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@kufufyus​ asked   :   ❛ if we weren’t in public right now , i’d bend you over the table and fuck you. ❜ he's making up for all the years of sexual tension and frustration apparently     |     giotto&g

     𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.     ►     OPEN

►     GIOTTO     |      Giotto made it a habit to walk into town and visit the farmers market at least once a week, every other week, max. It was a way for him to feel involved in the town he was working so hard to protect. A way for him to upkeep the bonds and friendships he had made over the years. Plus, it was nice to escape the heavy weight and responsibility being a mafia boss could bring.

     From time to time, G would join him if he managed to get him out of bed early enough. With the promise of taking him to his favorite brunch spot once they were done, the duo roamed the many aisles of fruit stands and other produce. Giotto was stopped almost every place they stopped, engaging in pleasant conversation with everyone who had the time.

     “Thank you, Mrs. Dias. I will be sure to pass the message along,”    Giotto spoke out with a chuckle, tucking the shining fruit into the basket that hung from his elbow. Stepping back, he turned to move on, only to take pause when he felt G step in closer. A question was about to escape him, until the words registered in his brain.

     Almost immediately, his cheeks burned a deep red as he rounded on his best friend, one hand shooting out to roughly smack at his shoulder, the other whipping up to cover the lower portion of his face.    “G!”    He hissed out, eyes darting about wildly. Clearing his throat into his fist, he looked off to the side coyly.

       “L-Let’s get going, before they sell out of fresh bread,”     Giotto muttered, quickly moving on to hide his flustered features. However, after a few paces forward, he paused and looked over his shoulders at G.       “We ... Can rain check on brunch, though, and h-head back right after.”      With another clear of his throat, he weaved his way through the crowds towards the last stop on his list. 

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@kufufyus asked   :   ❣ what about dating giotto. asking for a friend (of his)

—     giotto&g   |   send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse!   (   OPEN   )

PROS.

* Giotto is extremely loyal and selfless when it comes to the people he loves; would even go as far as putting his own happiness and well-being aside for their sakes. He will stand by you, no matter what, but he also wouldn’t let you get away with behavior he thinks is harmful to yourself. 

* He will absolutely spoil you—through materialistic means or just with affection. If he sees anything that reminds him of you, he will get it. Growing up in the slums most his life, he never had the luxury of spending money carelessly. Even now, he is rather frugal with his money—when it comes to himself. For his partner? The sky is the limit. But also, he will also rain you with compliments and show his love for you through longing stares, fleeting touches, and the constant need to be in your presence. That is enough for him.

* Will remember almost every little thing about you. You can make an off-handed comment about how much you enjoy the snow during the summer, and when winter comes around, will take you out on a date when the snow first falls. Those little things that you’d think no one would ever pay attention to or care. But he does. Trust me, he does.

CONS.

* He’s married to his job. Due to his current life-style, he has to be a mafia boss first, a lover second, and a person last. Duty will always have to come first, which is why he makes up for it by making you his priority every other time.

* Without really meaning to be, he is self-destructive. His selflessness is both a blessing and a curse, and will make you worry over his well-being. But you bet he will try to hide it, and even fight you while you try to take care of him.

* He is a blanket hogger. As one can imagine, he doesn’t sleep very well, and tosses and turns in his sleep. That usually means he brings the blankets with him and will often somehow roll himself up into a burrito throughout the night. Do not be afraid to try and unroll him! He will ... Just feel bad that he stole them to begin with.  

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@kufufyus​ asked   :   ❝ we really should have done that sooner, huh? ❞

—     giotto&g   |   EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PILLOW TALK PROMPTS   (   OPEN   )

How long did it take them to get to this point? For someone who had hyper-intuition, he really was rather stupid by nature, wasn’t he? Of course, Giotto had started to come to terms with his feelings for his best friend for a while now; that alone had taken him a painfully long time, too. Most of it spent in denial. And yet, for some reason, he remained completely blinded and oblivious to G’s feelings towards him. For reasons unknown, the idea of G returning this burning passion within him seemed so unrealistic and unattainable, he had shut down the idea entirely to spare himself.

A breathy laugh escaped the Primo, cheeks still flushed. When he woke up that morning, he had expected the night before to be nothing but a dream. A dream he has had many times before. Nothing had really happened the night before, but it had changed everything for him. The farthest they’ve gotten were a few wandering touches and a very heated make-out session, at most. And it was a night he didn’t want to ever forget, falling asleep in G’s arms.

“It’s about time,”     he agreed, hand rising to cup the side of his neck. His thumb traced the shape for a moment before he let out another flustered noise. Leaning in, Giotto’s eyes fluttered for a moment as he placed a kiss against his brow, and when his lips hovered over G’s, he felt his breath hitch in his throat, as if he had to brace himself for the jolt of fire that shot through him as their lips met for only the first time that day.

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what’s their handwriting like? neat and precise/sloppy/cursive/etc.

what do they sleep in? what side of the bed do they sleep on?

what’s their favorite method of self-care?

favorite family member? why is it siel?

𝟎𝟎𝟏.     His handwriting is a very  fancy cursive  /  script,   but it is extremely sloppy,   making it nearly illegible.     He also tends to not pick up his pen when he’s writing,   making it even more  illegible.     Has probably attempted to bullshit a report by filling the page with chicken - scratch,   and then submitting it to Squalo.     He can cheat the deadline this way,   because Squalo wastes time trying to read it,   thinking its an actual report.     (  this is sorta off - topic,   but I also headcanon that Squalo needs reading glasses,   so its even easier to trick him  )

𝟎𝟎𝟐.     Bel usually sleeps in whatever outfit he wore that day,   minus his uniform jacket and combat boots.     He always cares enough to  remove his tiara  though.     He’s a weirdo who sleeps smack - dab in the center of his bed on his back.

𝟎𝟎𝟑.     He does nothing but self - care all day,   for the record.     He lives a very  hedonistic  lifestyle.     I would say his absolute favorite method is indulging in his hobbies,   in other words,   murdering randos.     He also likes napping though.

𝟎𝟎𝟒.     No one.     He hates them all,   especially Siel.

@kufufyus .

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@kufufyus asked   :     Of course it had to be Giotto, of all people, the one to catch him sneaking a man out of his room, too late at night not to raise suspicions. Of course. G could stomach scorn, or shame, were it anyone else, but not... not this. "...you saw nothing." Not the best way for him to find out.     —     giotto&g   |   unprompted   (   ALWAYS ACCEPTING   )

It was not uncommon for the Primo to find himself wandering the halls of the massive building, during hours in which people had no business being awake. May it be paperwork he had been slouched over for hours or just a restless mind that keeps him up, it’s hard to tell. 

He held a waxed candle in his hand as he made his way through the dark halls. There was a slight redness to his nose, probably from standing out in the garden despite the sharp and vicious wind that roared outside the walls of the building. Fresh air always helped clear his head, though it seemed to have come with a price.

Seeing the door to his best friend’s room crack open, his head snapped up, eyes glimmering. “Y—” the words were promptly shoved back into his throat, surprise crossing his features. Alarm was quick to cross his features, followed by wariness when he realized it was an unfamiliar face who stepped out. But, sure enough, he caught G standing just behind the stranger.

It didn’t take a genius to piece together what was going on. But that wasn’t what had surprised him. It was the words that were spoken, and he felt his mouth fall open briefly, though he was quick to snap it shut once more.

The harshness in his voice, per se, wasn’t foreign to him—but not like this. Is that what he wants? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” If he wanted him to pretend like he didn’t see anything, then he’d give him that. He just ... Wished ... That his best friend did not feel the need to hide something like this from him. But, he understood why. After all ...

... Maybe, when the both of them were ready. If ever.

“Have a good night, G.” Clapping a hand on his shoulder, he made his way back to his room once more.  

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@kufufyus asked   :    Accidental mistletoe     —     giotto&g   |   send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.   (   OPEN   )

The Vongola manor was hosting another Christmas party, as they always do every year, where they brought together many allies under one roof. A time for them to join together, strengthen their bonds, and just ... Shed the heavy responsibility of being mafia and become normal people. Or, as normal as they can get, anyways. 

Golden hues narrowed for a moment, eying a certain group of people. Amusement danced in his eyes as he watched the exchange. Head turning to the side when someone approached, Giotto sipped at his champagne for a moment before a chuckle escaped him. “Please tell me you’re seeing what I am,” he commented, shaking his head. How many years has it been, watching the two members from different families come together and pretend like there are no feelings between them. And now, they’re openly flirting with one another?

A fond smile touched his lips. “Guess we get to play cupid this year around,” he mused out as he set the glass down on the side table. As he retreated his hand, it instantly flew to the top of his head when something fell on him.

Catching it with his free hand, he dangled it up by the stem, he pivoted towards G with a chuckle. “Well, would you look at that—” and sure enough, he was twirling a mistletoe between his fingers. “How long have we been standing under that, I wonder?” A playful wag of his brows, though there was a dust of pink across his cheeks.    

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“ All of you are so not nice to a pretty lady like me. I’m an arms dealer, not a wooden doll for training. So rude. Can’t believe you almost cut my pretty face. I hope you haven’t cut my nicely styled hair, I’ve been working on it for a while, ” the words are spoken with an obvious pout but there’s no fear - not even an ounce of it. Not only that, but the woman didn’t even flinch at the threat before. Naturally, she’s been walking around as she’s been allowed, but it seemed like the word didn’t reach far. What to expect of a place filled with such crude people? So disorganized, she feels like organizing everything and everyone. Then again, those who have power and influence might like it this way. Not like she should be judging them. Neither does it mean she wouldn’t. It’s quite hilarious to witness her take out a small mirror from her purse, opening it to check her cheek and her hair before closing it and looking at Superbia. Ah, it’s the Shark Boy! Where the fuck is the Lava Boy (Xanxus) then? Must be in his office, as per usual.  “ Tsk, tsk. Is this how you treat all the people who are doing business here? ” Well, if she’s still alive and hasn’t lost her extravagant behavior... They do say that women in the world of mafia are ones to really look out for, especially if they get their name out there. 

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@kufufyus       —     tsuna&mukuro

“Why meeeeeee ~” Tsuna complained out, head hanging forward as he dragged his feet along. In his hands were several stacks of boxed lunches, wrapped neatly in a cloth, and Reborn sitting on his shoulder. Kokuyo Land .... A once precious memory, now turned into the base of a certain Mist user.

Entering the main building, Tsuna found himself wishing he could be a turtle and pull his head into a shell. “M—Mukuro-san ...! I—I have something ... For you and the o—others!” He called out through the heavy, worn down doors, swallowing thickly.