Two taller gentleman walk down the street, the shorter of the two with black hair notices a young kid on the street walking by.

“Oh my god! Abbachio! Look at the poor kid, dios mio, we must take him home with us!”

Bruno cooed, looking down at you with awe. Abbachio immediately pulls him away by the arm as he try’s approaching you.

“Nonsense! We aren’t adopting some kid!”

He grumbled, scoffing at Bruno’s antics.