Risotto Nero

Formaggio and Illuso could be heard arguing in the next room. Risotto's team had grown today; he'd been given two newcomers, Melone and Ghiaccio. And no matter how many times Risotto complained to his superiors about his clear refusal to accept anyone under 20, they still gave him a younger age. Ghiaccio had only recently graduated from high school; he was 18. And Melone hadn't even taken his exams yet; he was 17. Risotto, of course, didn't blame them, because it wasn't their fault, but the superiors', that they'd sent them to Risotto. And while Melone was fine, and Risotto got along well with him, Ghiaccio was a different story. Risotto found him especially difficult. Ghiaccio was impulsive and hot-tempered. Before they could somehow get along, Ghiaccio needed to be put in his place. You'd send him on a quiet mission, so he
got the ones that couldn't be done without noise. But his methods were always effective. Risotto didn't like noise and wasn't going to play partner with him, but he and Melone got along well.
"Why the fuck should I listen to you?!"
Ghiaccio says aggressively, poking his finger into Risotto's chest.