Sons of Satan (Hetalia RP) Open!

[-Forever&Always-]

Adalina easily located the boss, and gently knocked on the door to signal that she was coming in, before opening the door and walking in. She quietly chuckled at his yelling. It was pretty amusing, to her. She waited patiently for him to end the phone call, curious about what the problem was this time.

[Paul Stamets]

At the sound of the knock and the opening of the door, he cut himself off, bluntly said "Ci sentiamo più tardi idiota." And ended the call, looking over at her again as he put the phone down. "Si, what is it?" he asked her.

(Sorry if that's off, I used Google translate XD Should say "Talk to you later idiot.")

[-Forever&Always-]

Adalina tilted her head slightly, "I was wondering if you needed anything before I go to my shift at the bar. Mi dispiace, if I interrupted you at the wrong time." she said.

[Paul Stamets]

"No, you're fine. I was just talking to stupid people." Then he thought for a few moments. "Ah! There's-a actually something I did want to discuss with you." He leaned back in his chair. "I've been thinking that we should go into the drug cartel for a while now, what do you think about it?"

[-Forever&Always-]

She hummed, taking that choice into consideration. "That'd probably be a good idea. There's also some people in that area that I need to check up on." she murmured.

[Paul Stamets]

"What sort of downsides do-a you see to us going into it?" He asked her, eyes practically boring into her as he judged her words and opinion.

[Zaphod Riker]

Pearland frowns, shrugging. "I just... Worry... I could get in so much trouble... Plus I don't really like killing..." She says, frowning more and looking at the park.

[-Forever&Always-]

Adalina's eyes flashed slightly, thinking of all the outcomes of going. "We might get discovered, if we're not careful enough..." she muttered, thinking of solutions also. There were plenty of thoughts on her mind, but these ones stood out the most. "We don't want to cause to much of a commotion if someone recognizes us, it'd be a lot of trouble, too."

[LyingLastBreath]

Francis was currently tending to his flowers in his shop, for some reason they were not growing as full as they usually did and it was bothering the man much more than it probably should have. "I can't sell these... M***e! I wonder if it's the soil?" He fussed around with the dirt in the flower's pot for a moment. It seemed the same as it always did, so he figured it wasn't that. France then glanced over as Pierre tapped on a little bell near the counter, alerting the French man that someone had walked into his shop.
"Oui? Desole, how may I help you?" Bonnefoy inquired, the 'costumer' wordlessly handed Francis a slip of white paper before leaving the shop once more.
The French one sighed, guessing it was another job he had to take care of, hopefully this one wouldn't take to much time. Francis was quite annoyed with his current situation with unhealthy plants. He walked out of his little flower shop and grabbed a rose on his way out the door, tucking it into his pocket and looking around for a moment to make sure no one was watching him. Francis didn't spot anyone who looked particularly suspicious and locked up as normal before calmly starting to walk along the sidewalk. He wondered if he could just pass this note onto one of the pawns, it was only a minor murder and his head was ever so momentarily elsewhere.

((If that's okay...
He could maybe go to Dakota..?))

[Paul Stamets]

Dakota is offline at the moment I believe, sadly. ._. But holy god you people make typing long replies look so easy..)

Lovino nodded, "Si si." he said slowly. "How dangerous do you think it would be if another gang noticed us? I know that some of the other little *******s out there are capitalizing it and pulling in more money. I think we should get into it to stop them from gaining so much, si? Despite obvious factors, I don't-a see anything that could be too bad, except our profits failing obviously, to prevent us from going through with it." He said. "Any other thoughts?"

"Oh, I see." Tino said, nodding a bit. "Kylla *That's yes but I don't have the keypad to but the dots over the a. and too lazy*, I can understand that. There's no real way out of it though, is there? You'll just have to well, live with it. Eeee I'm sorry that wasn't really helpful at all! It sounded pretty mean actually." Tino the nfrowned at his own words, thinking about how to rephrase it.