A 'Fruit' Company

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// Hello! I am not dead! I have moved to @pandoran-box. Gappy has moved there along with some other muses!

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I gotta say, the Jobin and Mitsuba scenes were so adorable this chapter. Also, anyone who can also agree that Mitsuba’s rock nose is super cute, can’t possibly be a villain

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// Hey! Just letting everyone know I’m not dead! Just been spending time on another blog, been busy with work, and just taking a short mental break. I will be back soon to work on starters and replies. Hope everyone is well and taking care of themselves and also thanks for being patient!

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Jojolion

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// Plotting call! I’m so bored at work since there are no deliveries coming in.

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// Not going to lie

But I really want to do a good smut thread.  I haven’t done one of those in ages and I don’t think I ever have in the Jojo fandom.  

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      ❝   YOU ARE   …   ❞      he speaks to their back ,   INQUIRY .   here ,   here ,   his interest piques   &   original concentration diverts .   eyne a darkness ,   narrowing ,   NARROWING ,   RAVENOUS like a beast’s jaw slavering with DUSK .   words gorge itself ,   suppressing the mere baseless existence of accusations   &   instead becoming more of a calmness ,   a careful delivery .

     ❝   —–   the one who was with FORMAGGIO .   ❞

Josuke had been restocking Trish’s pantry with the groceries he had been required to get for her before her meeting with Risotto before he had sneaked up behind him and had immediately made his presence known.   Even after already accompanying Formaggio on a few assassination missions, it seemed Trish still couldn’t quite let go of her favorite errand boy to have him be with La Squadra full time.  In fact, Josuke had spend so little time at the La Squadra base, he didn’t even get to meet their capo until now.

Formaggio had warned him about his capo.  If he ever stops to ask you questions, be honest and don’t be intimidated.  Lying to him is the last thing you want to do.  “I was.”, Josuke finally answers, putting down her groceries on the counter, not showing any signs of fear and going about his business as if he were any guest.  “Are you Risotto?”

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【 @altarfated​ continued from [x] 】

Jobin smiles sympathetically at the boy.  The man squats in front of him, eye level, patting his head.  “Your secret is safe with me.”, he says as he then fished in his pocket for a small clear packet of Japanese konpeito candies and place them in the small boys praying hands.  He knew his father would be furious that he had sweets in his possession before dinner, but was the point of being a child if you didn’t break rules every once in awhile.  Even coming from a strict Japanese household, even Jobin broke rules in his youth.  

“As long as you don’t let your father know, I think we are even.”

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Trish’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the millions – no, billions – in that case. For once, past the cold, unfeeling exterior, her lips parted, awe-struck soundless breaths escaping her. She stared at it blankly for a good few moments before it registered in her mind what exactly it was.

“E-Entry… fee?” she dumbly parroted, gaze snapping from briefcase to Josuke. Whatever affection she had felt towards him swiftly melted away, replaced with a stunning frigidness that could drop the temperature in the room. “Entry fee.”

The last repetition was far more incredulous, laced with anger and a brow raised at the audacity of what was playing out before her. Trish reached into her pockets, smoothing white gloves over her hands and barking out something sharp and loud in Italian.

Moments later, one of the manor’s servants entered the room with a magnifying glass, brightening the room’s lights on the way. She picked up one stack of the notes, drawing out a few of them to check the legitimacy. So far, they were genuine and not forgery.

“Josuke, I don’t know how you got it into your head that I would ever let you ascend to the rank of Capo, entry fee or not.” she spat, clearly incensed that she had, once again, thoroughly underestimated him. 

“ – Do you really want to become a target my father will have an eye on? You have the graces of my company by sheer fact he thinks you insignificant. If you present this to Pericolo, you do realise I will never be able to protect you from anyone in Passione, right? Do you even have what it takes to manage finance, a squad or what not? Buying your way into the position is just one of the steps.”

Trish posed an absolute valid point.  He could continue to thrive in Passione by being an underling.  Being Trish’s errand boy and float for La Squadra seemed ideal.  Most people had to pay Passione their life savings just for guaranteed protection, while all Josuke had to do was work for them occasionally.  Of course, he was grateful for everything that Trish had done for him.  He wasn’t about to allow her to think for one second he didn’t appreciate her.

As she checked for the legitimacy of the notes, he places a hand on her knee, looking up at her with a serious expression; a move that would probably get the average person in Passione killed.  “Trish, I am the last person in the world who would deceive you or would make rash decisions without considering the costs.”, he began.  “I understand that being promoted comes with the price of giving up my safety, but if Passione is going to be my life now, I want to do everything I can to be useful.”

His grip on her knee became slightly tighter.  “I don’t have any experience with finances, managing a squad, or leadership in general.  However, I do believe the Rokakaka trade would be in much better hands if I were in charge.  You want to know the secret of harvesting the fruit for yourself so you wouldn’t have to rely on my brother, right?  I know him better than anyone else in this organization.  If I were to work along side him and learn his secrets, you would no longer need him and the trade will be under our monopoly.  I can be the one to take over the fruit trade, but in order to do that, I need resources.  Resources that wouldn't be available to me unless I were promoted.  So please, Trish.  Allow me to become a capo.”

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“Ah, I… think we’ve met before.” Merely spoken in jest, but there was surely a reason behind his initiation of conversation. Arms folded neatly behind himself as he made no further attempts of intruding upon personal space, settling to, instead, observe from a relatively… friendly distance. “You were the one with the… print of Mona, weren’t you? I was a tad, erm, curious about her, if you wouldn’t mind having a bit of a sit down with me. If not, I understand. I don’t mean to waste your time.”

The surgeon’s gaze immediately was met by the sharply dressed salary man.  Normally he wouldn’t even bother wasting his precious time with a complete stranger, just because he asks for his company.  However, his complete interest in his print definitely caught his attention.  Kira’s interests were...unique to say the least.  Never in his life, outside of various online forums, had he met someone that had an appreciated such art.

Kira’s cold stare softens, gratefully accepting the invitation by siting down with him at the quaint cafe.  “Sure.  I have time to kill before my ship arrives.”, he says before ordering a green tea.  The sailor folds his perfectly manicured and feminine hands on the table.  “By all means, what would you like to know about her?”

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// The need to make a Troy and Tyreen Calypso blog is so strong.  I really miss rping in the Borderlands fandom.  Sucks that there is very little info on these characters yet.  It’s very likely I won’t be able to make the blog closer to launch in September.  

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【 @heartshredded continued from [x] 】

Josuke witnessed the strange teenager’s reaction with confusion.  Despite a gun now being pointed in his direction, he didn’t seem to be expressing an ounce of fear.  However, as the Italian requested, he didn’t take a step near him.  Josuke knew exactly what he was referring to.  He never understood why people made such a big deal out of it.  Was it really that unusual to have an extra set of balls?

“I”m the weirdo?  Who freaks out when they see four of something?”. Josuke asks irritably.  He produces a small bubble from his birthmark, holding it between his fingers in case he decided to fire.

“I’m not contagious, nor will I come near you.  However, if you decide to fire, I will have no choice but to defend myself.”

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The woman slipped into the seat that was once occupied by Formaggio, a glittering smile on her face, hand toying with the collar of Josuke’s jacket. Most of the gathered men’s attention were to the woman on stage as the music intensified to a deafening thrum, though as the woman spoke her voice carried well enough to be heard through it.

“Of course I am, silly, who else would I be?” she answered, hand dipping lower to press against his chest instead. Unfortunately (or perhaps, fortunately) for Josuke, it wasn’t long before Formaggio returned to the club, easily weaving through the crowd.

Hands shoved into his pockets, he stalked over towards the main stage, where their target was enjoying a privileged view of the dancer. He seemed to pass right by the man, then circled back around to walk towards his and Josuke’s seat.

To an eagle-eyed person, they might’ve spotted Formaggio withdrawing something from his pocket prior; tossing something far too small for the naked eye into the man’s drink. The self-assured smile on his face meant that their job here was done, and they could sit back and relax now.

The woman occupying Formaggio’s seat jumped slightly and ended up giggling as he lifted her by the waist, tucking an arm around her hips and settling her on his lap as he shot a grin to Josuke.

“Looks like y’already made a friend whilst I was gone?” he asked, eyes creasing in the corners, smile broad with her hands settled on his chest now. “ – So, are you gonna buy ‘er a drink or should I steal your fun for the night?”

No comment about their target, it seemed.

Josuke honestly didn’t know how to react.  If the club had stable lighting, his deep blush would have been very noticeable.  He was not used to this much attention, especially when it came to members of the opposite sex.  Most people tend to ignore him.  His heart was pounding against his chest as he eyed her hands and how she very casually were placing them on his chest.  So many impure thoughts raced through his mind of what else she can do with them.  He wanted to say something.  Anything.  Though no words came out.

Out of the corner of Josuke’s eye, he saw Formaggio return to their spot at the bar.  Right!  He was suppose to be watching the target.  His eyes gaze back up just briefly, making sure he hadn’t left his current position near the stag.  With Josuke’s very keen eyesight, he saw Formaggio slip something into his drink.  It wasn’t poison, but a barely noticeable and extremely tiny object.  So that is what he was doing.  Josuke pretended to make no notice in the assassin in progress, instead had his attention on Formaggio, who had stolen the woman’s attention.

He couldn’t help but feel a ping of jealousy as Formaggio casually place her on his lap.  He knew that the assassin had come here plenty of times, for both business and pleasure; so he was most likely familiar with some of the other regulars and dancers.  Josuke didn’t say a word, immediately motioning the bar tender for two drinks.  This time, Josuke had ordered something a bit more sophisticated and strong.  

Josuke handed her the drink, silently, still not exactly knowing how to begin a conversation with her.  Great, out of all times, why did he have to be shy.  He took his own drink and downed at least half the glass of booze.  

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