[ Ciro's sick. He knows he's sick. He figures it's just a bad case of the stomach flu.

It would definitely explain his headache, the fever, and why he was vomiting. He knows now not to go around eating after two days of not doing so at all. The very thought of food makes him sick to his stomach. To make matters worse, he began waking up in the ( Read more... )

[ no. no, this--this can't be! today...today is that horrible, dreadful day! the day into which people try to...to...to give him things! a-and ask him what he wants! UGH. he's always dreaded this day, hated it with all of his might. he can never answer their questions, nope, not ever--it's always too hard. he's one of the most infuriating ( Read more... )

[ quite frankly, sicily never cared for people who didn't support the mafia. he didn't before, and he hopes they know he doesn't care now. but still...if that other guy gets caught, he's seriously going to think about assassinations. a report came in and, apparently, he got this news late--an underboss got caught. and milan, as expected, couldn't ( Read more... )

[ there was always something tedious about opening his top drawer and entering the code or what not. it usually just opened after that and he was free to take one out and reload or arm if needed. but noooo, not this time. it locked up and ciro is displeased to say the least. though, having encountered this problem at home once or twice he's ( Read more... )

[ he has always liked Fur Elise. he really has, but sitting at the piano in one of the rooms is really driving him nuts. Two four, three four, three eight, three eight--yeah. luckily he's calm enough to play it through twice before stopping and sighing. his side hurts; and though he doesn't want to use it as an excuse, he will. after all, his ( Read more... )

( That one character survery thing. :|b )

[ you know, it's just that time of the year when snow falls and the temperature drops. it's also the only time of the year when you'll fine sicily, having just gotten out of the bathroom all cleanly...IN A BARRICADE OF BLANKETS ALL AROUND HIM, NEXT TO HIS HEATER, FOR SOME REASON SHIRTLESS, WITH ONE OF HIS RIFLES NEARBY. no, sicily doesn't hate ( Read more... )

[ he likes his room, obviously. great bed, his flippin desk, paperwork--he sees someone's slacking off on their report, the fact that his weapons are all here, his laptop, and awwww gawd. The best thing? HIS FLIPPIN' CLOSET. All of his clothes--they are there. Beautiful. Nice and organized, just the way he likes it. HEY, IS THAT THE SUIT HE ( Read more... )

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