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sticks finger up his nose

    ❛    WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?   ❜     mista almost loses his balance at the unexpected action, staggering back slightly. DID THIS FUCKER HAVE A DEATH WISH? ti ucciderò, ti ucciderò! but it wasn’t the fact that the action had upset him, no, no, it was something stranger, smaller, hidden deep between the psyche of his mind.     ❛     DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT TWO NOSTRILS PLUS TWO FINGERS EQUAL  …  ?!   THAT’S F-F…..F-F-F-FOUR  !  FOUR FUCKING THINGS!  CAN’T YOU COUNT YOU FUCKING DUMBASS ?  !   ❜      his voice was slightly higher-pitched and muffled through joseph’s fingers, but his aggressive rambling was threatening enough.  HE HAD TO REMOVE HIS FINGERS, QUICK!  before something bad happened, something bad, bad, bad. mista seizes his wrists, quickly pulling it away from his nose so that joseph’s fingers would slip right out. there were even some green traces on his fingertips. ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY, SICKO ? !     ❛   get out, get out, GET OUT  !     ❜   mista looks behind his shoulder shakily, afraid of what UNLUCKY BUSINESS would await his future now that a four appeared in his present. THAT’S JUST FUCKING WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS, MAN  !

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`  *  SO TWO GUNMEN WALK INTO A BAR...

 you come here often? i prefer to use my pistols as a means of balance. keep the world at peace all while my hands are left clean.

     ❛   I DO, I DO, UH-HUH, UH-HUH!   ❜     he puts his hand half-way down his pants, fingertips tracing the sides of the gun’s trigger.  

❛    ah... balance,  hmmmm  ?  things just got a whole lot INTER-ESTING  !   i use my guns for many things, whether it be for the sake of my gang or the sake of myself.  not  sayin`  i’d  ever  turn  my  shells  on  my  members,  no,  no,  no  !  i  use  my  shells  for  my  members.  `O,  PASSIONE!  it’s  been  good  to  me.  i’ll  never  forget  the  day  when  i  first  held  and  shot  a  gun.  my  mind,  completely focused  and  clearer  than  a clean  mirror.  and the sound,  GOD,  the  sound   !   BANG,  BANG,  BANG   !   get’s my heart a-pumpa-PUMPIN’   !   !   !    ❜  

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so two gunmen walk into a bar... @deathstrigger

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`  *  GIORNO, GIORNO  !

“You’re awfully loud today,” coolly and calmly, Giorno spoke with sparkling lips. A solo, freely wandered rose and steam wrapped firmly around his index finger, like a ring of life. “I’m not hungry. I’ve got no need for such, we’re here to change lives, it’s not swings and slides in the park. I had a rather sweet treat earlier though, gelato al cioccolato.” A thumb and finger, he rubbed them together out of habit in his world of thoughts an analysis of Mista’s body language, volume, tone and skin condition. His sparkling pink, signature, modified school uniform – coated in lady bugs, almost everywhere you could imagine.

     ❛    YADA, YADA, YADA!      dio mio,  giorno,  YOU’RE KILLING ME   !    ❜   his brow quirks at giorno’s sentence before they slowly furrow.  he crosses his arms, pursing his lips in a pout.   ❛     YOU REALLY ATE WITHOUT ME  ?   WITHOUT  YOUR  PAL,  MISTA  ?  how  cold of you, giorno.  SOMETIMES I AM HAPPY YOU DRANK ABBACCHIO'S  PISS  !   whaddya mean we’re here to change lives  ?  WHAT A WEIRD LIL KID YOU ARE, GIORNO.  small, too.  heh heh.   ❜  he gives a playful flick at one of giorno’s golden curls, offering a closed-lip smile.   ❛     lighten up, giorno! we’re gangsters,  YOUNG,  WILD,  AND  FREE.  how about we watch a movie or somethin’?  you know how much i love gallio films  !   ❜  

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         ILL RIDE `N DIE WITH YOU, ILL ALWAYS FORGIVE YOU, THAT’S JUST WHAT GANGSTERS DO  !    ❛     baby,   baby   !  my  pretty   lil   girl   !    ❜    he calls for her, whipping his gun from his pants and spinning it around with one finger. he cocks it, hands sliding half-way into his pants.   A   USUAL,   CASUAL  POSITION.   his lips quirk into that of an inviting smirk.  apple  of  his  eye,   sweet  cherry  pie,   YOU  THINK  YOU  CAN  HANDLE  THIS  ?   ❛     might wanna sit outs for this one,  baby.  don’t  wanna  mess  up  those  pretty  little  clothes  i  got  you,  uh-huh, uh-huh   ?    ❜   he lets out a short chuckle, walking towards her. he walks behind her, looping his arms her thin waist like a leather belt. mista nuzzles his head deep into the crook of her neck before resting it on her shoulder.   GOD  SHE  SMELT  LIKE  HEAVEN   !    ❛     put on that cologne you picked out for me.  `s versace.  tell me you like it, huh, huh? be honest, but be kind.   YOU  KNOW   A  GUY  LIKE  ME  CAN’T  HANDLE  REJECTION  !    ❜                `   *   @fukenzena     !

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`  *  GIORNO, GIORNO  !

“It … was semi-quiet.”

      ❛    MAAAAAAAAAN,  COME  ON,  GIORNO,   AMICO  !    ❜      he twirls his gun between his fingers.     ❛    LOOSEN UP A LIL!  you’re no damn fun.   quiet’s  nice  `n  all, especially when you’re outside on a sunny day,  BUT NOT WHEN YOU’RE STUCK INSIDE.  c’mon, let’s do somethin’!  go out to eat or somethin`  .....   SEX PISTOLS are hungry.   peppers or salami sounds good      ...     DON’TCHA THINK SO?      ❜   

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`  *  HEY  .  .  .

     ❛ What. ❜

       ❛   ...     ❜      

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`  *  MY  BABY  SHOT  ME  DOWN  !

the  smile  that  had  apparently  swooned  him  still  stayed  on  yukako’s  features,  even  if  her  hand  moved  away  from  it  to  fan  her  face  left  to  right  rather  than  back  and  forth.  because  of  his  over-zealous response  to  her  inquiry,  it  earned  him  the  flash  of  a  toothy  smile  in  between  fans  with  her  hand.  as  quick  as  it  had  came,  it  was  gone,  along  with  the  general  smile  as  his  dropped.

his  laugh  was  so  goofy,  yukako  thought.  he  was  snorting  and  cackling  as  if  the  funniest  joke  was  just  told  to  him! as  he  delved  into  the  next  topic (  which  included  him  taking  her  to  the  movies  for  the  seventh  time  ),  yukako  rose  from  her  seat.  

for  some  spare  change?  ❛  you  say  that  as  if  i  don’t  have money  of  my  own. ❜ yukako  countered  him,  brushing  off  the  nonexistent  dust  from  her  shoulder.  cue  yukako  stiffening  in  place  as  mista  armed  himself,  eyes  widening  and  a  scolding  imminent:   ❛ put  that  away!  ❜

       ❛    nessun problema,  nessun problema  !  NO WORRIES,  BABY!   ❜      he twirls SEX PISTOLS between his large fingers before he puts it back in the crotch area of his pants  -----  THAT’S WHERE HE KEPT ALL HIS PRIZED POSSESSIONS  !  a little gross and definitely unsanitary,  BUT IT HAD A COOL GANGSTER VIBE, YOU KNOW?  a  gun  could  make  any  outfit  look  marvelous. a wide smile. WHAT  A  STERN  GIRL   !   she almost had a motherly intent. BUT HE SAW A FLARE IN HER EYES, BLAZING LIKE WILDFIRE!  a  girl  is a  gun. AND DAMN WOULD I LOVE TO RELOAD YOU   !     ❛     the movie’s a giallo film.  it’s called   ‘   deep   red.   ‘   it’s about a pianist  whose investigatin’ some murders of an anonymous killer. GIORNO TOLD ME IT WAS REAL GOOD.   and i am a sucker for some good, classic giallo films, just as much as i’m a sucker for proving giorno wrong. you know how much i love movies, yukako, almost more than i love the sound of a fired gun. emphasis on the almost.     ❜   his arm wraps around her shoulder, pulling her close. he gestures his arm towards the way to the movie theatre, his hand waving in the way a rainbow was shaped.  ❛     SO MANY POSSIBILITIES FOR US, DAH-LING   !  this movie is just the beginning  !  after this i’ll take you to visit the muranos of italy, through the gondola and under the sherbet orange sunset  !   just me `n you baby, living the life of some rule-breaking teenagers,  YOUNG  AND   FREE   !  the night’s ours so let’s make the most of it,  BABY  GIRL   !    ❜   

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`  *   HEY  .  .  .

       ❛   ...     ❜    

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`  * BABY, BABY  !

❛ WHAT, WHAT!! if you’re going to call me dear, at least follow it up!❜ her ranting is cut short, a few more blasts from her immaculate and treasured gun, and mista takes the last one down in blazing fashion, pink and red splattered on the pavement. there was so much commotion but nothing escapes her gold studded ears!

❛ hmm? a kiss? aha, i don’t kiss before the first date but… you never know.❜ she cheekily hums out in amusement, then manages to peer down at her attire, now bloodied up from their tumultuous gun fight. that was her favorite skirt too!! IT WAS PRADA! ❛OHO, you definitely owe me BIG time for this one. you’re paying for my laundry for at least a month! you best start making up for it now if you want me to take pity on your sorry ass, amore.❜

         HER TEMPER WAS ENTICING.    it was as if she slipped her anger into something silky  `n  soft,  like a perfectly fitting stiletto heel. mista lets out a light chuckle, looping his muscular arms around cara’s waist, pulling her closer.  HOT, HOT, HOT, BABY! YOU’D LOOK NICE ON ME   -------------- YOU WOULD, YOU WOULD, YOU WOULD.  fit   me  better  than  my  favorite  sweater.   ❛    i  love it when you’re angry with me,   ❜    he taunts.  BANG, BANG, BANG GOES THE SOUND OF HIS GUN. he had raised it above her head, shooting another man smack middle in the forehead with perfect accuracy and precision. BORN WITH KEEN EYES AND AN UNNATURAL TALENT WHEN IT CAME WITH A GUN  --------  a sharpshooter made in heaven.  a closed-lipped smirk as he looks down at her, one eye-opening and the other squinting. a kind of teasing expression that was almost whimsical in a way. he looks down at her skirt, bloody smears coating more than the embroidery woven inside. MISTA WAS A GANGSTER. the most talented gunman in all of italy. HE HAD PLENTY OF MONEY, and he often spent it on himself (designer clothes especially). BUT HE WOULDN’T MIND HAVING A GIRL TO SPOIL FOR! especially one with such extravagant tastes, he’d never get bored of her, and that sat nicely.  ❛     of course, i’ll buy you a new skirt. but ya know, laundry ain’t really my thing. how ‘bout i get someone else to do it? and i’ll buy you some cute suede sandals to go along with the skirt. what kinda colors you like? hot pink? cornflower blue? any kind of specific embroidery? i’m a snake, zebra, tiger print kinda guy myself.     ❜     HE WAS SURPRISINGLY WELL-EDUCATED. another glob of blood splatters on his face at the same moment he offers a reserved smile, smoke rising from his gun and obscuring his face.     HE ALMOST LOOKED LIKE DEATH.    ❛     ah,  my  principessa   !   where would you like to go  ?  i’ll take you to only the finest restaurants in all of italy  !    ❜  

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if u dont think mista would t-pose on tuesday youre dead fucking wrong

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i’ve got something dangerous in my pants n it's not my gun

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         BANG BANG, BITCH!    this   is   a   currently   under-construction  and  new     jojo’s  bizarre  adventure:  part  5  vento  aureo roleplay  and  ask  blog  for   the  character  GUIDO  MISTA  !  if   you’d  be  interested  in  interacting  with  mista  or  i  please like or reblog this post to let me know!  multi-verse, oc-friendly, fandom-friendly, etc!  just  to  be noted, this  blog  will  be  highly  selective  and  private.  pistolpanic.tumblr.com is penned by j  !