[ abbacchio... is exactly right, of course. The suggestion of a smile lightens his face a little bit; he sighs through his nose, shaking his head and pinching the cigarette in two fingers. ]
I'm the one who would have to clean up after him.
[ which would just end up being more work for him, specifically, and he'd probably have to do more brown-nosing to make up for it; he's a generous man, but he's not that generous. He rests both elbows on the top rail, letting his gaze drop back down to the Napoli streets. When he joined Passione, he'd been prepared to get his hands dirty doing unsavory business, and to bow his head to unsavory men. This is part of the job as much as being down in those streets is. Perhaps it says more about him that he prefers the nights where his role is to pass judgement with his fists on some poor fool in these alleys over ones like tonight. But Bucciarati made his peace with his own nature long ago. Violence comes easily to him - or, at least, more easily than playing the fool and yes-man, trying to navigate this political maze.
Abbacchio, he thinks, isn't really suited to either. ]
It's not that I'm surprised that they're lying. Even when I was a kid, I knew this was how the city worked. [ he continues explaining himself, taking a pause to inhale from the cigarette again. His tone is an open one, a bit more honest than usual. Again: in front of Abbacchio, it's not as necessary for him to put on airs. ] I just don't like it. It's an unpleasant reminder.
[ of the world they live in - the world that drove both of them to their current positions. After a moment, he looks over to his companion again. ]
teehee
I'm the one who would have to clean up after him.
[ which would just end up being more work for him, specifically, and he'd probably have to do more brown-nosing to make up for it; he's a generous man, but he's not that generous. He rests both elbows on the top rail, letting his gaze drop back down to the Napoli streets. When he joined Passione, he'd been prepared to get his hands dirty doing unsavory business, and to bow his head to unsavory men. This is part of the job as much as being down in those streets is. Perhaps it says more about him that he prefers the nights where his role is to pass judgement with his fists on some poor fool in these alleys over ones like tonight. But Bucciarati made his peace with his own nature long ago. Violence comes easily to him - or, at least, more easily than playing the fool and yes-man, trying to navigate this political maze.
Abbacchio, he thinks, isn't really suited to either. ]
It's not that I'm surprised that they're lying. Even when I was a kid, I knew this was how the city worked. [ he continues explaining himself, taking a pause to inhale from the cigarette again. His tone is an open one, a bit more honest than usual. Again: in front of Abbacchio, it's not as necessary for him to put on airs. ] I just don't like it. It's an unpleasant reminder.
[ of the world they live in - the world that drove both of them to their current positions. After a moment, he looks over to his companion again. ]
Are you upset that I brought you?