#callmevico

[silvasboys]

@some-bloody-saint

Matthew. Your friend is being stupid.

[hailprodigalson]

@call-me-vico

[honking] Come on, blondie, let’s go, I wanna get home already.

[agoldenlight]

@call-me-vico

//in Italian// I have all of these... protein shake things now that no one's going to drink.

[dexteramortem-blog]

@call-me-vico

Ludovico~ I have to thank you for the little specimen you brought me. Very cute. My security staff certainly thought so.

For your reward, would you prefer a breath mint, or a sanitary wipe.

[bloodredecho]

The Roulette

“It jus’ poses a very in-ter-es-tin’ ethical question, y’know?” Red said aloud as he prepared, dragging a chair across the room. “Y’know, like, who am I helpin’? Is this really about helpin? Was it ever?”

He paused, pondering that a moment before letting out a laugh.

“If everybody has a purpose, and yers is t’die in this room, well. Then the answer is easy. But the question’s so big, y’jus’ don’t want it t’be tied together all easy-peasy like that, yeah? I mean, I’m a simple, mm.. simple tastes, yeah, I got ‘em. I admit. Y’can’t be an enigma about it all, yeah? But sometimes-...” he trailed off, pouting towards the corner. “If only y’were wearin’ white. That’d be perfect.”

After another pause, he snickered again, shaking his head and scratching through his hair. “White’d be perfect. Ha! The irony. Y’fuckin’ listenin’ t’me, ‘cause I can’t, I crack myself up. Well,” He grinned. “Away with ya, then! Can’t spoil the surprise, an’ he should be nearly here...”

With that, Red finished shoving a Mr. Joseph Walling, heavily bleeding and letting out a small groan as his head knocked against the wall, into the closet and slapped the door shut, grinning as he spun around the empty room of the shack he’d found. 

“Oi! Sugar pill, y’better of got the new coords by now, eh??”

[blvckenedsoul]

call-me-vico:

Yep. It’s a handy little thing, what with all the transplants in the city. Shaped like a beetle, sits in my ear.

.. Mm hm.

[silvasboys]

@call-me-vico

Fuck. Off.

[agoldenlight]

@call-me-vico

Ah, I didn’t mean to listen in, but, I think I heard you say you speak Italian?

[dexteramortem-blog]

Morning, Dallas! I brought more donuts

Hah… haven’t you tried the intercom? Won’t anyone let you up?

[il--dottore]

...Che diavolo...

...I didn’t buy that hosta.

[agoldenlight]

call-me-vico:

Hmmmm. All right. I’ll try hitting up some secondhand shops.

Okay... If you want someone to come with you, I'm always free.

[agoldenlight]

@call-me-vico

//in Italian// At what point is it not too soon to say I’d like to see you again?

[il--dottore]

[//click]

il–dottore So you do listen. I was beginning to suspect you were deaf and blundered through life by accident.

Stoooop, you’re making me blush! Okay okay, let me try: 

//clears throat// The only thing harder than the stick up your ass is my massive - wait, no, I’m doing it wrong, shoot.