Angelo had been the one to tell Nikolai to pick a channel so he said nothing about the Mafia King choice of show, drawn in despite himself.
He pulled his knees close to himself, his feet bare, still dressed in the form-fitting shirt and combat pants. He had put his hair in a braid before he got started on arranging his room so it stayed out of his face, riveted on the cartoon.
Nikolai expected another protest from the assassin but he got none, instead, Angelo got himself comfortable to better focus on the screen. The assassin had done the same just before he slept off in the car, curling up like a turtle.
Despite himself, he stared at the TV, trying to figure out what had Angelo so fascinated. He never watched cartoons as a kid, he never watched any shows as a matter of fact, and that hadn't changed as the years went by.
