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‘ oi oi, don’t say that so loud– these guys are sensitive. ‘ mista stands up before he has an open palm cover this chick’s damn mouth, glancing over from her face and than back at sex pistols. luckily they seem preoccupied still, though mista moving from his seat had gotten him questioning remarks and taunts from them. he waves them off to keep chowing down.

also technically him and sex pistols were the same, so could he consider himself being insulted right now? mista wasn’t going to think too far into it for their sake. ‘ they won’t cooperate if you insult ‘em. ‘ a further explanation as he turns their back from his stand and whispers, ‘ alright, what do you wanna ask? ‘

A pale hand is clamped around his wrist the instant his hand makes contact with her skin, eyes narrowing up at him dangerously. Had he not removed it as quickly as it had came, she would have broken his wrist. What was this dude’s deal? His stand was sensitive? Wasn’t that just saying he was sensitive?”

“I was gonna ask if you had some tips on shooting.... But I dunno if I wanna take advice from some dude that feeds his stand....” Biscotti gives him one last mixed glance, lips pulled down into an unshakable frown.

#Biscotti could be much meaner believe me #heartshredded

merriberri

is “no” an emotion because i feel it

#░▒▓█ 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽; █▓▒░

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@standslullaby

mista didn’t like to concern himself with complicated stuff, a simple and carefree life was the best, as well as avoiding unluckiness. he knows little of the other members in passione and it wouldn’t be wrong to say that there was no need to. all he had to do was know his own teammates, buccellati’s group.

‘ listen, i don’t give a shit if you’re an assassin or whatever. ‘ the gunsman states as a hand held onto a fork, stabbing into a slice of cake, hues weren’t even meeting hers. it was lunchtime, sex pistols were arguing and munching down on another slice beside him. munching on the cake, he finally turns back to face her with fork pointed at her direction, ‘ if you’ve got any problem than go find buccellati later. its lunchtime, you gotta be considerate ya know? ‘

Whatever pressing issue that had been on the girl’s mind was long gone by now, eyes fixated on the small bits of gold that hovered in the air around the male, chatting among themselves and eating cake as if it were a normal thing for stands to do. Was it a normal thing for stands to eat? Biscotti wasn’t even quite sure if her stand HAD a mouth.

“Considerate? Do you mean of them?” An accusatory finger is flung in the pistols’ direction, her gaze finally shifting to the languid man. “Or is this just some-” she gestures non-directly with wide sweeps of her arms, “-Some really fucking weird and elaborate excuse not to answer questions?”

#heartshredded #Biscotti: What the fuck? What the /fuck/?