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[morteesigarette]

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The shuffling of stiff printer paper cut through the silence that filled the small office space. Flitting fingers found the essay in question before bringing it to the forefront of the stack. The turning of pages punctuated with an unimpressed hum was all Fiorello let on to show that he had nothing good to say considering the proposition that had been put forward by the student currently sitting in front of his desk.

Professor Fiorello Morandi normally taught seminar classes to upperclassmen and graduate students. He was a man who engaged with topics of philosophy, sex and gender, consciousness, and his favorite topic, death and dying, as it was exemplified in Italian and general Western European literature. This semester, however, the professor involuntary found himself (more specifically, was forced due to budget cut slashes and low enrollment) teaching a general Adult Literacy course for students seeking a non-degree certificate from the college.

That is why he was here, in his office, looking over a horribly written essay, correction marks littering the page in irascible red ink. It wasn’t to discuss the topic of the essay or review the corrections of the assignment. No, it wasn’t for any truly noble pursuit of knowledge.

“I’m sorry, Damiano, but I don’t date students who do not know how to write.”

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Formaggio really just proved his point, it seems.

The Stand user wanted to smirk in victory, but the response he got from the other only made him stare for a good moment. Sometimes he thinks Ghiaccio is over-exaggerating when he says he works with a bunch of IDIOTS, but even Melone sometimes recognizes how true that statement is. 

Finally, he gave a careless shrug with a soft chuckle. The lavender-haired assassin now took a seat across from the other squad member, crossing his legs promptly. He intertwined his fingers and rested his hands onto his knees as blue hues rested on Formaggio.

❝Oh please. If I wanted to talk about THAT, I would get cop a feel for myself. I’m sure you know this.❞

[ciliegia-sours]

@ncncuranza Continued from X It was exactly how she wanted it to happen; Spur of the moment? Yes, Chaos following ? Check, Was She drunk enough for this? Not at all. She threw a few notes on the bar top, pointing at a bottle of whiskey that caught her fancy. Once it was in her hands she popped the top and took a swig straight from the bottle. Putting it back on the counter then she paid attention to her unwilling victim. “Huh? I don’t owe you shit” her lip quirked up with a half smirk “You want an apology, beat it out of me” She really had no other need for violence other than entertainment; sliding a cigarette from her shirt she put it in her dark crimson lips, lighting it with gusto. “How hard can you punch honey?”

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That was a relief.  Formaggio didn’t bring him here just for pleasure.  He actually brought him here for a job.  He had mentioned on the ride up here that many of his targets were often assassinated in a public place they often liked to visit.  Restaurants, theaters, clubs, and parks were just to name a few.  

Josuke knew that being a hitman was where the money was at in this organization.  If he was going to develop his own technique for assassination using his stand, he much prefer to see another assassin in action first and assist if needed.  He already seen Formaggio stand, but Josuke was still wondering how exactly it could be used to kill someone.  Hopefully he would be getting that answer.  

He was unresponsive toward Formaggio’s friendly banter and pat on the shoulder.  Once Josuke was focused on something, Josuke became oblivious to everything else.  He simply got out of the car, closely following Formaggio’s lead.  At least Josuke looked like he fit in this time, wearing one of the suits Trish bought for him and had custom tailored.  

“You mentioned you had a female friend that is connected to your target.  Did she mention the man’s name or what he looked like?”

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Eyes roamed over the lounging figure, a certain focus on curve and lines of Formaggio’s hips as the assassin adjusted himself languidly over the communal couch. Emphasis on the communal. Prosciutto, with a certain air of self-righteousness, sat on top of Formaggio’s stomach, arms crossed indignantly as the blond did his best to remain, for the most part, expressionless. Yes, there was space available elsewhere, but the blond didn’t feel like sitting on the armchairs, and he preferred the right couch over the left one since it had better support on the springs.

But, Formaggio had been resting here the entire day, taking up his and his team’s space, and that alone was reason enough for the blond to kick him off.

“This is a shared space, Formaggio.”

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Formaggio had a habit of filling the room with empty talk. Words were thrown at the wall to see what would stick, and it absolutely aggravated Prosciutto. The topic of conversation was recounting in graphic detail his last sexual conquest, nothing about it of which Prosciutto had any interest in. But Formaggio continued, loudly, gestures of his hands crudely drawing on the imagination to fill in the rest, Prosciutto’s own was beginning to understand that Formaggio was full of shit, and the blond had enough of it. 

A “ shut the fuck up ” was immediately volleyed with a defiant “ make me, ” and perhaps that is why, when he pulled Formaggio into his private quarters, it was easy for his lips to crash against the other’s lips in a violent whirlwind of frustration.

A deep groan was pulled out from within him as he pushed Formaggio onto the chair, the other settling on his lap and kissed him with the nerve to fight it. Adding insult to injury, Formaggio’s hands found their way to his hair, ruining his perfectly tied back buns before yanking his head back completely. Prosciutto’s anger was only bubbling up to the surface, face with the other’s ability to be defiant. 

“You talk so much about your nightlife, it's absolutely irritating to the point that it provokes something from me. I want to do nothing more than shut you up. If you’re such an amazing fuck, you should handle me with no problem.” he groaned and went into for another deep kiss, lips hungry for attention. Formaggio could easily discern how frustrated the blond must be to act so uncharacteristically. But a man can be pushed to anything if his resolve were strong and the conditions were apt, and tonight they were.

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❝Most are intimidated by a man who is CONFIDENT in his appearance. A shame, really.❞

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Wait.  He was part of Passione?  Made sense.  He honestly doubted that anyone without a stand was naturally that small.  He kept his hand still, fascinated by Formaggio.  Still, that didn’t explain why he was snooping around in his pocket.  Not like he had anything of value anyway.  His smartphone and wallet had been confiscated by Trish and had been most likely handed over to Passione’s intel.  

“You can say that.”, Josuke answers.  He didn’t plan on telling him the whole truth.  Not yet, at least.  “It’s complicated.  I’m actually more in debt to her than anything.  It hasn’t really been decided where I’m going to placed, so until then, I’m just running errands for her.”

Josuke raised an eyebrow.  “You check them out new recruits by checking their pockets without their consent?  Are you with intel?”, he asked curiously.