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Gushka walked in and waited at one of the terminals. He sighed and looked around for her. She would be easy to spot...considering her way of...dressing. She did have strange tastes for a woman so high up on the food chain of this world.

Catia walked around the airport with a frown on beautiful, red painted lips. He stilettos clicked with every step she took. Black stockings, held up by an unseen garter belt, caressed very long slender legs. A black shirt that came up to her thighs fitted snuggly against her hips. Rather shapely hips might i add. Her torso was just barely contained by a white button up and a vest...the button up was barely buttoned up. her very large breasts almost popped out of her damn shirt. In retrospect she looked like a slutty librarian. For she was wearing some thin eye glasses and her hair was curled and rested on her shoulder. The curls bouncing with every graceful step she took.

Not more than two steps behind the woma was a blond man, dressed business casual, black slacks a nice shirt and a coat. Of course he was made to deag along both his and her luggage... This is why he hated traveling with others. The look on Gen's face was one of agitation. He really wanted to get the hell out of here and light up his entire pack of smokes. "The brat better get here quick..."


"Yeah I think that would help a bit..." Amarante agreed with Imelda.

Imelda stood quietly next to Gushka, scrutinizing most everyone who passed by. Just in case there was a threat nearby, and also because she needed something to do...But the girl looked up to check out the two people he had called for and stared a little. Very, uh, interesting guardians he had...Her eyes flashed away from them, catching her rude behavior, and went back to people watching.

She smiled and hurried over to him and pulled him into a hug, "Oh how is little boss." She said as she smoothed down his hair, "So unrul--"

Gushka yanked himself back his face a bright red. "Let's just go." God how embarrassing. She was always doing stuff like that in public. She didn't give two shits about his hair when they were just laying around doing nothing.

She smirked, "I'm just teasing." She ruffled back up his hair and took her suitcase from Gen, "You may go kill yourself now with your death sticks." She said in a flat tone of voice.

Gen twitched as he recieved 'permission' go smoke. He didn't care, he was bout to drop her bags when they found the boss and take off anyway. Since they were all heading outside he could hold out right? Not really, he ended up walking ahead of the group passing the girl that accompanied their boss to the airport. As soon as he was outside he had a cig in his mouth and a lighter in his hand. By the time the rest of them made it outside he was already on his second stick, and looking a lot better.

Amarante walked with the young boss and the new woman in the group, glancing up at Imelda every so often. "I just realized.... I don't know anyone's names..." she laughed in embarrassment.

Imelda shrugged off the smell, so used to it, it didn't even phase her. Somewhere along the lines, cigarette smoke had become just the same as the air around her. The Italian brushed through the crowds, almost bored with her little guide mission, but trying to make the best of it for the tiny Boss' sake. Had to be good, had to be good. It wasn't her name that would be sullied, it would the Vongola name, and she could never live with that. She'd sooner kill herself.

Gushka sighed. He didn't want them arguing again. He tugged on Catia's arm and pulled her off from the group a little. "Gen you can do as you wish. I wish to speak with Catia about some...incidents that have been occurring in Russia." He took her baggage.

Catia nodded, "Yes i have news about...THAT. Rather bad for our family really."