(This request was from LazyCatfish27 here on Wright and related characters belong to Capcom…who are nice people and don't want to sue me.
Challenge: Write a Furio Tigre x Viola fic.)
Furio Tigre wasn't the romantic type by any stretch of the imagination. He'd sooner be hung by the neck than behave in a way that could be construed romantically. His accident with the granddaughter of Bruno Caverdini changed things however, as Viola decided to stick around the Tender Lender after her recovery. Tigre wasn't pleased by this turn of events, but realistically, what could he do? She was the granddaughter of THE Bruno Caverdini after all.
After a while though, the girl started to grow on him. She was surprisingly effective in dealing with clients who need a certain amount of "persuasion" and actually understood what he wanted from a situation. It was nice not to have to visit everybody who borrowed money from him to deal with them himself, as it was both time consuming and exhausting. The relationship wasn't what she thought it was (the kid had it in her head that he was into her romantically), but it was good in a practical sense.
Tigre stomped into the office in a particularly foul mood (his mood range went from miffed to furious, so he was always in varying stages of irritation). He'd had to deal with that idiotic chef at that terrible little bistro again, which always put him in a bad mood as he hated the man and his frilly little poor excuse for a restaurant with a passion, and it was raining. Rain made it hard to see while he was driving his moped around, so that meant he would be stuck at the office possibly through the night. He stormed over to his desk, giving the punching bag hanging from the ceiling a good hit for therapeutic purposes, and sat down.
As he mentally grumbled and planned ways to kill Armstrong a quiet voice broke his chain of thoughts. "Don Tigre, you're back."
Tigre turned to see Viola standing in the doorway that led in to the back part of the office, "Yeah Violetta, I jus' got back from dealin' wid that Bistro owner…he still can't pay."
"Does he need…persuasion?"
"Naw, jus' some customers. His food is worse n' garbage so he's got no customers. No customers means no money, and no money means no payments. I sometimes wonder what I was thinkin', lendin' that oaf money…"
Viola looked at him with her head canted in intrigue.
Tigre sighed and ran a hand through his spiky hair, "I gotta say though, Elg isn't much better wid his payments…But at least I can deadline him. The other clients have all paid their loans, so we should be okay though."
He turned and noticed with a slight start that Viola had disappeared. No matter how long she worked with him, he would never get used to her habit of walking out at random points in time, only to pop up right behind him minutes later. It was a good way to unnerve customers, but not really helpful when it came to running the Tender Lender. Just out of curiosity, Tigre watched the door until viola returned, this time with a small tray, which had two cups of espresso on it.
He actually managed a smile as he took a cup. "Thanks, Violetta, and sorry for dumpin' all dis on yous."
"It's fine, Don Tigre. It's natural to want to talk about these sort of problems and it gives me an idea of who I need to deal with next…hee…hee…hee…."
Tigre let his smile turn wolfish as he turned and looked out the window. He sourly noted that the rain had picked up considerably since he'd entered his office, and probably wouldn't let up until some time later in the evening.
He took a sip of his espresso before turning back to Viola, "Why don' we shut the joint down early tonight? I could use a little down time, and we're not going to get any customers in the rain."
"Would you be heading home then?"
"In dis weather? Naw, I'll probably hang around da office 'til it lets up."
"…Do you mind if I stay as well, Don Tigre?"
Normally Tigre would have tried to gently tell her to get out of his hair, but this time he smiled. "I'd like ya to, Violetta."
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