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hes my brother
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@fortunasua replied to your post:
hes my brother
ah.
‘ The most entertaining thing about the situation perhaps, Is that he believes global cleansing of people will be perfect without flaw. How whimsical ---- such men while under the influence. ’ ( @fortunasua
vito @cityowned and marcie by @fortunasua
[starter with @fortunasua]
“You have such beautiful hair.”
@fortunasua bothered me in private for a fucking starter fuck you noah
“Tell me, what am I supposed to be doing here, exactly?”
He sounds sarcastic, like a bit of an ass, but like hell would he be repeating himself. No reason to, even though part of him considers that maybe he should have made sure his tone wasn’t as. Well. Rude. The entire time they’d spent getting here had been silent, almost awkwardly so.
No, definitely awkward. Giorno hadn’t made eye contact with either of them, kept his eyes trained downwards, staring at his fingers. Picking at them. Idiot. That’s going to make using a sword even worse. Stop. But now, they were here, and Giorno supposes he should have expected this. Grandeur. Whatever the fuck was going on here. He doesn’t dare glance at Diego for any sort of help or advice. Keep to yourself.
How the hell was Diavolo able to make a connection with someone like Valentine would be beyond him. Unless Valentine proved to be despicable. Which, something tells him that he may just be.
"No!!!! I just remembered something!!!! I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
That’s it huh? “Love you too.” He manages to force out.
@fortunasua
“No, no, no no no no no it’s….” cue disgust, resignation, and exhaustion in the step of three seconds. “It’s my bad for wearing white to one of these events.”
“Listen, I’m real sorry for spilling soda on you. I’ve got some baby wipes, hold on.”
She dug through her purse and pulled out a very large pack of wipes, holding them out to the blonde man.
“That should take care of the stickiness at least.”
[starter with @fortunasua]
“Uhmm, scuse me, could you tell me what that sign says~?”