--Vampires--

[ripetuto]

[Leone Abbacchio wanders around Napoli late at night, bored and not entirely sober. He left the police academy because, frankly, fuck the police nowadays, but ever since he's been at loose ends. His parents won't talk to him, he doesn't have many other friends, and frankly his job right now sucks. It's just a dead end job at the grocery store down the street from his favorite bar and it sucks.

Everything sucks.

Whatever.]

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[nellacerniera]

[Bruno Bucciarati has existed for a long time--comes with the territory when you're a vampire.

Part of him still misses the sun even after all these years, but... Well, it's fine.

He's out for a walk late one night, when he's... not entirely watching where he's going, so it's only by the grace of his reflexes that he avoids a collision.]

Ah! Sorry about that.

[... Handsome...]

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio doesn't even realize he's on a collision course until he's carefully side-stepped.]

Hm?

[Oh, handsome.]

It's fine. I wasn't watching where I was going, either.

[nellacerniera]

[... Hmm.]

You look like you could use some company for a while. Mind if I join you?

[ripetuto]

[What. Abbacchio gives the guy a Look, but just shrugs. He can probably take this guy in a fight, even if he is tipsy.]

Whatever. I'm just killing time until I'm too tired to give a damn.

[nellacerniera]

Well, killing time is always more enjoyable with someone else, I've found.

[He slides his hands into his pockets and moves so he can fall into step alongside Abbacchio.]

[ripetuto]

Maybe. Are you new to Napoli?

[nellacerniera]

Ah, well, I lived here a while back, but I just got here from Milano.

[ripetuto]

Does Milano suck as much as Napoli?

[nellacerniera]

Well, I like Napoli better.

[He snorts.]

[ripetuto]

[A bitter sort of laugh.]

Damn, that bad, huh? Ah, well. Not like I can leave.

[nellacerniera]

Well, it might just be the bad memories in my case.

[But the last part makes him pause and look over at Abbacchio.]

[ripetuto]

[If Bruno's curious, he'll have to ask. Still, as they walk people spot Abbacchio and seem to actively avoid him.]

[nellacerniera]

[Hm. He doesn't think he likes that.]

Can't leave?

[ripetuto]

That costs money, and I tend to drink what I don't spend on rent.

[nellacerniera]

Ah.

[A beat.]

Well, Milano's better than Venezia.

[ripetuto]

Yeah, and so is France.

[nellacerniera]

[Snickering.]

Okay, fair, low bar.

[ripetuto]

[He huffs a laugh.]

...Abbacchio.

[nellacerniera]

Bucciarati. It's nice to meet you.

[ripetuto]

Yeah.

[They pass by some young cops around Abbacchio's age. One makes some vaguely disparaging remark and gestures in their direction while the other laughs. Abbacchio ignores them.]

[nellacerniera]

[... Hm. He can't say he cares for that any.

Abbacchio may be content to ignore them, but you bet Bucciarati is glaring daggers.]

[ripetuto]

Oooh, so scary. Bet you won't be so scary when I get my--

Shut up, Salsiccia, before I start recording. And don't you even start, Uovo.

[The cops scoff before they head off, clearly still gossiping as they go.]

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati's still glaring, but he closes his eyes and sighs as the cops head off.

It is only the fact that Abbacchio's right there that kept Bucciarati from actively trying to be scary.]

[ripetuto]

Ignore them. They're fuckers and only got into the academy in the first place by bribing, I'm pretty sure. No idea who let them graduate.

[nellacerniera]

Idiots would be my guess.

[Bucciarati.]