Orazio had barely made his way inside the church, when a couple of teenagers that looked only a bit older than him started looking down on him. The more snobbish of the two even took the opportunity to insult him! Now, Orazio Grimaldi Jr. may not have been the smartest apple in the fruit basket, but he still had a deeply engraved sense of pride... though, in his particular case, it was probably more of a delusion. Needless to say, being disrespected in such a way pissed the young magus off something fierce. The rapper wannabe was about to retaliate by spitting some 'hot fire' of his own at his 2 would-be rivals, but then another man intervened at the scene, before this practically harmless dispute between teenagers could devolve into a full-blown brawl. The man that had intervened looked a bit older than them, and certainy had an aura of seriousness and level-headedness surrounding his presence. The suit certainly helped in that regard too! After the older man had kind of rudely grabbed Orazio's left arm, exposing the boy's Command Seals in the process, the gangsta-dressed magus in question quickly fixed himself. [color=coral]"Thanks, gramps, but I could've totally handled this on my own!"[/color] The coral-haired youth retorted. He called the man 'gramps', even though in reality he wasn't THAT old! Even so, there was an underlying sense of gratitude behind the kid's words. [color=coral]"These dudes just messed up with the wrong playa, son! But, it's all gucci man, I'm gonna drop my sick rhymes on them!"[/color] The gangsta wannabe claimed, as he started humming and lightly tapping his foot on the ground, feeling a sweet beat that existed only in his own imagination...


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[color=coral]"Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeah... let's do this! What's the matter, dawg, why you disrecpect! I was gonna let it slide, but you got me mad as heck! I've never been to Vegas, son, but I know a thing or two! I play blackjack like a boss, and the money train goes CHOO CHOO!"[/color] As the horrible rapper spat his horrendously bad, impromptu rhymes, he shuffled his hands and made zany gestures like a maniac. He grabbed his golden chain with pride, as he continued break-dancing as if he was seizing up. [color=coral]"The name's Orazio Grimaldi, initials O.G. When I spit my hot fire, the ladies go 'Oh gee'!"[/color] He then shook his hand in front of his own face in a taunting manner, displaying clearly the Command Seals that were on the back of his hand. [color=coral]"You see these sweet tats, boy? I'm a qualified Master! If you treat me like a boytoy, prepare to get looked after! I would say more, but I see you are confused! I dropped pepper on your nose, and rubbed dirt on your boots! ZING! N-word!"[/color] Orazio ended his terrible rap solo (thankfully so) by making a gesture mimicking the dropping of an invisible mic, then crossed both arms in front of his stomach, forming an 'X'.