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The many deaths (and color schemes) of Diavolo
Went from caramel to mocha
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myentropy:
i’m saying that between the two of them one choice puts you at a bigger risk of potential harm.
so you’re saying. . you want me to wear the black one then? or do we wear something else.
myentropy replied to your post: i can't fucking believe you bought that shirt.
you’re not supposed to wear black to the beach, it soaks up all the suns heat. i’m also not going if you plan on giving me heatstroke.
----so you want the pink one. . ?
i can't fucking believe you bought that shirt.
“its almost time for our vacation! i needed something festive. there’s a black one too-- you know what? i’ll get it for you. what size are you?”
❝ Did you just talk back to me? ❞ ( from dominance/controlling starters ; ; hope you don't mind )
“clearly you don’t have any respect for your elders. i won’t be bossed around by some runt.”
apatheticfix:
massimo made sure to make a scene of licking his lips, post chaste kiss. he brought them together in a soft pout at his half-lean over. “…kill anyone who thinks they have the authority to assume things? sure.” massimo was standing up right, arms hooked above his head he stretched his back. seeing diavolo stifled a yawn from the back of his throat, but the narcotics leader quicky swallowed it. he looked cozy.
“are you comfortable boss?” his grin was on the borderline of planning; an idea settled as he moved beside the boss. with less than a casual toss of his body, his arm unevenly reached behind diavolo, tall frame taking up all the real estate to the boss’ free side. “comfy?” massimo asked again fully aware of how he just dropped himself beside diavolo.
“we can start our business talk now if you’re interested.”
“oh, you have a mouth on you tonight, don’t you?” not many would dare to bite back at him, so this was something Diavolo welcomed. . only for Massimo. for a moment, his eyes closed as he further snuggled into his blanket.
as the other’s voice arose, his eyes open, just to find the narcotics leader right as his side, making himself a little too comfortable. “as comfortable as you and this couch will allow,” it came out as a soft grumble-- it was obvious that his eyes were against him, as they refused to stay open. Diavolo moved to lean into the other’s side, head resting near his neck.
“mm, i’m listening. . but i can’t guarantee that i’ll say awake.”
apatheticfix:
there was a soft click of massimo’s tongue as he rose from his seated position, arms crossed loosely together a hand raising to frame the line of his jaw. “loyalty bound to you yes…” the line dry but not without it’s own infliction of familiarity. comfort. “…but don’t expect me to rat out the only man who still lets me in after you’ve retired.”
massimo had closed the distance between himself and the boss in a just couple of strides. after a few soft steps of heels against carpet he paused just infront of diavolo. lazily the narcotics leader perched a hand on his hip and pulling on the bottom hem of the blanket coerced it enough to cover the rest of him, enough care to tuck the blanket underneath his feet. “is that you suggesting that you’d want me to leave right after our talk?”
“would you really kick me out in the middle of the night?”
“if you still want fortunes to come your way, i would expect you to.” a smart remark and empty threat. Diavolo had his suspicions, but that was a problem for another time. for the time being, a slight grin occupied his features as he watched Massimo closed their distance.
closer and closer he came, Massimo leaned down and nearly into his face. a pink brow arched in question, just what was he planning on doing? but it was a small, gentle gesture. a hand placed at his hip, and the other pulling the blanket across him, tucking him in essentially. the plush blanket was the only thing that was keeping him warm ( for the moment. ) “oh? is this you asking if you can stay the night?”
for anyone else, such antics would not be put up with, but Massimo was a different story. . the mafiaoso caught himself leaning in, pressing their lips together for just a second. “you can stay, but be mindful. i don’t need people asking questions.
srry I haven’t been really active here!! I have that good old depression hehe
apatheticfix:
“your door was unlocked, practically held open for me.” certainly nice to be recognized only in particular occasions, came mainly in handy for visit to one enigmatic individual. “though that’s maybe a conversation you need to have with one of your elite guard members by the door.” he wasn’t a snitch..though the sweat off the man’s brow when massimo first passed through the doors was enough of a give away.
“you mean to tell me you don’t accept visits..” a pause. focusing on the lack of light outside the window. “at 3:43 am?” massimo shared no guilt in keeping diavolo up, being among some of the better things in his life he preferred times like these among the rest of them.
“if you’re truly tired i can put you back to sleep if you want? have things wait till morning or chat enough about the important things to make waking you worth it.”
as the boss grew comfortable on the couch, he pulled the blanket across his shoulders to suit him better. his lips twitched to speak-- but hearing that it may have been someone here. . he might’ve had an idea as to who it was. “and you wouldn’t mind telling me who it was. . if you know.” he knew what his answer was going to be. maybe this time he would be obedient, but he didn’t count on it.
resting now, tired eyes finally closed, but he wasn’t sleeping just yet. "nearly four in the morning, and yet here you are, playing games,” annoyance was in his tone, but it was nothing threatening. he was sure Massimo had good intention with this. . at least he hoped. his thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose. “no, no. you’re here now. it would be better to get it over with now. leaving now would be a waste of a trip.”
I need to make anime Diavolo icons...
i love chloe sm wtf
oh??
“is there something i can help you with?”
sad, but the genuine fear Diavolo has right before giorno does the thing is h