Ci sono cascata di nuovo..
E via che la storia si ripete..
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seen from United States

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Ci sono cascata di nuovo..
E via che la storia si ripete..
Anche oggi una fottuta giornata normale.
Dare infinite possibilità è controproducente. Alcune delusioni non fanno che ripetersi, sono malattie incurabili.
© – F. ~ A Midsummer Night’s Dream
( . ok but if i say "a4, y'all already know which ship," will you really know
(( Finally, he’s happy. Finally… ))
°˖✧ { @ripetersi lms } ✧˖°
———❝ I don’t understand why I had to drag your ass all the way over here if you couldn’t just do the job yourself. ❞ Abandoning the so-called Red Tape as the briefing came to a close, the young man felt no need to withhold his bitching. It was as if a biblical plague had been cast down upon him, but rather than locusts, frogs, or fiery hail, he had to endure a mission with the Devil himself.
As harmless as Leone Abbacchio seemed, he’d learned his lesson in trying to fuck with him months prior. The boy had at least gotten over his limp by now. This would be a test of grander proportions.
❝ So we’re stealing some jackass’s car and driving it into his private garage? I’ll do the stealing and driving, you get the directions and passcodes. ❞ A pair of repo men, in the sense of their goal. He wished he didn’t have to rely on utter dead weight for it, especially with the possibility of other stand users.
Callout Post For Leone Abbacchio.
1. He stole my fucking heart 2. Left the window open overnight now the stray cats we feed are all over the living room.
A FLASH OF GOLD in the corner of his eye, enough for heart to seize and lingering questions that did not fade with the setting sun rushing back– it’s not his business now, not his battle to fight but Koichi is no closer to understanding the scheme he’s had only a fraction of a hand in. It’s for Jotaro’s own knowledge, he’ll rationalize later, although now it’s only his own satisfaction on his mind as he barrels into strangers, stopping short of knocking himself over in collision but vision and attention anywhere else. ❝‘scuse me, sorry, I’m– in a hurry–❞// @ripetersi. ☆