// I'm deleting all my fucking rp accs that's wild how little interactions İ have like- bro's round me throwing @'s here and there and I'm sitting like. a dog. that's how it should be 🙏 fr 🙏

stop trying to get me out of here, that's cruel! / nero put his hand on top of the documents, clearly intending to not let credo take them again and shoo him away / what if İ wanted your attention instead of those papers? huh? you don't love your little brother anymore?

/ nero pretends to yawn, not caring in the slightest about his holiness — they all always like to drop some more work on his brother. and nero, despite being his adjutant, hasn't been dealing with papers all his life. his gaze runs swiftly on the documents and he moves it even further away / >

ehe... Credo knows me a little too good. guess that's what happens when a brother becomes basically your father

that's what İ thought! / nero proudly takes a slightly crumpled paper bag out of his coat pocket and puts it in credo's hand, smile all bright and pleased / what are you doing here anyways? some shit delegated to you? / he moves papers without permission, sitting straight on the table /

İ also know how you're so busy you tend to skip meals so take it before İ eat them myself and leave you hungry

top 10 wildest shit to tell your nephew number one:

yup, İ don't know what are you talking about. You've been here for so long İ missed you. Oh! — and İ brought you some cannoli. Uh... they might've crumpled a bit, but still tasty!

woah! gosh, İ didn't even hear you... must you lock the doors everytime? you're basically asking me to disturb you... from whatever you doing there.

if there's any god that hears me, stop putting shit fucking ideas in that girl's head, I'm NOT waking up to my prosthetic hand being all pink and glittery again... is that nails?!