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5 Famiglie~ [Dictated/Action]
[Giotto was sitting in the library once again, journal sitting out next to him, doing something that he really shouldn't be doing. He was looking up future information on the Mafia. Though, there was no real information on his family... There was plenty on other families and things that had happened.
He looked at the history book, dismayed at what he was reading. What had he even started...?
And as if to answer him, he starts to sing:]
♪ Life imitates the game of chess
You can be the rook or the pawn
If you have the strategy that's best
You can be the king or in this case the Don
It's easy to get knocked out of the game
Depending on which way you want to play
You've got to have eyes in the back of your head
Now that we have that out of the way ♪
♪ Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as padrino ♪
[He laughs suddenly. He did have to admit, when times were good, they were good. When it was just his family and him, fighting corruption their own way and not trusting the police to get it done. Taking justice into their own hands.]
♪ If you're the type that likes to spill the beans
You could be a stone in someone's shoe
You'll receive a kiss on each cheek
Then you'll know that pretty soon the stone will be removed
Everyone knows that crime does not pay
It doesn't pay the taxes anyway
You've got to be slick if you don't want it to stick
Now that we have that out of the way ♪
♪ Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as padrino ♪
[What point was there at fighting it? He was who he was, and he couldn't change that. He and Ashley had decided that much. He was a mafia boss, and everything that entailed. He sings, a little surer now, a little stronger:]
♪ I know it's not a wise thing to do
Writing funny songs about the mob
But if it's all the same to you
I don't see it as a gang but a club
Where men sit like gentlemen
Plotting their events about
Things I shouldn't understand comprehend or care
Like...oh, I don't know maybe I shouldn't go there
After all it is a family affair ♪
♪ Stay out of the papers
Don't get caught
Leave the singing to Sinatra and always keep your big trap shut
Capice? ♪
[At that he stands up, letting his chair fall back against the floor and starts to sing even stronger now, with a surprisingly good voiceand feeling~.]
♪ The underworld is like an undertow - if you don't respect it
It will surely bring you down - when you least expect -
Hey expect it from all sides
Once you're in it it's for life
Don't be famous be infamous and you will live to see another day
Be wise about with whom you discuss
Now that we have that out of the way ♪
♪ Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as padrino ♪
[His singing trails off and there is a stunned silence for about a minute... before Giotto slaps a hand over his mouth, feeling his face burn bright red.
Why did he just burst out into song? And more accurately, why did he sing that?!]
He looked at the history book, dismayed at what he was reading. What had he even started...?
And as if to answer him, he starts to sing:]
♪ Life imitates the game of chess
You can be the rook or the pawn
If you have the strategy that's best
You can be the king or in this case the Don
It's easy to get knocked out of the game
Depending on which way you want to play
You've got to have eyes in the back of your head
Now that we have that out of the way ♪
♪ Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as padrino ♪
[He laughs suddenly. He did have to admit, when times were good, they were good. When it was just his family and him, fighting corruption their own way and not trusting the police to get it done. Taking justice into their own hands.]
♪ If you're the type that likes to spill the beans
You could be a stone in someone's shoe
You'll receive a kiss on each cheek
Then you'll know that pretty soon the stone will be removed
Everyone knows that crime does not pay
It doesn't pay the taxes anyway
You've got to be slick if you don't want it to stick
Now that we have that out of the way ♪
♪ Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as padrino ♪
[What point was there at fighting it? He was who he was, and he couldn't change that. He and Ashley had decided that much. He was a mafia boss, and everything that entailed. He sings, a little surer now, a little stronger:]
♪ I know it's not a wise thing to do
Writing funny songs about the mob
But if it's all the same to you
I don't see it as a gang but a club
Where men sit like gentlemen
Plotting their events about
Things I shouldn't understand comprehend or care
Like...oh, I don't know maybe I shouldn't go there
After all it is a family affair ♪
♪ Stay out of the papers
Don't get caught
Leave the singing to Sinatra and always keep your big trap shut
Capice? ♪
[At that he stands up, letting his chair fall back against the floor and starts to sing even stronger now, with a surprisingly good voice
♪ The underworld is like an undertow - if you don't respect it
It will surely bring you down - when you least expect -
Hey expect it from all sides
Once you're in it it's for life
Don't be famous be infamous and you will live to see another day
Be wise about with whom you discuss
Now that we have that out of the way ♪
♪ Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as padrino ♪
[His singing trails off and there is a stunned silence for about a minute... before Giotto slaps a hand over his mouth, feeling his face burn bright red.
Why did he just burst out into song? And more accurately, why did he sing that?!]

Action
Tsuna blinks when he hears someone singing in the library and comes in on the second verse, and oh boy, he was not expecting that. And he just stands there, cemented to the place, staring at Giotto's back while he sings.
The shock of the ordeal begins to wane into the third verse, and by then he realizes that, oh god, he's singing about the mafia. And then he's pushing the chair to the floor and standing up, and Tsuna continues to watch, becoming more disturbed by the moment. This is like watching a train wreck.
And finally Giotto comes to a stop and just sort of stands there, as though in a shock. Wow... okay, that was definitely one of the things he never knew that he very much did not need in his life: his ancestor being forced to sing about the mafia. Thank you for that, Paradisa.]
...u-uh...
[haha what the hell are you even supposed to say after that]
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And had seen him spontaneous burst into song about the Mafia.]
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3/3 DONE
That wasn't... I didn't... How much did you hear?!
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A-ah, u-um, I was just...
[He kind of trails off when Giotto suddenly starts flailing at him, and he startles a bit, jumping at the sudden wild movements.]
I-I, uh... all of it? [Most of it.]
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[But he did.]
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[Tsuna, pls. Not when he's embarrassed and derping. He runs a hand down his face and leans against the table.] I cannot believe I sang that...
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... oh.
Oh no.]
...a-ah... Giotto...?
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N-Nora! Stop that! This is not funny!
[Maybe she won't notice it's about the mafia and put two and two together.]
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Happy April Fools' Day, Giotto.
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A long, exasperated sigh.] Does this always happen? Spontaneous singing?
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...Did everybody hear that?!
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[ she's a troll, but at least she knows there's a line somewhere? ]
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[And accuracy, but there was no use saying that, was there?]
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Shoulda known it would do something for this holiday, too. Looks like it likes even the stupid and silly ones.
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