[Rosso listens, quietly, chewing on a thick piece of pork with the end of the bone sticking out between his lips. Mental notes here and there... "fair point" to the first thing, "old man, huh?" to the second thing... nothing he says aloud, just things he files away. He's about halfway through said piece of meat when Adrian asks that, and in his shock and bluster he quite nearly drops it back into his bowl.
By some miracle of reflexes, he manages to grab the bone to take it out of his mouth before it falls out.]
I guess. It isn't gonna be fucking impressive, that's for damn sure.
[Rosso honey you played at a concert it's at least that good.]
—I can't fucking sing, either, [he sputters as an afterthought,] so I'm still not serenading you, for your information. [uh-huh.]
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By some miracle of reflexes, he manages to grab the bone to take it out of his mouth before it falls out.]
I guess. It isn't gonna be fucking impressive, that's for damn sure.
[Rosso honey you played at a concert it's at least that good.]
—I can't fucking sing, either, [he sputters as an afterthought,] so I'm still not serenading you, for your information. [uh-huh.]