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【ℬ】        ❝ I can keep my dick in my pants UNLIKE SOMEONE– And looking feminine doesn’t bother me at all, it means I’m more pleasing to the eye. ❞

The man needed sleep but there was no way he was getting it now. It was insult after insult. The urge to practice of the effects medicine was suddenly rising. A ‘ small ’ injection around or in the neck and he’d be as limp as a noodle. 

It was this moment right here that Diavolo finally realized what his real place was, what his true job was. He was put on this earth to get tested by his patience, an when that wouldn’t work, he’d probably end up losing it and taking it all out on this guy. One could only hope.

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          “ My dick’s in my pants right now.  Yours on the other hand?  Nonexistent.  I’d tell you to grow a pair but you’ve already got ovaries. ”

Just how far could he push this man before he got stabbed?  He’s going to be finding out soon at this rate.  Was pissing Diavolo off one of the best ideas Mista ever had?  No, but in his eyes it seemed like a yes.  This was a good way to waste time, though there were plenty of thing he’d rather be doing right now than listening to Diavolo’s shit.

          “ Look, you seem tired.  You’ve gotta lot of dick to take tomorrow, so why don’t you get some shut eye, alright? ”

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【ℬ】       ❝ Woah woah woah. Who said I was fucking him? Are you trying THAT hard to make me look THAT BAD? ❞

He wasn’t even concerned about the cleanness now, no. This BOY just accused him of having sex with the damn director of the hospital. Y’know, Diavolo could paralyze him, in fact, HE WANTED TO. No one could catch him in the act. They were in a little blind spot after all–

        ❝ Now you listen to me, I’m only  saying this ONCE ; don’t you EVER spread a rumor about me just because you’re pissy. Go ahead and make that mistake, see what happens. ❞  

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          “ What?  Like one ‘bout how you can’t keep your dick in your pants?  Or maybe one that you don’t have a dick at all -- you look feminine as hell, people’d believe it. ”

At this point, Mista was just fucking with the poor guy out of spite.  The topic at hand wasn’t affecting his work, and this whole ordeal was just wasting his time on a pissy man who needed a nap. Still though, he couldn’t help but have a small worry in the back of his mind that he would USE that needle.  He wouldn’t hold it against him, but doing something like that over such a small thing?  Nahhh, he wouldn’t.  He’s not THAT crazy.

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【ℬ】        ❝ Shoving your dick in every hole it can fit in IS apparently affecting your work. The truck is suppose to be a STERILE place, and here you are getting cum and whatever else all over the damn place. ❞

Diavolo was truly disgusted at the mere thought of it. Then again, it did sounds kinda fun. Having sex in a place where you could possibly be caught–?

Though, if a little needle wouldn’t do it, he supposed something a little bigger and sharper would do. This man was known to get a little serious about these things, so nothing he’d do was considered ‘ too far ’ in his eyes.

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          “ Alright look, that’s bullshit and you know it!  There’s only ONE PERSON around here I’m having sex with and we BOTH know who that is.  And I’ll have you know that I CLEAN UP after myself.  Plus, I’M not the one fucking DIO BRANDO. ”

     Did Mista really know if they were having sex?  Nope, but he has his suspicions and with enough luck Diavolo might just give himself away here.

He wasn’t REALLY going to use that needle, right?  Sure he had his fair share of issues, but Mista doubted he’d stick a needle filled with ... whatever that was in him just for having sex in an ambulance.

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【ℬ】It’s about three in the morning. Diavolo is tired. He’s always tired. He hasn’t had his coffee yet, and on top of it all, he hasn’t passed out yet. So this was a pretty good combination. Congratulations! You’ve officially pissed him off under all the right conditions! 

His eyes were heavy and full of irritation mixed in with tiredness, yet his gaze on the male was SHARPER THAN GLASS. To further the intimation, he had an instrument in his hand, a syringe to be exact. Now, to use it to benefit himself.

        ❝ Listen, it’s late. I want to go home, you want to go home, I get it. But having you CONSTANTLY FUCKING AROUND this place won’t get us anywhere, so TIGHTEN UP, will you? This is a s e r i o u s job we have here and we don’t need any fucking clowns, the children ward, however, may need one or two– But my point is, if I catch you slipping up again, I won’t be as n i c e about it. Consider this a w a r n i n g. ❞

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     Seriously?  Was he at it again?  

     It was’t unusual for Diavolo to get like this from lack of sleep and whatever else happened to be affecting him in such a negative way that night, but usually it wasn’t his case he was getting onto.  Mista was hardly INTIMIDATED by the man -- how could you call him intimidating when he looked like a WOMAN half of the time?  This was more of a nuisance than anything.

     Mista only glared back at the man, seeming more DISGUSTED and annoyed than anything else.  He’s had his suspicions that this guy was doing the same thing he was getting onto him about, so Diavolo was the LAST person he wanted to be hearing this from.

               “ Look buddy, I do my job around here just fine.  What I’m doing when I’m not driving isn’t affecting my work, is it?  No.  So quit threatening me with a fuckin’ needle and go take a nap. ”

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     Mista was by no means an ALCOHOLIC, in fact, he drunk surprisingly less than some people he knew, not caring for the taste too much, but definitely enjoying the effects.  Though when it came to parties, he happily indulged.  It’s Halloween, and there’s no good reason he shouldn’t enjoy himself.

     Arms wrapped loosely around the younger males frame, drink still in hand.  While others may get moody or even violent when they’re drunk, Mista happened to be the EMOTIONAL type, and depending on his mood this could either turn out good or bad.  Luckily today, it seemed to be good.

     A smile was spread across his face, even giggling a bit as the other responded.  Now how was he supposed to turn down an offer like that?  He couldn’t ( not that he’d even want to ), which lead him to close the little space left between them, his lips eagerly connecting with his Don’s.

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