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dgm!abbacchio and road but road remembers abbacchio from the Old World. pls consider.
oH YOU REALLY WANNA GO THERE, HUH? YOU REALLY WANT TO GO TO THE PLACE WHERE ALL OF THE PEOPLE ROAD KNEW IN THE OLD WORLD ARE DEAD? AND THAT SHE’S LITERALLY SEEING THEIR LIVING GHOSTS WALK AROUND IN THIS WORLD?? AND THEN KNOWING THAT THEY KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT HAPPENED??? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GO THERE, GEESE?
a starter for @ondesertskies (abbacchio)
A night-time stroll was exactly what Mista needed. Not that was anything inherently wrong with him this particular evening or the whole day. It was just nice to not be couped up in a restaurant or his apartment, not be on some kind of assignment, just outside strolling down the street just because. The cool breeze breathing through his casmear sweater and hat certainly helped put a nice smile across his face.
He didn’t pay too much attention to what was around him. Honestly, it was just nice how little people were out and about. Even passing the park he didn’t see or really hear much commotion and was about to pass it entirely before suddenly he was quickly walking backwards with brows raised and eyes wide.
Yeah, he was staring. Slack-jawed and it utter awe at the sight before him. That was...Abbacchio, right? Yeah, who else looked like...well Abbacchio. It wasn’t the fact of who it was that left him so shocked but what he was doing. Mista observed from afar at his comrade playing in the courtyard of the park. To see him move flawlessly across the black concrete, dripping without missing a single beat, and leap into the basket it was...so cool. A wide smile stretched across his face, leaping forward and taking off in his direction.
The closer he got the more he calmed down. His pace slowed and by the time he approached the blacktop, he had hands in his pockets and his breathing under control. “Hey,” he called out, hopefully grabbing the others attention. There was still this smile, devious like he had caught a secret in bright moonlight. “The winery is down the street,” he turned, pointing a thumb with him. “Ya just a bit far off there, Abbachio.” he chuckled, slipping his hand back into his pocket.
“Honest mistake, really, I don’t blame you for getting the two mixed up.”
06 . Sitting on a branch of a tree. ( for abba pls hehe )
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It’s nearing towards the end of the hanami season, petals only barely dancing about or laying on the rained on ground mixed with dirt. Good thing Ogata prefers the branches anyway. Even if the cherry tree he’s picked has unusually sturdy branches sitting on it is not really allowed but Ogata doesn’t really mind it. He’s comfortable there, looking down with his binoculars.
“ ...this spot is taken. “
When someone hits the field of his vision from below Ogata still takes a while before he lowers his binoculars.
“What, do you want to sit here that bad? “
@ondesertskies asked: “stay behind me” // protective sentence starters
fugo couldn’t see much; red gaze just barely able to peek over the top of abbacchio’s shoulder. setting and situation not atypical for the pair, line bordering on whether it was better to ask for permission than forgiveness when things run awry.
“abbacchio...” fugo’s voice drew stern as his toes flexed to take peek at a higher angle; still within the boundary of an order. “what’s happening here?” anger pulled from his shoulders and he could feel ph there. just in case. just in case.
ondesertskies replied to your post: i believe that fugo’s already written his best man...
THIS IS BASICALLY A CALL OUT TO HOW OBVIOUS BRUNO AND ABBA WERE ALL THESE YEARS.
fugo vc: YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER FOR YEARS. I WAS LEFT TO SUFFER THROUGH THAT. ME
@ondesertskies 🔗 // otherwise restrain my muse / how convenient that Mista's decided this was the best time to wake up. shit. if he had that much strength in him still, why wasn't he using both his legs? to hell with this! Leone will drop Mista if he struggles more, and he's certainly not going to regret it, given he's run and gone this far with Mista in his arms like a goddamned bride. Leone grabbed him by the back of his collar, tight. "quit with the fumbling, Mista! we've got to get outta here!"
AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION . x (accepting)
Everything was so numb. The world around him was taking its sweet time returning to his senses. A ringing in his ears, trailing up his nerves and circulating at his temples, pounding and drilling into the side of his head. The pain only made his eyes pinch harder, not wanting to leave the shaking darkness. But a voice, hollow at first, was creeping through the loud ringing until it was bellowing out for him.
Lashes like locks loosened and as they parted the blinding light forced them close once more. The ringing had ceased replaced with explosions, feet clamping against the stone. Running. He felt, limp. Pressed against heaving lungs, curved into a neck, Mista forced those bars open to staining a hooded gaze up at his fellow member. “A...Abbachio?” confusion that would be short-lived as he forced his body up and mind back to reality.
A Stand user was their target. Couldn’t for the life him recall why but what he could was explosions. The user was able to make ball bombs out of anything and hurl them as weapons. It was supposed to be a weak user, weak Stand, an easy target to eliminate. Well, considering he was hanging off Abbacchio trying to regain full control of his body, that was quite the contrary.
He shifted, an arm bracing around Abbachio’s shoulder. Mista did his best to keep eyes open but everything was still so blurry, shaking, and the explosions around him didn’t help. But he could barely see him. The bastard chasing them and cackling all the way throwing more bombs around them. “Shit...” he gruffed, struggling to keep his head up.
A weight came into focus on his stomach. Looking down he saw his revolver resting and though his hand shook, he grasped it with a finger on the trigger. Hand bobbed. Two, maybe three shots loaded in the barrel. It should be enough. Mista slung his around Abbachio’s shoulder, closing an eye to better focus. “Just...” he strained to speak, he swallowed, “--keep running. If I can...can just...” focused faded, the world split in two before he shook his head.
Sex Pistols hung around him, not summoned but he could feel them. Poor guys weren’t doing much better. Little groans could be heard and their images faded before coming into fruition. He was on his own, it seemed. “Just keep running...”
ondesertskies replied to your post: when will road and abbacchio go to hot topic
i forgot i had a douma blog
you shouldn’t because you still haven’t answered the ask i sent him.
when will road and abbacchio go to hot topic
as soon as we have multiple threads on every single one of your characters and he takes her.
