Luciano took out a pure white handkerchief from the pocket of his uniform. Oh, how he loved this part. Slowly, he started to wipe his knife on the cloth, staining it a deep metallic red. And everything still smelled like blood too.

"Nice work, Luci." Lutz said to his right, sounding impressed. Luciano smirked and turned to him.

"C'mere, idiot, get on the fucking floor--" He grabbed him and tackled him to the ground. "I wanna kiss you."

And then they kissed on the floor surrounded by the dead bodies Luciano had made short work of. So romantic.