(( ... I guess... I'll start... heh... ;v; ))
Feliciano took a hold of his brother's shoulder, distracting him from whatever he was doing. "Oi, fratello." He muttered, and from the tone of his voice he obviously didn't sound very amused. "Business has been bad this month, and last month. If this continues I don't think we're gonna last for long. What are we going to do about this?" leaned against a nearby, conveniently placed table, drumming his fingers impatiently against the smooth surface.
(( Blarp. Short start is short, but as soon as fratello responds I'll open a door for someone to enter. ))