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honey can't you see the bloodstains on my teeth.
i'm not the beast i used to be.
indie Leone Abbacchio. written by dezember.
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troublelocks.
❝ THIRTY MINUTES?! ❞ And with that, her hair became quite animated, waving and twisting like a flag in the breeze. She thought too soon, this situation was quickly getting worse. Just how long had she been wandering?
Taking yet another deep breath, she attempted to calm herself for probably the millionth time today. ❝ …I apologize. ❛ Thirty minutes ❜ really caught me off guard. ❞ She did short breathing exercises to calm her stand down at least, which worked for the most part. Although it still moved, this movement could once again be blamed on the wind.
❝ Okay… Thirty minutes isn’t too long, I walk pretty fast as well… ❞ she said more to herself, her voice trailing off as her eyes wandered and landed on two familiar looking men. She briefly thought back to where she’d seen them, and remembered that they tried to approach her earlier that day.
She was being followed. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse.
❝ I hate to be a burden and ask you this, but could you escort me to my hotel? Preferably a route with a lot of twists and turns? I don’t want to alarm you, but I believe I’m being followed by two men. ❞
The instinct is to take some kind of defensive position, hands jerking upwards in the hopes that if her distinctly unnatural hair is a stand that decides to go for him, he’d be able to do something about it. Moody Blues remains safely secreted away, at least, but Abbacchio only regains his composure when she relaxes slightly. “The hell was-- yeah, I can see it certainly caught something.”
Damn, everyone’s weird. He’s not going to catch a break any time soon. “You’ll live.” Half an hour isn’t bad at all, why she’s so worked up about it is entirely a mystery. That should be the end of it-- but it isn’t.
Abbacchio doesn’t seem alarmed in the slightest when she says she’s being followed. No motion of surprise, only a flick of his gaze towards the individuals who the girl’s attention stopped on. Not anyone he actually knows, and while his second or two of glaring does make them act as if they’re not doing anything relevant, Abbacchio isn’t entirely certain that he’s scared them off with a scowl. If it was definitely Passione members they would be very easy to shoo off without a scene, but an unknown group or just some street thugs are more of a hassle.
His frown deepens. If he does nothing and she ends up dead, another kid on the news, high school student found murdered, that would cause a whole debacle. And the debacle would be annoying (meaning: the two more noble members of the gang would be vexed about it and then Abbacchio would be guilty, on top of whatever mild guilt his moral compass is capable of). “...Yeah, alright.” A concession. “Walk with me, then.”
And so he turns and sets off with a wave, doing the grace of not walking too fast for the girl without appearing as if he is too concerned about this entire endeavour. “If they try anything, I’d expect that hair nonsense of yours to be a help.”
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suddenly realizes ive been so distracted by hektormuse that i just. forgot i was wanting to make a queue here. someone kick my ass
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Don’t invite me to your wedding i will look better than you and it will be embarrassing for us both
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mudoro.
“david’s got a name, yeah. i didn’t make him with golden experience. that’d be cheating. goliath beetles are a pain in the ass to get, but i ensure you he’s real.” giorno says, standing next to the other, hands in his pockets. he’s a bit nervous, but it’ll pass. probably.
“is it? fair enough.” it’s only cheating a little bit. abbacchio mutters something indistinguishable towards the bug-- maybe a hello. it’s a cool-looking little thing.
“that’s a good name for it.” he’s almost loathe to give giorno any sort of verbal admission that he did a good job on anything, but this is a small thing. so abacchio allows it. “why goliath beetles? with your taste, i expected something colorful.”
#mudoro#s all good i done did fixed it#abba thinks gios pets are rad as hell and hes mad that he finds anything about giorno cool at all....
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dasalvare.
the whirring of a gesticulating pistol by his ear managed to draw mista’s attention to the right spot at the right time. at nearly the right time. his hands flew up to collide with the incoming object and a sharp cry of incredulity sprang from his throat, ‘hey - hey! the hell, abbacchio I could’ve lost that!’
“i gave you a warning.” barely, but it was given. abbacchio will take it as an excuse for himself. “besides, aren’t you supposed to be the lucky one? you’re the last person i’d expect to lose to a pistol.” both in terms of accidentally getting shot or just losing it in general. abbacchio’s too preoccupied to put much more thought into the situation, however.
the desk he’s digging through that provided the pistol in the first place has a minute to exist in relative peace as abbacchio continues digging through the contents, then slams the drawer shut with a completely unnecessary amount of violence. “well, fuck. that gun’s the only vaguely helpful thing in there anyways.”
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starsoveratlas.
“That depends, I suppose.” On what? Giorno’s a little too spiteful to give Abbacchio the information that easily. “A dead plant is a dead plant, but it can always become something else.“
“a different plant.” no need to be shitty. rather than pitching the tea at giorno’s head just to see what would happen, abbacchio drops the bag into the mug where it belongs. unavailable as a weapon (for now). “your stand seems too versatile. good to know it has some shit it can’t do.”
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❝ even god gets lonely at night. ❞
art source. personals don’t reblog.
#i love dean more than i love myself they are wonderful and i feel blessed and thankful every time they put any content on my dash#also this is such a pretty promo dean wth#promos#i love you
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@dasalvare / oneliner
“hey. catch.” and that’s all the warning mista gets before a decidedly-important and highly-breakable find gets tossed across to him. “hold that for a second, will you?”
#dasalvare#.....a questionable pastime from abba#u know. being a criminal and generally suspect and also dumb. tossing evidence an shit around. whomst cares on this fine day
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We aren't yellow. We're gold. There's a difference.
There really isn’t, and I reiterate the ‘always annoying’ part.
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mudoro:
I’M PLAYING A VIDEO GAME WELL YOU CUCK.
Unacceptable. None of that business in my house.
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vibrantshooter.
I hate to say it but you’re both kinda right but also kinda wrong. He’s a odd mix of Plankton and Spongebob, their personalities mix kinda well but if in all actuality if we’re at all serious; Giorno is the background fish Fred, the one who screams ‘MY LEG’.
Counterpoint:
He is yellow and won’t stop annoying me.
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mudoro ответил(a) на ваш пост:elanore i cant fucking believe you chose the...
dez im trying to pose my abba and gio sas’ in the la pieta sculptures pose becsuse you told me to do something stupid and abba will not fit in gio’s lap please send help
you fool, he’s too strong and beautiful to be contained
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vibrantshooter.
WELL HELLO MISTER SQUIDWARD.
Giorno is spongebob.
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mudoro.
I went from C- to B- in Splat Zones Ranked in Splatoon 2. Cuckold isn’t even gamer slang. Fuck you.
I have literally no fucking idea what any of that means, but I’m going to choose to be disappointed in you.
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vibrantshooter.
What, do you want me to say you’re the new fugo then??
God, that’s not a legacy I want to keep up with in the slightest. At least title me simply The Worst.
#vibrantshooter#You may address me as such in formal situations. Like a kind of 'your majesty' but just 'your imperial worstness'
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