@ocultisms​  is my new multi !! i’ve put some of jjba muses over there instead of keeping them here. as well as muses from other series! if there are any threads from here you’d like to keep hmu !! 

Investigation into Cioccolata’s background is going great, Boss.

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multavia​:

    the pure state of ecstasy in which he found himself being was shattered upon hearing such question. a question that undeniably made cioccolata’s upper lip quiver. thin brows furrowing together, emphasizing the crevice found in between them. as much as he enjoyed having time for his ‘projects’ & making money on the side, the ex-surgeon was left with a bitter taste in his mouth knowing the two of them were nothing but back-up—those that the boss would call only when he either needed to get a point across or when it was extremely necessary, making them wait forever for the next task. cioccolata had grown impatience & when he died, his ‘art’ ( if one could call it as such ) became messy. never satisfied with the end result & ending up tearing it like the human body was just another canvas put to waste. surely, even secco must have noticed.

     “—mmm… i’m afraid not.” he answers through gritted teeth. the movement of talons coming to a stop before completely pulling away from secco. one hand on his hip while the other was brought to the back of his neck, looking rather annoyed by how things were. he tilted his head to the side. “if things keep going like this… you & me might even go after the boss himself. don’t be surprised if we do. that man… he has become paranoid. weak.”

having   spent   so   much   time   ,   at   cioccolatas   heels   over   the   years   –   secco   had   found   himself   noticing   the   little   things   about   the   man   …   he   didn’t   like   it   when   the   ex-surgeon   became   frustrated   ,      neglecting   otherwise   careful   work.   the   care   ,   and   expertise   that   secco   was   so   enamoured   with   –   turning   into   something   ,   careless.      rotten.      not   worthy   of   someone   as   talented   as   cioccolata.   

secco   pouts   with   an   audible   whine   ,   when   the   hand   is   removed   –   a   unhappy   ,   look   overcoming   cioccolata’s   features   as   he   steps   away.      “  y-yeah   we   –   we   could   do   that   –   “      secco   agrees   ,   crawling   a   bit   closer   to   his   partner   –   tempted   ,   to   place   that   hand   back   upon   his   head   himself   … if   cioccolata   ,   decided   he   wanted   to   go   against   the   boss   –   secco   wouldn’t   think   twice   ,   he’d   follow   cioccolata   just   as   he   had   been   doing   years   prior   …   the   organisation   didn’t   matter   to   him   ,   no   ,   not   really.      he’d   trust   the   man’s   judgement   as   he   always   did   …   

“   we’re   –   we’re   strong   enough   anyway   ,   to   uh   –   do   better   than   him”      he   wouldn’t   swear   loyalty   ,   to   someone   weak   that   would   be   ,      pathetic      …   not   when   they’d   become   so   strong   –   when   he’d   gotten   so   ,   so   ,   so   ,      much   stronger   ..   no   ,   he   didn’t   care   about   anyone   like   that.

And after all……..

i want 5 sugar cubes…………..

multavia​:

     there’s an excitement that comes upon hearing the words he wanted to hear, even if there was a slip-up in the middle of it, cioccolata was too pleased with secco’s agreement that he did not care whether he meant it or not. the mere fact that he was willing to try—to appease the other, it was enough to earn a smile from the ex-surgeon. the unnatural row of white teeth, perfect straight & polished, leaving the other to shame. it was the product of the intensive care that he had put into his image throughout the years. quite the vain one, unlike what most people may think of him.

      “—good! good! that’s a good boy!” cioccolata praised the other, pulling his head to press against him while fingers massaged his scalp. so soft! & he smelled so good! that type of cleanliness made him happy, over enthusiastic for the next time. after all, this wasn’t just for him, no, no, this was for secco’s health too. if he wanted to be strong, he couldn’t let his teeth rot the way they were prior to taking him into his care. “you’ve learned, secco. i’m so happy. so happy you’re finally clean!”

there’s   a   certain   pride   ,   secco   takes   in   pleasing   cioccolata   –   earning   praise   from   someone   so   smart   ,   so   strong.   whose   opinion   ,   he   actually   valued.      it   made   him   feel   good   ,   so   good   –   nearly   as   good   as   when   he   had   a   cube   of   sugar   melting   on   his   tongue   …   filling   his   brain   with   those   delicious   chemicals.   

because   ,   he   tried   his   best   …      filming   the   best   angles,   learning   the   instrument’s   names   so   he   could   masquerade   as   a   nurse   ;   screwing   up   as   little   as   possible.      “ah-aha   –   “      .      being   praised   so   enthusiastically   ,   almost   made   him   giddy   -      a   pleased   noise   vibrating   within   his   throat   ;   nearly   a   purr.      it   was   worth   the   discomfort   of   the   bath   -      yeah   ,   yeah   ..   there’s   not   much   he   wouldn’t   do   to   receive   such   treatment.   

        “   hmm   –   “      secco   ,   chews   on   the   last   piece   of   his   pastry   –   head   still   resting   against   his   partner   ,   enjoying   the   nails   against   his   scalp.         “   they -   they   still   got   n-nothing   for   us   ?   “      he’d   been   kind   of   hoping   ,   they’d   get   up   to   something   soon   …   as   nice   as   their   house   was   ,      he   liked   getting   out   ,   swimming   around   beneath   the   earth.   but   –   but   that   was   unlikely   …      considering   cioccolata   just   went   to   the   effort   of   getting   him   clean.  

veilati​:

to his credit, doppio foregoes courtesies.  instead,  corners of his mouth turned up in what can only be satisfaction,  he places his hands up under his chin,  half steepled, half folded,  and nods emphatically.  damn,  the scent of espresso is getting to him !   he should’ve stopped at the bar first,  but the boss’s orders are priority.

“well,  yes and no,”  he begins,  breaking eye contact so he might reflect every other patron in shining eyes (  and eye up the queue  ).  “it’s more of a project,  actually,  and i heard you might be properly suited to the job,  so here we are ! ”

HOW UNUSUAL.  not at all what tiziano had expected from the man ...  he’d be less thrown , if the request was one of interrogation.  an exceptional use of talking heads .. but a project , how very .. intriguing.   “ oh ? “   a shaped silver eyebrow is raised , obviously curious.  

tiziano smiles - a glint in blue eyes , chin lent on folded hands .. he didn’t like surprises , no.  he revelled in his calm routine.  but he was surely , interested in what he’d been commissioned for ... his curiosity was always  his greatest downfall. 

“ very well -  do you want to get a drink , before we discuss the details ? “   

multavia​:  

      salvatore was pleased to hear such thing because even if he was the one making all these purchases, he didn’t want secco to be without a said on the matter. his opinion was one that he valued, even if at times, they did not agree on the same things. he wanted to give this man, the feeling of comfort & safety that had been robbed from him due to his illness—one that others dismissed as the ramblings of a madman.

      his smile grew. hand reaching out for one of the pens placed by the table top near the telephone, to circle the catalogue number that belonged to said bed. such a mundane activity, one that could even make someone like salvatore excited.

      “—the foam topper that comes with it, adapts to your body shape so it embraces you nicely. i’m sure you will enjoy it as much as i do.” green eyes were already searching for sheets to go with it, straying away from white ones despite being that his preference, considering how likely secco was going to stain them. perhaps, in some distant future when he learned more about hygiene. salvatore could only wish for so.

     he patted the spot next to him, encouraging the other to climb to the sofa & sit beside him, wanting to include him in an activity he enjoyed. “come look at furniture for your new room.”

SECCO. is quick to respond to the offer - while , was was eager to learn ... he could only study for so long before his mind began to drift, no longer willing to retain anymore information. so , he had no issues with exchanging  that task with something seemingly more enjoyable ...  abandoning the book , secco climbs onto the sofa , settling beside the doctor  - legs tucked comfortably beneath him ..  he wasn’t wearing shoes this time , so ,  the sofa wasn’t going to get dirty ..  salvatore couldn’t get annoyed right ? it was just more comfortable this way. 

“ hmm-  i - i don’t .. w-what do they n-need beside a bed ? “  secco peeks at the catalogue , taking in all the items - that , was a lot of stuff.  he wasn’t sure what he needed ... nor what he wanted.  style , wasn’t something he’d really had the chance to develop ... unsure , what he really liked. he’d have been content , just letting salvatore choose for him ...   something catches his eye , one of those chairs - that weren’t really chairs , filled instead with foam beads .. in sky blue. 

“  oh i - i like this one.”   secco beams , eagerly tapping the image on the catalogue. 

HE WAS NERVOUS. direct correspondence from doppio , wasn’t an over-all common experience within the elite guard. usually , contacting them through a simple , straightforward call - something often left for squalo to handle. 

being summoned in person ,  alone .. without the company of his partner - set him on edge.  he couldn’t piece the request together  ,  plan ahead.   tiziano offered the man a tight lipped smile over the cup of coffee he’d ordered , it was genuine .. doppio wasn’t , unpleasant.   not  like others they shared their profession with.

“ i assume you’ve got a task for me ,  one you’d prefer i carry out alone - “  he hoped it wasn’t something he’d have to keep secret , from his partner - that would be difficult.   “   do you need me to make someone talk ? “   an educated guess , considering the nature of his stand. 

“hey there !”  this chirp is unmistakably doppio’s,  swiftly drowned in the sea of idle chatter,  and he wades across the cafe floor to tuck himself comfortably across from tiziano.  

“d’you know why i called?”  it’s a question fraught with such genuine innocence it might be threatening,  or sarcastic,  or merely and simply curious. 

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Secco, ready to go filming

anyone want to become the deathnote rp fandom w gywn and i? @mafioscs

@clectriclight​ said :   ❝  You know how I’m filled with rage? ❞ 

HOW COULD HE FORGET.  ellody was as irritable , as she was irritating. mere presence , grinding on each and every one of his nerves.  but , he hadn’t seen much of her today ...  which he had been treating as a blessing.

“ if it wasn’t me , then who angered you this time ? “ 

@messiimuses​ said:  “Rage will only get you so far.” - ris to gelato

RAGE. had gotten him this far - rage , is what fuelled each and every-day ... it was why he could complete a mark , without hesitation.  without repentance.   he liked it - that influx of emotion , the rust of endorphins flooding his bloodstream.  he liked being angry , almost as much as he liked being loved. 

“ well - it’s been working for me this long , i don’t see why i should stop now  -  ris .”  

@clectriclight said:  ❝ First off, no. ❞

OH SWEET ELLODY.  so cute with that , facade of confidence .. strength , for how adorable it was ... she was still just a women. she couldn’t boss someone like him around - no , no , not at all.   “ i’m not asking you to lie for me sweetheart - .” 

the mercenary yawned , stolen rings glittering in the candle light - pockets jingling with ... thrifted , goods.  “ i’m just suggesting , you forget you ever saw me in here .. that won’t be too hard , will it ? “ 

multavia​:

     salvatore had, so much faith in his apprentice regardless how slow he could be at times. his patience finally paying off, as he guided the other through whatever it was that gave him difficulty. not once, did the doctor lose his composure in front of him. not even those times he’d forget & walk into the prestige tiled-home to stain it with dirt. he knew that with someone like secco, repetition was something he’d have to do often. a reminder here & there, until he no longer had to hear it coming from black-tinted lips. he wasn’t just brushing him off or telling  him what he wanted to hear like all those who had wronged him—no. salvatore genuinely had high hopes for someone he considered to be strong, stronger than those with ‘good health’, even.

    “—you’ve done so well, so far! i’m sure of it. you will make an excellent nurse!” at least, one that was designed to cover his needs. under any other circumstance, salvatore couldn’t trust secco to comply. he wasn’t at par with other nurses he worked with, but that was okay as long as it was only the two of them. when blood was going to be shed anyway, what did it matter if secco mixed tools?

     green eyes glance downwards to the head he was petting upon being questioned. his brows raise slightly before grinning, turning over the magazine to show to the other what exactly he was looking at. said hand used to pet him was moved for the sake of using it, pointing with his index finger at a piece of furniture. “well, now that you will be living with me, i was thinking of giving you your own room. maybe a nice bed like this one? do you like it?”

blue   eye’s   widen   ,   a   curious   look   on   his   face   –   leaning   in   a   bit   to   get   a   better   look   at   the   image   that   was   being   shown   to   him   ..      “   oh   ..”      it   was   nice   ,   almost   too   nice.   nicer   than   anything   he’d   had   before   that   was   for   sure   ..      what   he   had   in   his   old   place   ,   wasn’t   bad   ..   but   he’d   woken   up   one   too   many   times   ,   from   the   itchy   bites   of   whatever   lived   inside   the   mattress   -      sure   ,   that   his   landlord   let   that   awful   cat   sleep   there   when   he   wasn’t   around..      his   skin   nearly   itches   from   memory   alone.   

secco   nods   ,   a   smile   pulling   at   his   lips   ..   “   y-yeah   i   do   ..   it   –   it      looks   really   ,   really   comfy   .”      since   his   mind   had   begun   to   clear   –   no   longer   ,   clouded   by   only   his   venture   of   survival   ..   he’d   started   to   enjoy   things   again   ,   the   softness   of   fabric   ,   the   taste   of   sweets   ,   the   plush   comfort   of   pillows   and   blankets.         and   the   thrill   ,   of   such   morbid   curiosities   –   he’d   just   began   to   be   shown.     he’d  always  appreciated  life   ...  fighting  tooth  an  nail   to  stay  alive.   but  ,  now  ...  he  was   beginning   to  enjoy  it   again. 

“   I   –   I   don’t   think   ,   y-you   could   wake   me   up   i-if   I   fell   asleep   there.”      

multavia​:

     cioccolata appears moments later, trying to ignore this need he had of cleaning the tiles after secco exited the bathroom without bothering to dry off his feet. it was almost a miracle that he hadn’t slipped on the way to kitchen, & by the time he found the other, a faux expression of disappointment is given towards the other. “—ow… you always win. not fair, not fair!” the man whined before closing the distance between the two to pat the top of his partner’s head much like one would do to a dog.

       “they’re good, aren’t they? & i could always buy you more as long as you behave like today.” if he couldn’t get secco to bathe on a daily basis, well… at least every two to three days would be an improvement. cioccolata knew better than to try to impose such thing to the other at once. it was best to make of his bathing experience, a positive thing if he could relate it to getting macarons as his reward. his fingers picking a few strands of short messy hair while he ate. “next time… i could get you double the amount if you let me check on your teeth. you know that you can’t just eat sugar without the proper care!”

he   nods   ,   enjoying   the   final   macaroon   ,   and   the   feeling   of   fingers   in   his   now   clean   hair   –   he   ,   he   could   do   that   ..         it   wasn’t   that   bad.   .      not   when   he   had   such   nice   things   to   look   forward   to   after.   but   not   ,   not   ..   everyday   ,   that   would   be   too   much.   

secco   pauses   ,   swallowing   his   bite   –   running   his   tongue   along   the   crooked   rows   of   teeth   ,   pointed   canines.      most   of   them   ,      were   still   there   …      all   of   them   covered   in   the   results   of   consuming   sugar   all   morning.      but   otherwise   –   in   okay   ,   condition   ..   not   perfect   ,   no   ,   no   ,   no,   not   perfect   like   cioccolata’s.      not   that   unnatural   ,   gleaming   white   –   but   ..   they   were   okay   .      a   bit   sensitive   at   times   ,   prone   to   pain   when   met   with   something   cold   –   but   he   could   live   with   that.      it   was   the   one   downfall   of   his   ,   habit   –   that   risk   that   his   teeth   would   ,   soften   and   rot   ,   falling   from   his   mouth.         the   thought   made   his   skin   crawl   –   but   ….   not   enough   to   cease,   eating   sweet   after   tasty   sweet.

“   y-   yeah   ..      i   know   ..   if   i   don’t   brush   them   ,   once   –   “         large   eyes   glance   up   at   the   man   ,   quick   to   fix   his   slip   up.   “   uh   ,   t-twice   a   day   ..   they’ll   r-rot.”         he’d   pulled   a   rotten   tooth   before   …      in   that   time   before   ..   the   idea,   that   bones   could   rot   was   an   alarming   realisation…      one   he   didn’t   want   to   think   about   too   long.      “   and   –   could   get   s-sick   ,   or   s-something   …      i   know.   “

multavia​:

    there weren’t many things that cioccolata considered to be endearing, but upon seeing that smile on secco’s face, peaking through the hole that was left in this makeshift cocoon he created, it nearly made his heart melt. his dear, dear secco was clean & soft! the tender skin, often prompt to becoming irritated, was under control with the type of care treatment that the ex-surgeon deemed best. for such a fragile looking body, was becoming strong ever since he ended under his care. the fluffiness of the towel later abandoning the other for the sake of dressing him with clothes chosen by cioccolata himself—those he had learned that suited best for the other according to his needs.

 “—ah-ah! almost done!” how cute. so very precious was the excitement he saw in his partner’s face! cioccolata couldn’t help but grin at that; taking the opportunity now that he was too compliant, to brush his hair, moisturize his skin & trim his nails. if it wasn’t for the promise of pastries, he would’ve even forced him to wash his mouth so he could be complete! oh, well…

    “alright, alright. you did good, so you win! how about we see who gets there first?”  the ex-surgeon followed his question with a low hum, well aware that in case of a race, he’d lose. secco was much faster than himself, but that didn’t stop him from making such insinuation. he truly wanted to see just how excited his parter was. “three, two, one, go!”

secco   allows   himself   to   be   preened   –   cioccolata   ,   diligently   tending   to   his   skin   and   hair   ..   each   nail   trimmed   perfectly.   an   entire   ,   routine   of   grooming   he   otherwise   would   have   skipped     -      but   cioccolata   ,   never   left   a   job   unfinished   ,   completed   to   anything   but   perfection.      with   each   passing   moment   ,   secco   grows   more   and   more   impatient   …      a   low   whine   humming   within   his   throat.   wishing   to   rush   along   the   process      ..   to   finally   claim   his   reward.

so,   the   moment   the   word   leaves   his   partners   mouth   –   secco   is   gone   ,      down   the   hallway   ,      rounding   the   corner   to   the   kitchen   ..   at   a   speed   ,   almost   inhuman.      damp   feet   ,   momentary   sliding   along   the   polished   tiles...   narrowly   missing   one   of   the   sculptures   settled   on   a   pedestal.      he’d   still   prefer   ,   to   take   the   underground   route   –   disappearing   to   only   reemerge   in   the   kitchen.      but   –   that   would   risk   making   cioccolata   unhappy   …   hard-work   ,   undone   in   a   matter   of   seconds   as   oasis   covers   his   clean   skin   in   a   thin   layer   of   dust.      he   could   wait   …      a   little   longer   ,   before   retreating   back   into   the   comfort   of   his   stand.   inside   their   house   -   being   one   of   the   only   places   ,   he'd   consider   himself   comfortable   enough   to   go   without.   

the   prize   is   quickly   claimed   ,   pulled   off   the   counter  to  rest  in  his  lap   -   secco   watches   as   the   ex-surgeon   rounds   the   corner.      grin   wide   on   his   face      ,   hand   already   deep   within   the   bag   of   pastries   ...   there   weren’t   that   many   left   ..   two   ,   no   ,   three   ..   

he   chuckles   ,   a   certain   pride   -   over   besting   cioccolata   at   something.   a   true   show   ,   of   how   strong   he’d   become.      one   pale   macaroon   is   stuffed   into   his   mouth.         “i   won.”