10-16-2013, 04:33 AM
"If he decides to come." Marzio grumbled. He was growing very tired of dealing with Nazario, "I'm sure he's found a way to gamble it away like he did last time... I won't let him go this time until he gives us pay for that too. It's only fair." The boy eyed his sister as she made her way off to set up her impromptu dining table. His stomach was burning for some of those plump grapes, it had been a lucky find of her's and he was thankful for it. "Bet you he'll want at some of these too. He doesn't do any work for all we go through." Marzio huffed before sitting down opposite of Marisa.
Truth be told Marzio was worn out. He was still recovering after the strain of producing the effects for "Father" Nazario's exorcism. More than the grapes which would settle the quaking and gnawing of his insides his body screamed for rest, but he wouldn't have it. Not until Nazario made good on their money. "We should find a way to do this alone, Marisa... We don't need him taking half of the pay for showing up for a few minutes of acting."
Marzio stretched his legs out in front of him and picked at the grapes. "Besides... he isn't any good at it. They just see everything drop to the floor and they believe it's worked. He doesn't bring anything into our act."
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