( Shirt off. Tits OUT. )

Every TIME. 💢💢

Clearly not your big brother.

I have this sudden impulsive to start talking real loudly.

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Trying to come up with a remix for the nightclub I DJ at but loud noises and sounds is making me nauseous!! I can’t fucking do this shit for a second longer.

Fighting bodily pains and functions and not being able to smoke my way out of it. Hell of a Valentine’s Day.

You’re such a fuckin’ nerd.

They’re not charging, FUCK. Did we remember to pay rent this month???

It's him and his cereal soaked alcohol against the world.

The fuck do you mean I can’t get high right now???

. . .Huh. Hawaiian pizza doesn’t sound that bad actually, and I usually hate that crap.

Oh, I’m fucking hungry today.

Passing out. I’ll handle it tomorrow.

Fuck— I’m too stoned to go for a store drive this late.

Good lord, they have the same temperament.

I’m the only one with any standing here.

// sale left at like, 16 pre-transition so that was the last Fugo remembered him so when they DO see each other again sales been 6 years on T, fugo mistakes him for squalo n its the most gender affirming thing he could have done for him LOL ( fugo already knew sale wasnt cis tho, clocked him EASY )

FUCK. Great. Can’t even talk about getting head anymore. 💢

// squalo x tiz + sorbet x gelato swingers dynamic goes so fucking hard actually oh my god

That’s not even accounting for /my/ group. . . .Is Passione just a bunch of swingers or what?

HUH.

What the fuck I just sat down

He’s silent, scowling, stubborn. But he’s afraid if he even opens his mouth he’s going to make a mess all over the gunslinger’s shoes. Sale raises a hand to wave dismissively. “Just. . . Shut up. And quit reminding me of-“ There’s a slight gag, hand back on his mouth. “-the damn boat, alright?”

He punched me so hard he broke his hand and all I got was this stupid fucking nausea.

“Mfhh. . . I-I’m not done with you, Guido.” He huffs, as if he has any choice on how long he can keep going. He groans as he just. Sits on the ground, leaning his head back as he fights off the migraine and nausea. “Just- Fuck- Give me a few minutes.”

🤢

Fuck, he can’t keep up his concentration! The bullets fall feebly and pathetically as his stand is withdrawn. A hand clasps over his mouth, and he’s quickly trying to run away from the scene to go and hurl up his lunch. He wasn’t punched THAT hard, was he. . .? Either way, he needs to lay down. 💧

So like, did I win or what? (🧍🏻)

Holy FUCK I feel like shit.

// I want a fugo to bully so bad lord HELP ME

He wheezes /hard/, head already a sensitive area due to the several traumatic bullets going through his head and mouth alike last time. It’s enough to knock him back and stumble, head throbbing sharply before he begins to get dizzy. . . Almost overwhelming nauseated. “Fuck— Shit! Hold on-!!”

is that the jackass with the orange hair?

// going to flip a coin for something hold on

// I CANT LMAO

His stand works fast to freeze the bullets, Sale’s head beginning to show signs of a migraine just from remembering their first fight. “You fuckin’ coward. . .!!” Just sort of. Punching and kicking the best he can. It’s kind of funny.

Sale is getting a bullet lobotomy 0.2.

// mrghhh thinking of…. A plot I wanna do but I’m cringeeeee

Temper too flared to think about freezing him in place, his hands are going straight for the throat— “Keep my boyfriend’s name out of your fucking mouth. . .!!!”

"Like a used condom" was the exact words. (🤷🏻)

( Fucking LUNGING at him. 💢💢 Temper runs in the family. )

. . . You’re bullshitting me. He’s too uptight for that.

My idiot boyfriend has trauma. 😒

does everyone in italy just dress like that

Don’t fucking touch me.

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