giorno stands at the register of a café he managed to land a job at.
the 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 appears in giorno’s view, and he puts on his best customer service face.
“welcome to il caffé di napoli. what would you like?”
the young Don was
bored. that much was true.
it wasn’t that he disliked
the mundane repetition
of reading and signing papers.
no, he found staying out
of the action quite comforting.
it was with the comfort
that the problem came about.
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having been a stranger
to the feeling throughout
his youth, the sudden change
still unnerved him.
“no.” he replied,
signing his name on the
line of a document.
his stand, golden experience
requiem, was holding
a packet of post-it’s. using
a highlighter to doodle.
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