[ They say every man is an island. And that right there, that little bit of pity existentialism — that's Gem Rossi in a nutshell. That's Flauros' girl. Not that babysitting one of Hell's most ignoble lords qualifies as 'island' territory, but Flauros is a free agent in a world full of sides and there's nothing, absolutely nothing that the other dukes of hell and heavenly host can do to touch any of them because of Flauros' beat.
So it's with an air of ancient nonchalance that he huffs out a laugh, whistles drawn out and slow. ] You've met the family, right?
[ Grow up in a family like the Rossis and you learn not to take shit from anyone. In that respect, they're not that different. Growing pains, family ties. Fucking expectation. ] Not exactly the Hallmark crowd.
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So it's with an air of ancient nonchalance that he huffs out a laugh, whistles drawn out and slow. ] You've met the family, right?
[ Grow up in a family like the Rossis and you learn not to take shit from anyone. In that respect, they're not that different. Growing pains, family ties. Fucking expectation. ] Not exactly the Hallmark crowd.