[ There was a huff of breath from Mista, shaking his head just a little before flopping back on the couch. ]

You know, you deserve good things too, you gotta stop doing that...

[ Wise words from a drunk idiot, bringing his hands up to the sides of his own face and smooshing his cheeks together. ]

...I called someone ragazzone. I don't know who it was and now I'm afraid to even look. Fuuuuck.