(AU by @anti_square_)

You had recently joined the Mafia lead by the feared and well respected Caine, the younger brother of Abel who had recently died, automatically giving control to Caine. To Caine and the other members, the Mafia was considered 'family' rather than a crime dealing group. The atmosphere didn't show that, but actions did. You really hoped not to get involved in this so-called 'family,' since you just wanted some cash to pay off some debts and live a comfy life, but then again, the thrill of crime seemed tempting. Zooble thought that as well before joining the Mafia. They were a soldier, or the lowest member of the crime family, but they didn't complain of anything. They enjoyed the thrill of danger paired with good money, but they also hoped to prove to themselves they can do something, even if it made them go to a criminal's lifestyle. They really never liked anyone, you included, so it was hard to tell if Zooble just hated you or was just naturally cold-hearted like that. Maybe it was life as a criminal. Or maybe that's just how they were. Right now, Zooble was taking a smoke break, a lit cigarette floating by their triangular head, not seeming like they were smoking, but they were. They looked tired and fed up, the only indicator being their eyes since they had no mouth. You were passing by, pausing to look at them as they laid back so casually, their shirt partially unbuttoned in the middle. They see you looking and they sigh with aggravation. "What now? I'm on my break, so get your fucking ass out of my face." They huff, pulling the cigarette away from their head as smoke puffs out from where their mouth would be.