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"You must really be wondering what kind of crap I was involved in." Rossi laughed cynically as they hobbled back out into the street. He bit his lip and tasted blood, though truthfully he was just glad that the rifle wasn't aimed at his mouth. A broken nose could probably heal alright...but his teeth were permanent. It was weird how his thoughts went off into random direction, but he figured it was the blood loss thinking.
"I'm not a hit man or anything... I wasn't lying when I said I'd never kill somebody." He explained between telling his companion which street to go on and which turn to take. Knowing everything that Elodie had gone through tonight for his sake, he knew she deserved the truth. "It's just...complicated. Everything--"
He stumbled once more but with her help, they kept moving and soon enough they entered a quiet neighborhood. It was still significantly more run down and grimey than say, his apartment, but the home he pointed out looked authentically Italian and charming enough. Figuring he'd apologize later for getting his blood on the door step, Rossi let Elodie knock. His entire body was feeling weak.
An older man in his mid thirties opened the door moments later. He looked at the both of them confused before something seemed to click. "Rossi? Rossi is that you? What the hell did you get yourself into?" Rossi chuckled tiredly before replying to him in a series of Italian. They exchanged a few words, took a moment to both look at Elodie, and then finally the older man nodded.
"Here, I got him miss." He told Elodie, his English accented. Rossi felt his weight transferred from one person to the other but barely. The man invited them into his house and asked Elodie to close the door on the way in. He wasted no time, calling down his wife in Italian as he laid Rossi out on the couch and began stripping him of his clothes.
A lady in similar age then appeared at the top of the stairs, her hair still up in their evening coolers. With one hand on her night gown she joined them in the living room and shared a similar surprise at the sight of Rossi. But then she turned to Elodie and understood why her husband called for her.
The lady rushed to her side and gestured for Elodie to sit in one of the chairs in the dining room. "Are you alright? I'm sure your worried but my husband knows his stuff." Her accent was faint, unlike her husband's. "You look shaken up, would you like something to drink? Water?"
"I'm not a hit man or anything... I wasn't lying when I said I'd never kill somebody." He explained between telling his companion which street to go on and which turn to take. Knowing everything that Elodie had gone through tonight for his sake, he knew she deserved the truth. "It's just...complicated. Everything--"
He stumbled once more but with her help, they kept moving and soon enough they entered a quiet neighborhood. It was still significantly more run down and grimey than say, his apartment, but the home he pointed out looked authentically Italian and charming enough. Figuring he'd apologize later for getting his blood on the door step, Rossi let Elodie knock. His entire body was feeling weak.
An older man in his mid thirties opened the door moments later. He looked at the both of them confused before something seemed to click. "Rossi? Rossi is that you? What the hell did you get yourself into?" Rossi chuckled tiredly before replying to him in a series of Italian. They exchanged a few words, took a moment to both look at Elodie, and then finally the older man nodded.
"Here, I got him miss." He told Elodie, his English accented. Rossi felt his weight transferred from one person to the other but barely. The man invited them into his house and asked Elodie to close the door on the way in. He wasted no time, calling down his wife in Italian as he laid Rossi out on the couch and began stripping him of his clothes.
A lady in similar age then appeared at the top of the stairs, her hair still up in their evening coolers. With one hand on her night gown she joined them in the living room and shared a similar surprise at the sight of Rossi. But then she turned to Elodie and understood why her husband called for her.
The lady rushed to her side and gestured for Elodie to sit in one of the chairs in the dining room. "Are you alright? I'm sure your worried but my husband knows his stuff." Her accent was faint, unlike her husband's. "You look shaken up, would you like something to drink? Water?"