Mafia AU

[misfittoys]

[ A tale of two people leading double-lives and the inevitable misunderstandings that follow ]

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[misfittoys]

[ The tray does connect with an uncomfortably loud clang, Tartaglia stunned for the precious seconds it takes for Zhongli to scurry away. Thankfully the jagged edge of his mask turns away the majority of the strike, both metals bending under the curve of the other's weight. It's quite amazing, Tartaglia thinks, as a thin trickle of blood drips down his temple.

(So the rabbit has fangs. Aha~! Tartaglia did, too, the first day he fell into this world.)

The Harbinger's first instinct is to lash out— sever a tendon on the heels of the retreating staff to halt him in his tracks. It wouldn't be the first time he's handled a encounter against a particularly slippery foe in such a manner. Those who tried to outrun their debts tended to flee than stand the ground, after all.

But oh~ his interest is further piqued as a pot goes sailing harmlessly over his head; he doesn't even have to dodge the clumsy thing as it whistles harmlessly by. So much bravery and for what? Were the followers of Rex Lapis so loyal that they'd throw everything away just so that those of higher rank and value might escape? Or were these the last desperate throes of a man who saw death approaching cloaked in silvers and reds like a blade dipped in blood?

Tartaglia's voice pitches low with a promise of violence that never colors Ajax's words: ]

Doesn't want any trouble, he says.

[ And yet he sounds so terrible pleased even as he taunts.

Like the tide coming in at dusk, Tartaglia rises, stalking carefully toward his prey, his grin stretches wide behind his mask. It can't hurt right — just a little detour. A fun little romp to test the other's limits. ]