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Cont 💋 @aintonemakeone
“Like a gun? Guns are for fucking pussies.” He rolled his eyes, offended at the thought of using such a thing. “Poor people who can get caught use fucking guns. They take all the fun out of it.”
“There are more things than knives and guns, stupido.” Pavi laughed mockingly, beginning to count off on his hand. “Blunt objects, garotte, your-a god given hands-- you’re thinking so small, fratello. You’re embarrassing Pavi!”
❝why are you staring at me?❞ (aintonemakeone)
Behind his synthetics, Pavi arched a brow, the corner of his heavily painted lips curling upward as he snickered. “Was it not-a obvious, fratello?” He began, gesturing fluidly to the elder Largo. “Your hair, bambini, it’s-a..how should Pavi put it..it’s-a bad. What did you even do to it?”
cont 💋 @aintonemakeone
“That -thing- touches me and I swear..” the grip on his hand began to loosen as panic sweat coated his hands. The thought of dirt on his clothes sent his brain into overdrive, his thoughts tripping over themselves desperately trying to remember where the nearest clean shirt was just incase.
Pavi watched as those panicked little gears turned in Luigi's big, dumb head with a sick sense of satisfaction. Ha! How easily the bully turned into the bullied. This almost made all of the times he had been beaten to a pulp worth it-- almost.
But that was enough toying with the poor angry bastard, Pavi had far more important things to attend to; namely a date with a jacuzzi tub and some strawberries dipped in dark chocolate. The middle Largo sighed as he finally lowered the cosmetic, shaking his head as he tutted in mock-disappointment. “You’re a pussy, fratello. Never forget that.”
Even though I think co workers are bananas 🍌 for doing this......”when in Rome” (no homo) #trucker #truckerlife #aintonemakeone (at Staunton, Virginia)
[text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half [text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU -Aintonemakeone
[ text: Mr Stabby ] Wow, you're a dumbass.[ text: Mr Stabby ] Maybe you should go take lessons from Pavi. He could show you how to pick them. lmao.
The Blame Game || Group RP [ Amber, Luigi, and Nathan ]
Amber stormed into Luigi's office. Her heels clicked furiously on the tile beneath her as she swiftly made her way over to his desk. She came to a halt once in arms length and slammed her scratched palms down on the surface. "Look at me--!" She shouted, referencing to her scratches and bruises. She spun around showing off the discoloration upon her shoulders, elbows, and palms. Each one still ached and stung depending on what movements she took throughout the day. Vexed huffs of breaths exited her mouth from the past event that had happened a few hours ago.. She didn't come straight away after the incident due to Nathan's presence still in the building. Amber faced her brother again and crossed her arms with a pout, beginning to saunter her way around his desk and over to him. "Guess who fucking caused this shit--? Guess. ----That fucking monster daddy hired! All I was doing was to make a fucking simple conversation and he lashed out on me like some damn beast! ...And look!" Ms sweet insisted, drawing her hair back; revealing the red marks that covered her neck. "He almost killed me..." The last part was true. He would've killed her if it wasn't for Nathan freaking out over her becoming unconscious at his hand... He almost strangled her to death; but she's the one that milked it out of him. She wanted to experience such a thrilling sight. Amber then paused to release a tiny whimper and a dramatic sigh as she stomped the floor. "I want something done about this... Daddy doesn't fucking care.. he's too 'busy' with a stack of paperwork on his desk than to help with his own damn daughter."
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Daddy Issues || aintonemakeone
"Either you tell me now or I’ll make you tell me."
"Fuck off, Luigi. It's none of your damn business."
