mischief managed (romagna, -15 years)

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"They're coming!" Vico whispered in a way that was not really quiet like whispers were supposed to be, but it was a universally understood fact that boys, especially of the young, rambunctious sort, commonly had trouble with things like quiet and silence. He dropped down from where he had been perched on Valentino's shoulders (Valentino having been standing on Adamo's back, and Adamo having been on his hands and knees, grumbling all the while) and landed on his feet, gathering up the stash of rocks they had collected from the southeastern outskirts of town just just for this purpose.

"Rapidamente, or we'll miss our chance!" he exclaimed, still trying to keep it under his breath and still managing to completely fail. He gathered as many pebbles as his hands could carry and began a quick-footed run. Smallest of the three, he had learned to make up in agility and craftiness what he could not match up to in strength and pure leg-power, although it might have made it difficult for someone to follow him when he was squeezing between stalls and crates, sneaking up stealthily on their targets - a group of unsuspecting patrol guards, shouting boisterously at the crowd to make way.