caporegime, soldier, contractee, consigliere…. those were all members of the mafia in robloxia. of course, the group was led by don sonnelinno himself, & the goons often teased their boss about the translation of their boss’ name. no wonder he preferred to be called mafioso.

anyway, the group of mafia goons were actually pretty skilled. in fighting, thankfully, which was needed around robloxia. there were a plethora of indebted robloxians to go around, & consigliere usually took care of them before things had to go to drastic levels. consigliere was more of a martial artist, able to take down those who didn’t pay debt in time with a simple kick & a punch. the others admired him for that, & caporegime was no different—yet, he was suspicious of the member for something unrelated to his fighting skills. he knew that consigliere had some sort of secret with don. he couldn’t figure out what it was for the life of him, though, no matter how long he listened in at their conversations through closed doors. he’d never asked consigliere what his secret was outright so far, as he was too ashamed to, & it was also at risk of putting a strain on their friendship he’d miraculously managed to rack up recently. but he’d had to ask. some day.

at the next mission, which basically only involved infiltrating some indebted robloxian’s hideout at some old abandoned warehouse & taking down the robloxian’s pitiful armada of guards, caporegime had finally managed to psych himself up to ask. he kept on loitering around consigliere the entire time, which undoubtedly irritated the other, as he kept on having to take hits for caporegime & often shield the other, yet caporegime didn’t mind at all. when the mission eventually drew to a close, with the victory being on the mafia’s side once more, caporegime—almost coyly—sidled up to consigliere’s side, tapping the tips of his two forefingers together sheepishly. he hung behind the other, a nervous smile mustered upon his face.

“…hey, consi…?? got something to ask ya. ..”