#in characters asks

[mistaeq]

"You know, Mista...Being a dad of six kids are too much work, huh?" I ask Mista, as he is feeding the sex pistols their daily meal. "Why don't I become the mum huh?" I smirk, a blush adorning my face, trying to be assertive for once getting out of my introverted shell. "but I'm just kidding..." I say with a small voice. "Not really..."

(An attempt at flirting #2)

mista is having fun, feeding and playing with the sex pistols, but little does he know he's just about to witness a confession. "yeah, that's great work... plus they always fight over food, above all number three and numb- oi! number three, stop punching five!" he scolds them, and barely hears your request to be the mom of the pistols. but barely doesn't mean NOT heard. he starts to process it for a little while. "wha-- oh. oh you're just kidding... what a shame, i would have been down for it..." he murmurs, feeding number one and number six the nth salami slice.

[path-of-fire]

Would you guys like me do in character asks? Because I feel like doing them and I haven't done them in a while, but I will only do them if you guys want me to.

[mistaeq]

(In response to first ask) I gave him a slight smile “Thank you and honestly, it just feels great that I have someone who I can talk to regarding this topic and fully understanding me.” Then I proceeded to hug him tight, but not too tight. “Thank you and, I love you.”

abbacchio immediately hugged you back, without even thinking about it. "don't mention it. please don't thank me for the bare minimum. i will be here and help anytime. i love you. and i don't say it to anyone." he murmured, just enough for you to hear him. "well... WE don't say it to anyone..." leone corrected himself, with a stray, slight chuckle, ad he left a little but deeply heartfelt kiss on your forehead. "uh. you'll have to get that cleaned up." leone lastly says, as he points towards the purple lipstick mark he left on your forehead.

[mistaeq]

“Leone, I want to ask you something.” I say, turning to him and looking into his eyes,, “Is it bad to be a tough shell to crack?” I sighed “look, I just can’t cry easily. I can’t show empathy like a normal person no matter how hard I try and it’s” I took a moment to pause and wipe a single tear i just shed before continuing “It has taken a toll on me. It recently cost me a friendship and i’m just scared it might affect you too.” (SORRY IF ITS A BIT ANGSTY BUT LIKE YK MDJSKS)

"huh?" leone's attention was called by you, as he turned around you and showed himself ready to get your question. which actually hit pretty hard. he could quite relate to that. sometimes. "it is okay to be a person who's a tough shell to crack. i lost many people for the same reason, but that doesn't mean you care any less. neither do i. it is just difficult for others to understand us, you know." abbacchio thought to himself for a little while, before going back to talking to you. he seemed to be prepared on this topic, as if he had talked about this to someone before. "i used to understand people who broke friendships with me for it. but i can no more, knowing it takes a little misunderstanding to get them to go. that was just not worth it. you won't remotely lose me because of this."

[mistaeq]

Primrose sat in a chair, tied and blindfolded. She could feel the crazed eyes of her successor studying and observing her. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She was nervous. Afraid. She tried to calm herself down by humming an old melody from her sons music box as a baby. She wasn't aware of what her wanted. What he desired. Did he want her alive or dead? She was betting on the latter but in her position, she was more valuable alive.

"Tell me..what do you want? What do you want from me?" She asked. Her voice becoming shaky. She may have been granted nigh immortality, but even she was not immune to fear. She wanted to know what his fixation was with her. His obsession.

(Its from the lasting Diavolo brainrot)

it was clear that looking at primrose being like that, in front of him, was interesting. beautiful to see, rather... amusing. the man didn't want to hurt her, not yet. "don't give me that frown, will you, primrose...?" the woman could probably feel him walking around the room, in front of her, on her side, and then behind her, where he fixed her hair, in a gentle but scary way. "you don't look happy to be here... why is that so? don't you love me? i infact feel so glad, now that you're here." this man was terrifying, but above all this man was crazy. diavolo chuckled in a way that sent chills down primrose's spine, and a couple of his fingernails gently scratched her neck. "don't be scared, now, primrose, i don't want to hurt you, yours will be a pleasant stay. if you won't try anything funny against me, that is."

[mistaeq]

Rasputin suddenly turns and puts one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Jotaro. “Don’t get smart with me Kujo! You don’t realize the situation your in, once I get my answers out of you, you and your little group are dead. This includes Jolyne and Christene.” He jabs a finger into his chest and frowns at him behind the mask, he presses his finger harder before retracting it. “Anyways, here’s my question. Why do you care for Tanaki?”

as soon as rasputin asked the question, jotaro became really afraid his patience could have snapped and his bare hands could have tried to choke him, without even using star platinum. but it was just a question, after all. as far as him and rasputin were blocked in this compromise - even if it was actually far from a compromise, since the villain had jotaro's life in his hands -, the marine biologist would have kept his cool. "tanaki is... tanaki was my best friend. why would you even need an explanation. you just want to make me furious, so that i'll lose my control and your stand's ability will get activated. i cared for tanaki because she had never betrayed me nor polnareff. she loved her daughters and was a loyal person. that's all i'm down to tell you."

[mistaeq]

A smile on my face, I touch a finger to his lips. "No, Jean Pierre, the praise is all for you. I promise."

I replace my finger with my lips, giving him a gentle kiss to silence any doubts. Ugh, his little blushy face will be the death of me.

"I've meant every word. You're fantastic, with a kind heart, and I consider myself lucky that of all the people in the world, I've managed to be the one you chose. One day I just reached a point where I was tired of watching girls shoot you down, so I had enough. I knew I was gonna make you mine one day."

I kiss the back of his hand. "Not in a creepy way. Though I'm not gonna let ya go now that I've got you." With a genuine grin, I nuzzle against him, perfectly content and loved in his arms. "I love you too much to let you go."

jean pierre couldn't quite understand that feeling. he couldn't quite undesrstand his happiness. he knew it was there, but it was like it was bittersweet. the sweetness of your words entering his ears and moving all the way in his body to reach his heart and mind. he could almost feel dizzy, when you told him such things, as if he was in a dream from which he didn't want to wake up.

yeah. wake up. that's the bitter part. what if one day he'll lose you? it would count as waking up from a beautiful dream. he could never bear something like that. "thank you for not letting me go. thank you. merci." he kissed your cheek so dearly, and held you in his strong arms. "keep having me, please. i will not let go as well. i love being yours."