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hey
can i ask you something
you've kind of made yourself the go-to guy for like
moonblessing bullshit
and dealing with people bullshit
i'm just trying to think through something
figured you might have some ideas
can i ask you something
you've kind of made yourself the go-to guy for like
moonblessing bullshit
and dealing with people bullshit
i'm just trying to think through something
figured you might have some ideas
Edited (AND ALSO PAGE 2 APPARENTLY) 2019-12-19 19:05 (UTC)
Hey, Leone. I...uh, need someone impartial to talk to. Let me know when you're available.
N-no rush or anything, heh.
N-no rush or anything, heh.
[ On Christmas Eve, Abbacchio will receive a delivery via courier. It's a shoddily wrapped present, and when he opens it, there's a book-shaped handbag. ]
To Abbacchio,
I thought of you when I saw it. Hope your Christmas is going great. Maybe you should think about being a little nicer to me next year.
- ❤J☮suke❤
P.S. Don't actually kill anyone.
To Abbacchio,
I thought of you when I saw it. Hope your Christmas is going great. Maybe you should think about being a little nicer to me next year.
- ❤J☮suke❤
P.S. Don't actually kill anyone.
Edited 2019-12-30 17:50 (UTC)
I promised Jotaro that I'd spend New Year's with him, since we missed out on doing that on our journey, and I don't want him to be left alone with his thoughts. Is that alright with you? I promise that my first kiss of the new year is already put aside with your name on it, haha!
(And since it'll be Sanguis, I'll make it up to you. You won't have a strand of hair untouched.)
(And since it'll be Sanguis, I'll make it up to you. You won't have a strand of hair untouched.)
[A mysterious, beautifully wrapped parcel shows up on Abbacchio's doorstep one fine morning. No note or anything on the outside, but the inside's what counts anyway; peep this shit, this shit, this shit, and this shit. Plus a length of polypropylene webbing rope, neatly tied with a ribbon around it.
There's thankfully a note with this veritable treasure trove of goodies!]
I got a discount at one of the local shops. I hope you like these. :)
There's thankfully a note with this veritable treasure trove of goodies!]
I got a discount at one of the local shops. I hope you like these. :)
[An excellent Niichan deserves an excellent gift on Valentine's Day! This one shows up a little late in the day, but late still counts so long as it's before the end of the day!!
Rather than traditional homemade chocolates, Abbacchio will find a more...DIY gift of choco in the bag: chocolate discs for melting, and some very special molds to put it in.]
Rather than traditional homemade chocolates, Abbacchio will find a more...DIY gift of choco in the bag: chocolate discs for melting, and some very special molds to put it in.]
hi
you haven't done one of your advice posts in a while but
i kind of
need some
normally i would just be anonymous but that would be sort of weird to just message you from an anonymous account
and you probably wouldn't take that very seriously
anyway
can i ask you some stuff
and can we pretend like this is anonymous anyway
you haven't done one of your advice posts in a while but
i kind of
need some
normally i would just be anonymous but that would be sort of weird to just message you from an anonymous account
and you probably wouldn't take that very seriously
anyway
can i ask you some stuff
and can we pretend like this is anonymous anyway
Ummmmmmmmmmm.
[Well. That sure is a voice on the other end of this call, and it's unmistakably a girl's voice, and actually it's even pretty identifiable as Reimi's voice, but there's...hmm.
Shall we say, there's something off about it. Higher-pitched. More piping. Suspicious.]
This says "Niichan"! I can read it! But Rohan-tan said this phone is for me. So the speed dials must be for me too! But I don't have a Niichan. Who's this, please-and-thank-you?
[Well. That sure is a voice on the other end of this call, and it's unmistakably a girl's voice, and actually it's even pretty identifiable as Reimi's voice, but there's...hmm.
Shall we say, there's something off about it. Higher-pitched. More piping. Suspicious.]
This says "Niichan"! I can read it! But Rohan-tan said this phone is for me. So the speed dials must be for me too! But I don't have a Niichan. Who's this, please-and-thank-you?
greeting to new married man... is KONOHA!
i want apologize for cannot go to wedding... is much fighting so husband and i stay home, but is sorry for not seeing ceremony.
i want send gift... can i ask address?
i want apologize for cannot go to wedding... is much fighting so husband and i stay home, but is sorry for not seeing ceremony.
i want send gift... can i ask address?
look sorry i really didn't mean to make it about me
but then it was about me and i just really sucks, you know?
i'm still just trying to get through basic shit
and everyone else has it all figured out
i guess i'm just trying to put it together
see what i'm doing wrong
i dunno
it's stupid
and just so you know
i hate that you were right
but then it was about me and i just really sucks, you know?
i'm still just trying to get through basic shit
and everyone else has it all figured out
i guess i'm just trying to put it together
see what i'm doing wrong
i dunno
it's stupid
and just so you know
i hate that you were right
Sorry I haven't had time to come take your test. My partner and I have been having a rough adjustment period. He's Iris and was affected through the triple moons, so I couldn't afford to divide my attenion. Like I said, we're new. But I am still interested in a job.
Are you free today?
Are you free today?
mio caro, i know you wish not to have sympathy and understand completely
along the same sentiments, i feel as if i have not tried to better stay in contact with you in my attempts to focus on business
although it would be best if this were under better circumstances i would hope you would allow me a chance to do something for you during this time
if you would prefer to have your space i completely understand
along the same sentiments, i feel as if i have not tried to better stay in contact with you in my attempts to focus on business
although it would be best if this were under better circumstances i would hope you would allow me a chance to do something for you during this time
if you would prefer to have your space i completely understand
So something tells me you may know the best way to remedy this...
How does one cover bruises on their neck with make up?
I've tried with just my foundation and it looks.. muddy and definitely like I'm unsuccessfully trying to cover a bruise.
[Leone is a handsome man.
And Caesar can appreciate that beauty no matter what brightly colored moon is lingering in the sky.
It doesn't matter what drove him here. The pretense was the same. The promise of sharing yet another bottle of subpar wine with small talk about the bullshit situations this place puts them in. It's a chance to vent and laugh and talk about the home neither one of them will get to return to.
But Leone isn't stupid and Caesar isn't shy. A single glass of wine is all he manages to get through before he makes a move-his hand moving to rest against the back of his companion's neck, his fingertips lightly tracing imaginary lines against his skin. The golden ears atop his head flick and his slim tail wraps around Leone's ankle.]
Let's try something different tonight.
And Caesar can appreciate that beauty no matter what brightly colored moon is lingering in the sky.
It doesn't matter what drove him here. The pretense was the same. The promise of sharing yet another bottle of subpar wine with small talk about the bullshit situations this place puts them in. It's a chance to vent and laugh and talk about the home neither one of them will get to return to.
But Leone isn't stupid and Caesar isn't shy. A single glass of wine is all he manages to get through before he makes a move-his hand moving to rest against the back of his companion's neck, his fingertips lightly tracing imaginary lines against his skin. The golden ears atop his head flick and his slim tail wraps around Leone's ankle.]
Let's try something different tonight.
[He barely noted the change in atmosphere-the purple glow that suddenly cast across the room did little more than earn a quick look from Caesar.
It's odd, but he's not about to stop-the man underneath him holds more importance than some weird color changing sky. That can wait.
The problem is every bit of contact that would normally send pleasant shivers down his spine and flood his senses with a need for more-
Starts to hurt.
And he's a young guy. Nothing about this should hurt. His fingertips shouldn't feel like they're on fire when they touch Leone's bare skin and his dick definitely shouldn't feel like that. It's such a sudden change that he tries to hold out, for a couple seconds, but-
He rolls off of Leone and lays limp on the blanket beside him, a bitter 'Fuck' falling out of his mouth.]
What did you do?
It's odd, but he's not about to stop-the man underneath him holds more importance than some weird color changing sky. That can wait.
The problem is every bit of contact that would normally send pleasant shivers down his spine and flood his senses with a need for more-
Starts to hurt.
And he's a young guy. Nothing about this should hurt. His fingertips shouldn't feel like they're on fire when they touch Leone's bare skin and his dick definitely shouldn't feel like that. It's such a sudden change that he tries to hold out, for a couple seconds, but-
He rolls off of Leone and lays limp on the blanket beside him, a bitter 'Fuck' falling out of his mouth.]
What did you do?
[Really, he's offended for two reasons.
One-
Ragù is too talented in makeup artistry for this generic, chalky grocery store bullshit she desperately wanted one afternoon. She really has a gift-the little braids in his hair showcase this five year old's talent and she managed to make those primary colors pop on his eyelids. It's the metaphorical Zeppeli in her.
Two-
This tea party only sells tea, which is actually just water, and when he asked for imaginary espresso, he was denied under the pretense of this being tea only.
He bites down an argument because she's his daughter and also five years old.
But his sweet principessa made it up to him with a high quality makeover-bright orange eyeshadow, pops of glitter lip gloss on his cheeks and hair, shaky eyeliner across his forehead that's definitely not the wing she promised, but that's whatever-eyeliner flowers are high fashion anyway.
It's only when he hears the front door open that he pulls back, replacing his empty spot with the now awake Lasagna who is more than thrilled to get a makeover from his sister.
He's got a pan of tomato sauce heating up in the kitchen anyway-he still has to boil the pasta, but they have plenty of time.]
Leone, our daughter is a prodigy. [He points a finger to his eyelid before removing the tiara from his hair. Something he earned for being patient while waiting for his water order-a gift he plops atop Leone's head now.] She did that on her own. If you teach her a few techniques, she'll best any child at her school.
One-
Ragù is too talented in makeup artistry for this generic, chalky grocery store bullshit she desperately wanted one afternoon. She really has a gift-the little braids in his hair showcase this five year old's talent and she managed to make those primary colors pop on his eyelids. It's the metaphorical Zeppeli in her.
Two-
This tea party only sells tea, which is actually just water, and when he asked for imaginary espresso, he was denied under the pretense of this being tea only.
He bites down an argument because she's his daughter and also five years old.
But his sweet principessa made it up to him with a high quality makeover-bright orange eyeshadow, pops of glitter lip gloss on his cheeks and hair, shaky eyeliner across his forehead that's definitely not the wing she promised, but that's whatever-eyeliner flowers are high fashion anyway.
It's only when he hears the front door open that he pulls back, replacing his empty spot with the now awake Lasagna who is more than thrilled to get a makeover from his sister.
He's got a pan of tomato sauce heating up in the kitchen anyway-he still has to boil the pasta, but they have plenty of time.]
Leone, our daughter is a prodigy. [He points a finger to his eyelid before removing the tiara from his hair. Something he earned for being patient while waiting for his water order-a gift he plops atop Leone's head now.] She did that on her own. If you teach her a few techniques, she'll best any child at her school.
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