paradisa | 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 voice ~~and 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?!]

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[Hi, grandpa! Guess who was actually on their way to see you when you decided your life would be more interesting as a musical?

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]

[Giotto spins around when he hears that little noise, and oh, Tsuna had come to see him...

And had seen him spontaneous burst into song about the Mafia.]

[...His grandson had seen him sing about the Mafia with passion.]

[And he makes a squeaking noise as he he waves his hands out in front of him.]

That wasn't... I didn't... How much did you hear?!

[Tsuna starts a little when Giotto whips around and stares at him. His face is still bright red.]

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.]

...It just happened! I didn't...I don't....

[But he did.]

[Have some giggling, Giotto]

[He recognizes that giggling and realizes his journal had been open through that entire spontaneous song.]

N-Nora! Stop that! This is not funny!

[Maybe she won't notice it's about the mafia and put two and two together.]

Nice little song there.

[Ashley, no. Why. Don't tease the poor man. He's still blushing in embarrassment.]

...Did everybody hear that?!

I might just be lucky. Seems like everyone's training for the opera lately.

[ she's a troll, but at least she knows there's a line somewhere? ]

{She is such a troll. He gives an annoyed huff.] I don't even know how or why that happened, except the castle decided today was a day for spontaneous song.

[ at least she likely won't do it to him very often... hopefully. she's doing it good-naturedly as a sign of love, giotto. ] April fools, joke's on you?

Obviously. [A good-natured sigh.] I have to give it points for originality, though.

[And accuracy, but there was no use saying that, was there?]

[ she won't ask if it was a song about his life or his world. it's not her place and her mom at least taught her not to pry if it's not necessary. this definitely isn't necessary. ]

Shoulda known it would do something for this holiday, too. Looks like it likes even the stupid and silly ones.

[It can be their not!secret. If she doesn't ask him about it, he won't tell. Though really, she already knew about it. He'd already told her most of the story when they talked about their powers.]

I think it likes every holiday that it can use.

[ regardless, she'll take it to her grave -- oh wait. ]

Likes the chaos, huh? At least that's normal.

U-um, I think it's a castle thing. [no, REALLY, Tsuna?]

[Oh she noticed what the song was about, she's just more amused that he was singing in the first place right now]

Happy April Fools' Day, Giotto.

That it likes chaos, or chaos in general?

[He knows that feeling of chaos.]

Obviously.

[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...

[Well, he can hope, can't he?

A long, exasperated sigh.] Does this always happen? Spontaneous singing?

[Some awkward laughter from the grandson-- and then he spots something open on the table.

... oh.

Oh no.]

...a-ah... Giotto...?

...Hm? [He looks at Tsuna, relieved that at least he wasn't upset with him for accidentally singing his heart out about the mafia.] What, bambino?

You may want to look behind you.

[Or you may really not.]

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