-Giotto stood boldly in the window of his office, gazing out into the courtyard that lay beyond the clear glass. His golden eyes had been stuck on the beautiful scenery for while since he had no time to go out and adventure through the gardens himself. He had been busy with the Vongola’s duty as well as the paperwork that seemed to appear from nowhere upon his desk. The blonde hearing the familiar voice forced his gaze to rip away from the gardens and focus on the male that stood in front of him. A small smile grew upon his face as he saw his ally in front of him, holding the folder under his arm.-
“You can have a word.. What is the problem Alaude?”
-Something about that folder under Alaude’s arm made Giotto feel a little uneasy, but he didn’t show it. Giotto continued to be his normal bold but kind self as he stood in front of his friend, wanting to know what was wrong.-
Nodding, curt, he sets the folder down upon Giotto’s desk, leaving his hand upon the top as his eyes meet the other’s. Slowly sliding it towards the Vongola Don, he wonders where to begin; now that he is here, now that his dreams have a possibility of actually coming to reality, everything seems to exist in a state of disbelief. Any moment now, he’s expecting an interruption. Perhaps Lampo setting himself on fire, or G setting Lampo on fire, or Daemon being Daemon.
“No problem, I assure you. I simply request that you read this folder, and give me your honest opinion upon the content.”
Nobody’s opinion is more valuable than Giotto’s, though this is something he will not admit to. Taking his hand away, he crosses them behind his back, trying to not let concern override his features. This is his brainchild, certainly one of the last hopes of having something he wants in his life, under his control. If Giotto doesn’t approve, Alaude may have to take his business elsewhere, but he’d prefer to not have to do that.
“I believe this could be beneficial to the Vongola, also. Think it through carefully, won’t you?”