<span style="text-decoration: underline">Daniel "Danny" Capello</span><br/><br/>"Che palle!"<br/><br/>The shower had turned cold once again. This time it seemed that no amount of tap-fiddling would help the situation. Danny began to shiver, gripping and rubbing up and down his goose-pimpled arms as he gave another frustrated exclamation and twisted the knob off forcefully. The hot water tank in the house had always been terrible, unreliable. Next time he imagined it would be better to go to the pool across the street.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the shower, Danny finished washing his hair in the sink before drying off and getting into his work shirt and dark pants. He hated the shirt almost as much as he hated the job itself, such a crime against everything he stood for it was, but he needed the money just like everyone else in the house.<br/><br/>Danny gave his hair a shake with the towel as he left the pitifully small bathroom. It seemed that he wasn't the only one up. He almost growled in displeasure, instead letting a small grimace light his already displeased face. It was no surprise that Janice was up, being the person that she was, and Danny didn't know Dev quite well enough to understand his habits.<br/><br/>"That's my laundry." Danny walked over to Janice with quick, long strides. It was Danny's style to skip pleasantries like 'good morning' and go right to being commanding. To compensate for his height, he stood with a commanding air that made him seem a few inches taller than he was: at least from a distance.<br/><br/>Snatching the shirt that was currently crumpled in Janice's hand, Danny began loading the washer, motioning for Janice to go away. He didn't like anyone handling his own business. Danny had begun to ease off around Janice, no longer barking at her when she was being annoying. He'd started to trust her, a bit.<br/><br/>"My phone isn't working." The comment was directed at Dev as the longer-haired man paced through the room for another part, though Danny remained focused on preparing his load of laundry. A silence followed before Danny added, "do you fix those?"