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*He gets a text message regarding how the guys are running out of ways to keep Pietrina up at Rosso Castello. stressed He dials and says he'll be right there. He's got to keep her up there as long as he can.

He puts his phone back, takes out a cigar and lights up all while staring at this cop…like he's staring into his soul. stare He excuses himself and makes his way up to try and distract his lovely Dolce Cosa.*

cat_gonk Stop shaking me!

*Smok jumps up, hissing at Tes*

Smok, no! *grabs the dragon and holds him against her* Sorry, he's protective. cat_sweatdrop

*thinks about the question he'd asked* Well, that depends. It is a fair fight? I have a feeling you could have an advantage if it's not.

Hmm... Yeah, that's probably true. It's hard to tell who would win, I haven't actually seen either of you fight that I can remember.

*REMOVED*
((I was on an old screen from leaving the office))

Ah! Speaking of injuries and the like... ninja
*retrieves the contract from his chair and lays it on the table between his and Tes' chair, only unfurling it enough to show the signature lines* ninja

Antonio has provided us with yet another article to sign.
Ugh... again? gonk What now? stressed
*pulls a pen out of an inside jacket pocket and scribbles his name next to an X on the parchment without even waiting for an answer*
Something to do with Giovanni's... *ahem*... mishaps in your body. Oh, you will also need to add a drop of blood after the signature.
*pauses as he puts the pen away and stares at Ry*
... seriously?
*nods* I am afraid so.
*groans and unsheathes a dagger from a holster strapped to his thigh, pricks his thumb with it, then presses the blood into the parchment*
I told you this was coming. You said I was being ridiculous, and yet here we are. Next they'll be asking for a kidney stare

*licks the remaining blood from his thumb and slides the dagger back into its sheath*

*completely recognizes the dagger he just used and gives him an incredulous look*
You are using your actual weapons for this scene? gonk

Yeah, so? emotion_eyebrow
SO!? gonk You could fatally injure katana with those! gonk
Yeah, well, according to you and the majority of the crew, I'm going to lose the fight anyway so she's apparently got nothing to worry about rolleyes Besides, I can use my armory for free ninja Having props made costs money.

Through all the comings and goings in the castle and various noises around him, Antonio continued to sleep and didn't awaken until he'd had what must have been at least 12 hours of rest. During that time, one of the several dreams he'd had involved Giovanni and his brothers shoving him into a locker and demanding he do their math homework for them. stressed The horrible crick in his neck, inability to move, and partially upright position that he woke to made him believe for a moment that perhaps it wasn't just a dream. gonk However, the air wasn't nearly stale and metallic enough to be from the inside of a locker, and even with his eyes closed there appeared to be too much light.

Thinking it was perhaps just sleep paralysis keeping him from being able to move, he tried to will himself into a more alert state to break through it, but it persisted as it usually does. stare However, the more aware he became, the more it seemed it wasn't sleep paralysis as he could feel the sting of coarse rope scraping against his skin as he struggled to move. It was especially tight around his wrists, each bound separately to armrests on either side, and at his ankles, which were tied together and tethered to the legs of the chair he was sitting in.

Once the reality of his situation sank in, his eyes shot open to assess his surroundings, heart racing. Unfortunately, do to his extreme case of myopia and lack of glasses, he couldn't make out a thing aside from blurry red shapes. Although, the color alone he took some solace in as it appeared that he was at least still in his sister's castle. However, this room, while still spacious, was clearly smaller than the entryway that he last remembered being in before closing his eyes. When was he moved? Why? And by whom? Was he drugged at some point to have not noticed any of this at all? gonk

And if all that wasn't troublesome enough, he additionally took notice of his attire... or perhaps, more accurately, the lack thereof. eek The coat and vest he was wearing were gone, his shirt unbuttoned and barely draped over him, and the undershirt beneath ripped to shreds. His trousers were open and pushed down to his knees, leaving only his boxers to cover his privates, and even the fly on those were unbuttoned. Were he at home, he would actually find this rather exciting because he'd know who left him in this disheveled state and the likely circumstances surrounding it ninja , but the fact of the matter was that he wasn't at home stressed

"s**t... Florence is going to kill me..." stressed

As he continued to struggle and further analyze his situation, he then took notice of the smudges of lipstick around his navel and the fly of his boxers. His face turned pale as he additionally remembered a conversation he'd had with his sister some years back regarding his relationship with Florence and how much she didn't want to lose her as a nanny.

".... Triny is going to kill me!" gonk

*sips on a Tequila sunrise* stare
Why can't I get a damn whiskey at this hour?
*starts feeling a bit better but still feels less in control than before* neutral

She heard Psy yelling as she came downstairs to get ready to head to wardrobe and prepare for the day. She looked over and smirked at Tony and knew that's what she was 'supposed to know nuttin about. xd Best thing to do now is to distract her friend.

"Morning, Psy. Now that Tony is taken care of, why don't you escort me to Wardrobe and introduce me to Sergio & Gunter?" She linked her arm with Psy's and gently began walking towards the front door, chattering about her excitement of meeting the 2 men and looking forward to her transformation to the Queen of Diamonds.