❪ his brows rose upwards, and he shrugged his shoulders. rather lazily. ❫
Or what?
Or you're gonna dumb yourself down even further than, you know? You already have.
❪and this part? right here? after those words? is where he feels the innate urge. the one to question 'or', after the statement made, by his brother.❫
Or what.
❪well, looks like the urge was 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 upon.❫
I don't need to order them.
( his expression was deadpan, and it remained that way. with a nudge of the computer, he slid it right back over to the other side of the desk. right towards his brother. )
I 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 some already.
Okay.
❪merely stated — he'd call the buff of the other. of his 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. stern irony planted amongst him via his expression. and the moving of laptop, back over toward him. and a 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 instruction, was given.❫
So order some.
( his brows raised at that. 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 as to how abrasive of an accusation. is it an accusation? accusation, that is. )
What.
( lips churned upwards, a ' pffft ' sounded from his lips which are now firmly pressed together. )
Antonio.
❪voice merely sparked. gaze turning to face that of his brother next to him.❫
You do 𝙣𝙤𝙩 like smoking fucking cigars. ❪he would implore.❫ 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 have I seen you sitting around just lighting up a big ass cigar.
Ev͟e͟r.
( it seemed to be certain, anyway. that they wouldn't agree on this sort of thing.
not that it exactly bothered antonio, he had a wide, smug 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕-𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 grin palstered across his face. one that told a million storries. )
+
❪hard cut of camera.
cut itself back to valerio. a look on his face that silently screamed "don't push it" and "what the fuck ever" all at the same, completely still and skeptical time.❫
Fine. .̲.̲.̲
So that's three grand, and most of it is your stuff, huh? You know what would go really good with that?
( he slung an arm around his brother, well, both arms. really. it's an embrace, a 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 embrace. his chin? atop his shoulder. )