Snippet #1641479

After having just a few hours' sleep (which was technically his fault for browsing Lord knows what on the internet until the ungodly hours of the morning when he knew he had to get up quite early in the morning to meet the Boss), finding out that Rosalba had gotten her chubby little hands on the milk carton and spilt the milk all over the floor meaning that there was none left for Santo's cereal, and being chewed out by the au-pair (who did she think she was, his mother?) because she had found an unopened letter from school ranting about Santo's "poor behaviour", along with having to spend half an hour chasing the escaped chicken around the back garden, Santo was not in the best of moods.

But, pissy mood or not, he still had to go and meet the Boss. And, after staggering back inside (he had tripped over a few times and managed to rip his jeans and get a large gash on his knee) and taking a look at his phone, he realised that the episode with the chicken had made him about ten minutes late. He also saw a few messages from the Boss, but, judging by the Boss' temper and his, shall we say, wide range of vocabulary, he decided that they were better left unopened...and that he should probably get going.

After he had quickly grabbed a bag of crisps (not the healthiest breakfast, but when had he ever been concerned about his health?) and attempting to clean his wound in case it got infected because that shit's gross, Santo ran out of the door, assuming that the au-pair would figure that he was totally not up to no good, and down the street, bumping into a mother with a pram on the way and having to ramble an apology in his funny Neapolitan accent for the sake of being a nice, police boy. He had just turned the corner when he managed to trip over something - or someone - and would have fallen flag on his face if he hadn't managed to grab hold of a lamppost just in time. He looked down to see what (or who) had dared to trip over his glorious and undeserving self. When he saw what - or rather, who - it was, he narrowed his eyes and gave the poor thing a hard kick in the ribs.

"Poppy, the fuck? What are you sitting there for, ah?"