Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26130256-20150411042839

Wow.

For once in a relatively short amount of time, Azulius guessed correctly, though he wouldn't have minded at all being wrong this time. It must have been horrible, the realization of what happened. Azulius tried to think of something, anything, to say to be comforting, but he had no real experience to draw from. Grandma Rosa died when he was real young. He had known a few Cardamom employees who had passed on (You didn't get into organized crime if you had big retirement plans), but they were all just friends of Mom and Dad at best. To lose your whole team like that...

"Ouch," Azzie replied, his tone of voice much more somber than before. "I'm sorry, boss.  Really, I am." Then, more for lack of ideas than anything else, he grabbed the bottle of liquid gold and poured them both another round, trying to imitate the professional's technique. With his other hand, he reached into his suit pocket, briefly fingering his Cardamom coin, the one that had scared a half-dozen mobsters without effort.

''Sounds like we both have a past we're trying to hide. Since he was generous enough to share his past, should I say something about mine? He' s probably already curious about what I said with the coin, or he already knows what it means. What to do, what to do...''