--Ink and Flowers--

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio steps outside of his flower shop to take a break and leave Fugo to man everything by himself as a learning experience. The kid will never learn if he isn't made to do it, and the couple of customers wandering around are just perfect for this. It'll give Abbacchio plenty of time to get mad at idiots on Twitter and revitalize him for the rest of his day.

He's distracted by the people moving stuff into one of the empty shops on the street, mostly because he has no fucking clue what any of that is.]

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[nellacerniera]

[And one of the people moving things into that shop--usually helping, but occasionally stopping to direct the others--is apparently taking a break for the moment.

He pauses when he feels eyes on him. When he turns to look and spots Abbacchio, he waves, smiling.]

[ripetuto]

[Oh. A wave.]

Your place?

[nellacerniera]

Yes, that's right. Tattoo parlor, if you're wondering.

[ripetuto]

That would explain what looked like gurneys and shit, yeah.

[He jerks a thumb back at the florist.]

We're neighbors.

[nellacerniera]

Ah, so we're going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on. [He chuckles.] Bruno Bucciarati, nice to meet you.

[ripetuto]

Leone Abbacchio. And we really will--I live in the apartment above my shop.

[nellacerniera]

Ah, what a coincidence! I'm going to be living in the apartment above mine.

[Hell yes, hot new neighbor--]

[ripetuto]

Oh? Hey, lemme know if you need help getting shit up the stairs. They're a bitch to navigate, but I'm strong.

[nellacerniera]

You know, that'd be a huge help, actually. Thanks.

[ripetuto]

One sec.

[Abbacchio sticks his head in the shop to tell Fugo he's helping the new guys next door before coming back out.]

So, what needs lifting?

[nellacerniera]

[Bruno indicates some of the boxes left--ones just big enough that he'd have a hard time moving them on his own, but they shouldn't be any problem for Abbacchio.]

Those, right there.

[ripetuto]

Oh, no problem.

[And he just. Lifts two of the boxes without breaking a sweat.]

Lead on.

[nellacerniera]

[And lead on Bruno does!

(After taking a moment or two to quietly admire Abbacchio. Shhhh.)

He leads on up to the apartment.]

Just go ahead and set them down anywhere.

[ripetuto]

[He finds the nearest empty space and does just that, taking a moment to look around.]

Any others?

[nellacerniera]

There's just a couple more boxes. Seriously, thank you again for your help.

[As he starts heading back downstairs so they can get the rest of boxes.]

[ripetuto]

Of course. I didn't see any movers and like I said, the stairs are a bitch to navigate.

[nellacerniera]

They really are...

[There's just a couple of the bigger boxes left, and one that Bruno finds more manageable, seeing as he's picking that one up himself.]

[ripetuto]

[And they're brought up shortly.]

There we we go. Lemme know if you need anything else, any time. Fugo's usually working so I can step away for a minute or two.

[nellacerniera]

I think that's it for now. Again, thank you.

[ripetuto]

Any time.

[And off he goes! Taking a minute once he's back in his shop to breathe because holy shit hot neighbor what the fuck.

The day goes on and things start to close up, and the restaurants and food trucks start to open up. It's almost more bustling once the retail shops close!

Abbacchio hauls Fugo out to the food trucks, refusing to take "no" for an answer when he informs the kid that Abbacchio is buying dinner.]

[infezione]

[Fugo has learned that when food is involved, there is no arguing with Abbacchio. So, he's at least stopped.

As the two of them look around at the food trucks, Fugo pauses.]

Hey, isn't that the guy from earlier?

[Because of course Bruno's looking around as well.]

[ripetuto]

Hm?

[Oh.]

Yeah, Bucciarati. [Loudly:] Hey!

[nellacerniera]

[Bruno turns when he hears his name called, then perks up when he sees Abbacchio.]

Oh, Abbacchio, hey!

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio heads over, trusting Fugo to follow after him.]

Didn't think you'd come out for all of this tonight. It's exhausting.

[nellacerniera]

[Yeah, yeah, Fugo's coming.]

I wanted to at least check it out.