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calculatingmalefactor replied to your post:.
stop that, you dork. /hits with newspaper.





"Oh hey. Look who decided to show up."




John’s smile flickered, faded.  Oh he was on razor thin ice indeed.  This was a bad idea.  Even more so because this man wasn’t caged up and edging on mad.  Clawing advice from him would be a feat.  Was it worth the effort?  Would it be worth it?  Surely it would, after all Giovanni had cracked the code and capitalized on it.  He’d practically owned Kanto once.

John tapped his pen against the binding of his notepad, pursing his lips in thought.  ”I hardly think anyone else would be suited to answer my questions.  Or at the very least you’re the best at what you do.  Though I suppose now it’s all in a tangle.  I’m sorry.”  His smile came back, bright and earnest.

"I was really hopeful about this but I fear I might be dancing about glass.  Dreadful sort of thing, wishing casual conversation about business in these horrid times.  If you’re not entirely amiable to the idea I’d hate to pry.  Attempting to sate such curiosities always ends up bad for the cat.”  His smile flickered again at that.  Now was hardly the time to think about felines.

Giovanni raised an eyebrow at the other man’s renewed smile.
     Now he certanly knew why this interviewer had decided to speak to him of all people. 

    But there were still many, many questions, and Giovanni had the habit of giving into his paranoia and make far too many assumptions without knowing all the answers.

    Who would dare buy in this situation? Only someone who knew what they’re doing, that’s who. Someone who knew about everything going on—

       » And with all this shit that’s happening…  
            There’s only one way to know things.

Well, either that, or the man was simply extremely stupid.

    “In times like these… even the idea of business alone sounds ridiculous.” He shook his head sadly, like a man who felt like there was no more hope in the world. “Who can buy? Who can rebuild, as long as this goes on? Everyone’s scared. No one is doing anything.”

     Giovanni spoke somewhat sincerely, even if through the filter of Aurelio de Santis. The boss truly did believe that doing anything in this situation was impossible—

                               without the right people to help, that is.

    —but Rocket certanly wasn’t going to help anyone in this situation.
No, not this time.
Giovanni had to think about himself first- about his organization.
He had to start weaving his web again— 

                              and this young man might turn out to be a problem.

    “Look around. There’s nothing but rubble. What are you planning on doing?”
The boss raised a hand, showing the condition of the city to the man in front of him. He would’ve loved an answer to this last question of his- it showed interest in regards to what the boy had to say, so why not? 

Knowing what the young man was planning sounded like a good starting point to figure out who he was talking to.


Mozart, Don Giovanni - Il commendatore.


John took in a breath, pushing his reading glasses back in place.  Joe Young was…a horrible excuse for a human being, making money off pain and panic.  A smile wasn’t out of place.  What a relief to be able to keep that tacked on, even amidst the crowds like this.  

"Merely want an interview Mr. De Santis!  Surely you’d have something of interest to say about the current state of Kanto?”  He produced a notepad, grin widening.  ”Oh but here’s no good to talk!  Surely someplace else would be a fairer choice for a chat?  Oh I could ask anyone else surely Mr. De Santis but I have my heart set on y o u.”  He twirled a pen about his fingers, stopping it so he could use it as a pointer.  

"I find a lunch setting private enough even with the populace of refugees.  My treat, Mr. De Santis, worst case scenario I’m out coin and time and you’ve a free meal."

     Once thing was certain—
     Giovanni’s furrowed eyebrows perfectly disguised his true feelings. 
The young man in front of him wasn’t even trying, honestly. The alarms in the back of the boss’ head had started sounding straight away, thanks to that grin and to the pep in his talk. It all just looked so… rehearsed. 

        Was this "interviewer" aware that liars smile more than sincere people?

     ”I really don’t… know why you chose to talk to me but I… I think it’s best if you look for someone else?”

     Giovanni’s voice was one of a tired, nervous man- he did need to see if this boy knew who he was dealing with, after all…
     And if he did… he’d probably insist.


     The boss really wanted to get to the bottom of this, now.

  “Don’t want to sound unpolite or anything, but I’d rather… refuse…?”

                                            Come on…
                 tell me what you want.

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