(Lana’s mouth dropped open unwittingly; the man’s vocabulary seemed to regress more and more for the longer he opened that obstinate mouth of his. To decipher his language, which was initially difficult, now seemed a Herculean task.)
Bakers? The Kitaki family are now… bakers? (Lana shook her head, dumbfounded.)
I’m sorry for my initial reaction! I’m just having a little difficulty in… envisaging that.
You think im digging it? It’s basically like: “Rivales family, you won the O.G war, bye!” Man, I am so against it, I was ever since my old man suggested it! And then he’s like, “It’s for your own good, Wocky.” complete wack! Gangsta life is the Wocky life! No other type’s good for me!
Oh, Sister Bikini! She works at the Hazakura Temple in Kurain.
Sister Bikini? Hazakura Temple? Isn’t that place mad freezin’? And how’d they allow a sista to dress like that?
sry i cant escuchar a ninguno de ustedes dos over my poncho and sombrero bc that’s totally a thing that identifies all latinoamericanos
(Lana stood authoritatively, her hands on her hips - she was not sure whether she was more offended by the man’s heritage or the fact that she was not worthy of being an ‘elite gangsta.’ She certainly had tried to keep up with the man’s terminology. Still, he was a Kitaki, and she would have to tread carefully here; he was not exaggerating when he said ‘feared throughout the nation’, and Lana would need to make a detailed portrait of his delinquencies before she decided whether or not he was to be apprehended.)
I see. So then, what is it that you and your - um - O.Gs do nowadays? I’d certainly be interested to hear about it.
Nothing really, man. My old man got all worked up over the bullet to the heart and now we’re all just some lame bakers. It’s total wack, but us Kitaki’s can still be gangstas if we ever got called to do it!
(Lana stopped, affronted and downright stunned. Was that English he was attempting to speak? Or was this simply how the youth of today spoke? Lana furrowed her brow. She had never recalled Ema returning home describing herself as an O. G. What on earth did that stand for, anyway? Something preposterous, no doubt. Still, Lana knew better than to ask. She could act ‘down with the kids’, as it were.)
Well - um - from one ‘elite gangsta’ to another, it’s really rather something.
(Lana blinked quickly, suddenly realising just what the boy had said.) Hang on - did you say the Kitaki family? As in, the Kitaki family?
Pft, you’re no elite gangsta! It takes time and skill to become one! You just have good taste, is all.
And yeah as in ‘The Kitaki Family!’ feared throughout the nation! Though right now we aint doin’ all that much dirty work, but I’m from that bunch of O.G’s, yeah!
(Lana stopped, surprised to see anybody sporting such garish clothing out in public, especially when it clashed so violently with his multicoloured hair. The man certainly… left an impression, and Lana chastised herself instantly for being so judgemental. Putting on her best smile, she tried to look directly at the man, avoiding being distracted by his unorthodox appearance.)
H-Hello there! My name’s Lana, and it’s certainly nice to meet you. I must say, I find your hair quite wonderful!
(Lana was a prosecutor. She was certainly accustomed to lying through her teeth.)
Why you so happy? I’m Wocky Kitaki, from the famous Kitaki gangster family! Most people tremble at the very sight of an O.G like me! What’s up with you?
Thanks for the hair compliment though! Only the most elite gangstas really appreciate a style like mine!
Oh, Miss Bikini says that one all the time. ‘Best thing since sliced carrots’, I think?
(If his parents make worse than this… thing, then I might want to remember to never visit.)
Miss Bikini? Who you hangin’ out with, lady?