefully separating the tableware. Plates, then bowls, and silverware in the left bin, and cups in the right, because they went on the top rack of the dishwasher.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 9:19 pm
"Use a cup."
Abele snorted, albeit as gracefully as one can with a mouth full of milk, and swallowed quickly with a sneer. "A cup.... I would if I could, but it seems that stupid Don conveniently forgot he was on kitchen duty tonight." Shrugging, he uselessly pointed at the tottering tower of dishes that adorned and clogged the nearby sink.
"He probably caught his disease from you, if you always drink from the carton."
He watched her movements carefully, though rather lazily, as she went about cleaning up the kitchen- her OCD had obviously gotten the best of her at the sight of the train wreaked kitchen. He was a bit insulted- despite their banter, they both shared an annoyance in the form of an airhead named Cos. It slide off though. Abele was far to use to taking hits- both physical and verbal. "Ah, I was, of course, referring to the Don's serious case of idiocy, but perhaps its only my inner optimist hoping that he'll catch my cold."
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 9:40 pm
"Ah, I was, of course, referring to the Don's serious case of idiocy, but perhaps its only my inner optimist hoping that he'll catch my cold."
Ceilo's eye twitched, and almost wishing she still had her wrench so she could whack Abele with it. "He does have a cold." She ground out, slowly turning around at the sink to look at Abele.
"Are you or have you been sick while drinking directly from something most everyone in this home shares?" She asked pointedly, almost ready to strangle the feminine-boy if he had indeed been the cause of her almost constant running around and the whim of their so-called family head. The sound of sliding caught her hearing, and spinning around, she caught a crystal cup sliding off a stack of dishes she had yet to organize, right before it fell to it's shattered grave atop a stack of forks she had finished gathering.
"Ugh..." Ceilo mumbled, finding it streaked with evidence that the one who had used it was sick. She doused the cup and her hand in water from the sink, as hot as it could produce, and a squirt of the scentless dish soap. Had the family's previous head not asked her to live there under the guise of the family's butler, the annoyed girl would probably be back home in Italy, wrenches in hand and forehead streaked with grease.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 10:00 pm
"He does have a cold."
Abele's red and blue eyes widened in surprise. "Really now? is he in bed then?" He asked, a bit concerned, but rather put-out by the idea that he was. That look which Ceilo was shooting towards him was a rather frightening one, the girl could be one heck of a nightmare when she wanted to be.
"Are you or have you been sick while drinking directly from something most everyone in this home shares?"
Abele looked away for a second, confirming all possible escape routes before looking innocently back at the taller girl. "Perhaps.... but the best way to rid oneself of a cold is to give it away." `Ele slowly approached the sink to help with the clean-up of the toxic dish heap. Slipping on a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves that hung hugely around his slender fingers and wrists, he began scrubbing at a pot while purposefully ignoring the groans and glares of displeasure from the impromptu butler.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 10:33 pm
"Perhaps.... but the best way to rid oneself of a cold is to give it away." Pulling a toothpick from her pocket, she chewed on it furiously while sorting and stacking the dishes on the side of the sink, moving farther over as the slender boy ventured into the toxic heap of normal dishes and dishes encrusted with the common cold. "The best way to rid oneself of an annoyance, is to dispose of it yourself..." She mumbled around the cinnamon-infused wood, calm spirit poisoned by her furious Italian grumbles. "Just think, today I could have been at home, shining my weapons, training with the main branch, only washing what I dirty..."
The silver-haired girl supposed she didn't really hate Abele as much as she seemed to. Although she was annoyed with him for causing the idiot Don to get sick, and as a chain reaction, her loosing a full day's time to do things like updating weapons and maintenance. Honestly, who did they think fixed up the house when things like holes in the walls happened?! Furious frown slowly turning into a plush-lipped pout, Ceilo sunk into a mental world of complaint, and unconsciously took over washing the dirty tableware from Abele. Practiced motions made quick work of the cups, and she tossed the sponge gracefully on top of the plates, letting it rest there while she rinsed and set them on a rack to dry.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 11:13 pm
 Cos yelped softly as he stumbled over his own feet, neatly running smack into the front door. With a groan he peeled his face off of the glass, letting out a nervous laugh when he saw a greasy imprint of his cheek on the window. The black haired teen then, as silently as he was able, opened the door, sneakily hopping into the house, his ears perking up at the sound of the clattering of dishes and running water.
's**t, they're gonna kill me...' he thought to himself, slipping his muddy shoes off and picking them up, quietly sneaking his way to the stairs. 'Just gotta make it back up to my room and I'm home free!'
Cos managed to make his way halfway up the stairs, but just as he took one too hasty of a step, he stubbed his toe against the stair step, letting out a yelp of pain. He quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth, keeping incredibly still, his heart pounding harshly in his chest.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 11:24 pm
Abele continued his casual crusade against the filthy dishes, grinning despite himself at the mumbled rushed Italian spewing from his companion, directed at no one in particular. The smell of Ceilo's toothpick was strong enough to lessen the pungent sting of the dishes. The sound of the clink of dishes and the running of water faded into a comforting hum through the night....
Electricity ran up and down Abele's spine, and he stiffen suddenly. Someone was at the door... Giving a relaxed smile at Ceilo, `Ele meandered his way to the front room, to be greeted by an entirely too common sight- Cos bent over clutching something in pain.
"What is it this time, you clumsy oaf? Your knee? ankle? shin? toe?" he sighed sharply from behind the newest Head. "And.... where exactly where you? Ceilo tells me you have a cold.... don't tell me you went out for comics again."
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 11:38 pm
Ceilo had long since ceased her grumbles long before the sound of squelching reached her ears, followed by a thwunk. Setting another fork into the right side of the bin with the rest of the just cleaned cutlery, she chomped down on her toothpick. "I was wondering why it was so damn quiet." she grumbled to herself in annoyance.
After lunch she had strictly told the young head to stay in his room after he had started babbling about some 'new release'. But of course, he did not listen to someone he thought was hired on as a servant. Ceilo watched Abele out the corner of her eyes as he smiled and exited the room smoothly. She almost smiled, overhearing him interrogate the other boy.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 11:49 pm
"What is it this time, you clumsy oaf? Your knee? ankle? shin? toe?"
Cos's body tensed up as he nervously grinned at the very girly looking man, Abele. Hell, Cos wasn't even sure that freak was male.
"U-uhh...it was my toe, ahaha..." he sheepishly laughed, scratching the back of his head out of nervous habit.
"And.... where exactly were you? Ceilo tells me you have a cold.... don't tell me you went out for comics again."
'Crap! Think quick! THINKTHINKTHINK!' the teen frantically thought to himself, trying to come up with some excuse.
"O-of course I didn't go out to get comics! That would be silly to do while I'm SICK! Hahaha...I was um..just getting some medicine is all," Cos babbled on, waving his arms around wildly as if to emphasize his story, making a point to keep the bag from the comic store from a few blocks away out of sight.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 12:28 am
Abele watched with barely hidden amusement as Cos' body stiffened under his watchful eye. He could practically hear the gears turning desperately in the teen's head... wonderful, what fetching tales of dare will I be subjected to this time?
"U-uhh...it was my toe, ahaha..."
"Ah, I see." `Ele drawled, taking pleasure in the air of nervousness that engulfed the room. Despite his cheerful attitude, there were small pink lines are the other boy's eyes, and his nose looked absolutely red. He was sick, but it didn't seem like Cos had really noticed it himself. Leave it to the idiot to be the last person to realized he had a cold.
"O-of course I didn't go out to get comics! That would be silly to do while I'm SICK! Hahaha...I was um..just getting some medicine is all."
Abele raised a fine eyebrow in skepticism. This dunce actually believed he could pull such a amateur lie over him? Well, well.... Two could play at that game. "Ah, I see. I'm sorry for ever doubting you, Don Gallo...." Abele smiled sweetly, pointing to his forehead. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a bit of that medicine myself, I'm terribly congested...."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 3:03 am
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry for ever doubting you, Don Gallo.... Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a bit of that medicine myself, I'm terribly congested...."
Cos just stared dumbly at the duel-eyed hitman, the gears in his head seeming to have gotten jammed. "O-oh...well uh...NO YOU CAN'T!" he suddenly yelled, an idea popping up into his head just as he was about to hand Abele the bag. " These are prescription meds! It'd be bad to share, right right?!" Cos forced out a loud laugh, feeling very clever about his lie.
With that said (screamed) the young Don went to walk passed Abele and make his way up to his room, his whole body seeming to relax as soon as he was past the girly man.
'Ahaha...totally dodged that bullet,' he thought giddily to himself, clutching the bag in his hands that held his beloved comics to his chest.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 3:16 am
Abele sighed loudly as Cos ran off his tongue with excuses before fleeing to the (apparent) safety of his room. Sometimes, `Ele really had no idea what to do with the kid. It seemed almost unbelievable- that dense kid was the leader of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world. In fact, if Abele himself hadn't been their at the reading of the late Don's will, he would have laughed at the idea.
Giving Ceilo a tired glance, Abele strolled over to a auspicious closet door. Opening it to find innocent coats and scarves, he pushed his way through the mass of cloth to revel a small key hole. `Ele quickly fished the key from around his neck, and slipped inside the secret passageway. Though the hiding place was damp and cold, the hit man quickly made his way up a nearby ladder and silently through the maze of tunnels embedded in the thick ceiling.
When he reached another trap door labeled "KING", he grinned evilly. Peeking carefully through small hole, he noted Cos did indeed have a bag full of comics, which he was giddily reading, paying no attention to the world outside his beloved super heroes. quietly unlocking the trap door, he hung slowly down into Cos' room, his flexible legs wrapped tightly around a bar. Giving his head a shake, he spoke to Cos' back. "So, Doctors prescribe comics for colds these days, kid?"
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