paviche-antonio-largo:
Pavi, being his usual self, pouted and whined like a baby, looking up at his older brother. “Don’t-a talk to the Pavi like-a that, fratello… You-a know how the Pavi is-a with the bellas.”
caffeinatedkiller:
Maybe, he should just stab him, and be done with it. Unless… ❝You’re too soft! Let me teach you, now, what I didn’t teach you when we were kids. The only things you know how to do are to rape & skin people - dead or alive! Sometimes, that ain’t enough. You’re a killer, sure, but you ain’t got the right outlook! Assert yourself, God dammit! But if you try shit with me, I will have your fuckin’ ass mounted on the wall for Christmas!❞ Luigi knew that something had to be done about his Brother. GENterns weren’t fulfilling his orders, which meant Luigi often got the blame.
Pavi had gotten real close to get stabbed by his own brother, but somehow something had saved him every time. He blinked and heard what his brother had to say, before sighing and looking down a bit. His boots had a little bit of blood on them. The sight made him wince a little bit before looking up at Luigi and frowning. “You know-a you love the Pavi as he-a is, fratello. Assert-a myself? Why? Don’t-a expect me to have a makeover-a, unless it will-a enhance my-a appearace!”
