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[The laughter grates on his nerves in record time. A hand reaches down to the ground, where his kitty companion has since batted a multi-colored pompom ball by his feet. Maybe he's on the same wavelength as this cat. Maybe he should adopt it if it's going to predict his needs.]
1939. I only know them to popular among the elite for mindless trinkets like that.
[And he places the pompom onto his knee, aims for the guy's gucci shirt and flicks it with forefinger. That's what you get for laughing, asshole. At least it wasn't hamonized.]
If you're worrying about dirtying your outfit, this isn't the place to be. Cat hair will stick to your expensive clothes you know.
1939. I only know them to popular among the elite for mindless trinkets like that.
[And he places the pompom onto his knee, aims for the guy's gucci shirt and flicks it with forefinger. That's what you get for laughing, asshole. At least it wasn't hamonized.]
If you're worrying about dirtying your outfit, this isn't the place to be. Cat hair will stick to your expensive clothes you know.
Hey, I'm not worried about getting it dirty, it's been dirty plenty of times! Cat hair's a hell of a lot easier to get out than blood...
[ It was a thoughtful musing, only nearly combative at the beginning. The fact that he was from 1939 let that first instinct to argue about mindless trinkets slide, Mista grumbling to himself before continuing. ]
I'm here all the time anyway, the owner's a friend of mine.
[ Mista, don't say it like you're the only person that knows Reimi. ]
[ It was a thoughtful musing, only nearly combative at the beginning. The fact that he was from 1939 let that first instinct to argue about mindless trinkets slide, Mista grumbling to himself before continuing. ]
I'm here all the time anyway, the owner's a friend of mine.
[ Mista, don't say it like you're the only person that knows Reimi. ]
[It doesn't surprise him the guy knows Reimi. She's a charming girl with a bit of spunk behind that gentle demeanor. It's why he came by today after all.
He eyes the guy for another second and the mewling cat by his legs rolls onto his feet. It craves!!! attention!!! Right now!! So he leans down to tickle its stomach with his fingers. Calm down, kitty. He's right here.]
What sort of mischief are you getting into that blood would be a problem?
He eyes the guy for another second and the mewling cat by his legs rolls onto his feet. It craves!!! attention!!! Right now!! So he leans down to tickle its stomach with his fingers. Calm down, kitty. He's right here.]
What sort of mischief are you getting into that blood would be a problem?
[ being lead along with kisses was something miwako was more than happy to engage in, though once he fell back she couldn't help but breathe out a small laugh between kisses.
with mista underneath her, she began to adjust herself on top of him, straddling the other with a bite of her bottom lip as his kisses began to trail along her skin. ]
... You have really good instincts Mista, I don't know what you were worried about...
[ even as she says as much there was that involuntary grind against mista, her hands gently pressing into his skin. ]
with mista underneath her, she began to adjust herself on top of him, straddling the other with a bite of her bottom lip as his kisses began to trail along her skin. ]
... You have really good instincts Mista, I don't know what you were worried about...
[ even as she says as much there was that involuntary grind against mista, her hands gently pressing into his skin. ]
[ He actually thought about his answer, only apprehensive in the sense that he probably shouldn't be telling absolutely everyone what his profession was. If you could even call it that. ]
Uh...
[ Shit, this is what he got for opening his mouth and not considering his words. ]
You know, fights and stuff, they happen.
[ There was an almost awkward pause as he pressed his lips into a thin line, abruptly changing the subject. ]
How do you know Jolyne?
Uh...
[ Shit, this is what he got for opening his mouth and not considering his words. ]
You know, fights and stuff, they happen.
[ There was an almost awkward pause as he pressed his lips into a thin line, abruptly changing the subject. ]
How do you know Jolyne?
[ He didn't want to pull away from her more, not even to answer so the words that came out were muffled at best but still audible. ]
...I'm not usually like this...it's...
[ Even that much seemed like too much when he felt her legs straddling him, that grind pulling a shiver down his spine as he kissed down over her throat. A soft groan against her skin as he returned that little action, tongue brushing the surface of her skin. ]
...shit, that's good...
[ The grind, her hot little hands, everything was good. ]
...I'm not usually like this...it's...
[ Even that much seemed like too much when he felt her legs straddling him, that grind pulling a shiver down his spine as he kissed down over her throat. A soft groan against her skin as he returned that little action, tongue brushing the surface of her skin. ]
...shit, that's good...
[ The grind, her hot little hands, everything was good. ]
[Caesar isn't ignorant.
The noticeable pause and deflection pique his interest more than any lie this kid could've come up with.
Fights and stuff-]
Hm.
[But it's none of his business. There's an underworld here and maybe the kid's involved, maybe he's not. Fights and stuff do happen regardless of where your allegiance lies or what side of the law you reside on.]
We met at the casino and we've kept in contact ever since. She's a charming woman.
The noticeable pause and deflection pique his interest more than any lie this kid could've come up with.
Fights and stuff-]
Hm.
[But it's none of his business. There's an underworld here and maybe the kid's involved, maybe he's not. Fights and stuff do happen regardless of where your allegiance lies or what side of the law you reside on.]
We met at the casino and we've kept in contact ever since. She's a charming woman.
[ his tongue over her skin was enough to illicit a soft cry as she felt that tickle run down her body, cheeks heated as she moved now to caress and cradle his head close with a kiss ]
Mista... if you're ready... I'm ready for you...
[ breathing out as much her hips roll against him, feeling his erection between her legs making her work against him that much more as she bites down on her lower lip ]
You don't have to hold back at all...
Mista... if you're ready... I'm ready for you...
[ breathing out as much her hips roll against him, feeling his erection between her legs making her work against him that much more as she bites down on her lower lip ]
You don't have to hold back at all...
[ Charming? He wasn't sure that was the word that he would ever use to describe Jolyne, not that she didn't have the capacity to be charming but as far as Mista was concerned she had always been scary hot. Even when he thought she had put a curse on him, that wasn't important though.
He took a moment again, offering a slow nod before the rest of it registered. It was with a furrow of his brow that he perked up, irritable click of his tongue as he reached up to wipe at the corner of his mouth. ]
What the hell is that hm for? You're not seriously trying to tell me you've never been in a fight, are you?
[ Hadn't everyone been in one? Seriously? This guy was huge, how could he not? ]
He took a moment again, offering a slow nod before the rest of it registered. It was with a furrow of his brow that he perked up, irritable click of his tongue as he reached up to wipe at the corner of his mouth. ]
What the hell is that hm for? You're not seriously trying to tell me you've never been in a fight, are you?
[ Hadn't everyone been in one? Seriously? This guy was huge, how could he not? ]
Of course I have.
[The details are unnecessary and he's sure the guy feels the same about whatever battles he involved himself in to the point where he's worried about blood on his Gucci clothes.]
And don't be so paranoid. It meant nothing and I can make whatever noise I please.
[The details are unnecessary and he's sure the guy feels the same about whatever battles he involved himself in to the point where he's worried about blood on his Gucci clothes.]
And don't be so paranoid. It meant nothing and I can make whatever noise I please.
[ Oh shit, she was ready? Was he ready? He wasn't even sure if that part of him that was desperate and hungry didn't care, this was as ready as he was ever going to get. The question of clothing gave him pause, not sure that he really knew how to take things off without disrupting the natural flow of what they were doing.
He didn't dwell on it for long at all, reaching up to tug at the top of her panties. Nervous as he was he wanted so much, the strain taking it toll as he tried not to rip the fabric that he held between his fingers. ]
Nnn...I'm ready...I...help me get all of this off...I...
[ It wasn't as if she had much on and he had even less, his free hand pushing down on his waistband in an attempt to give himself some relief. Even if he was asking for help, almost pleading with her from his spot between her legs, his hold on her underwear was tightening with that telltale sound of a rip. ]
...fuck, sorry...
He didn't dwell on it for long at all, reaching up to tug at the top of her panties. Nervous as he was he wanted so much, the strain taking it toll as he tried not to rip the fabric that he held between his fingers. ]
Nnn...I'm ready...I...help me get all of this off...I...
[ It wasn't as if she had much on and he had even less, his free hand pushing down on his waistband in an attempt to give himself some relief. Even if he was asking for help, almost pleading with her from his spot between her legs, his hold on her underwear was tightening with that telltale sound of a rip. ]
...fuck, sorry...
I'm not being paranoid, it just seemed like you had something on your mind when you said it...
[ Calm down, Mista. He had one last piece of salami in his hand, offering it out to one of the Pistols rather than the cats. It might have been a mistake given the fact that he almost immediately had to swat one of them away from the recipient, no matter, it's not like this guy could see any of it anyway. ]
...look, I'm still not used to the whole 'things are more relaxed here' thing so I get a little defensive. It's nothing personal, uhhh...
[ Shit, already off on the wrong foot and they didn't even know each other's names. There was an almost sheepish grin from Mista as he brought a hand up to the back of his neck and shrugged a little. ]
Sorry, I didn't get your name, did I? I'm Mista, Guido Mista but you can just call me Mista.
[ It was only a moment longer before he pushed himself up to his feet, approaching with his hand out for a shake. ]
How about a fresh start, sound good?
[ Calm down, Mista. He had one last piece of salami in his hand, offering it out to one of the Pistols rather than the cats. It might have been a mistake given the fact that he almost immediately had to swat one of them away from the recipient, no matter, it's not like this guy could see any of it anyway. ]
...look, I'm still not used to the whole 'things are more relaxed here' thing so I get a little defensive. It's nothing personal, uhhh...
[ Shit, already off on the wrong foot and they didn't even know each other's names. There was an almost sheepish grin from Mista as he brought a hand up to the back of his neck and shrugged a little. ]
Sorry, I didn't get your name, did I? I'm Mista, Guido Mista but you can just call me Mista.
[ It was only a moment longer before he pushed himself up to his feet, approaching with his hand out for a shake. ]
How about a fresh start, sound good?
[He can see them, is the thing.
His eyes fall to the weird bullets-the golden cased specks with faces that float around this weird salad named rando as they eat salami.
This world is full of strange occurrences and he's getting used to the surprise of dealing with people from other worlds.
But this Guide Mista holds a hand out, offers an apology and Caesar isn't callous enough to hold a grudge against someone willing to admit they were wrong. That anger is reserved for fools like JoJo, who refuse to own up to any shortcomings.
And it's not like Caesar hadn't been quick to bite back.
He grips the guy's hand and points towards the golden shelled creatures with another.]
My name is Caesar Zeppeli. [There's a pause, and-] And what are those?
His eyes fall to the weird bullets-the golden cased specks with faces that float around this weird salad named rando as they eat salami.
This world is full of strange occurrences and he's getting used to the surprise of dealing with people from other worlds.
But this Guide Mista holds a hand out, offers an apology and Caesar isn't callous enough to hold a grudge against someone willing to admit they were wrong. That anger is reserved for fools like JoJo, who refuse to own up to any shortcomings.
And it's not like Caesar hadn't been quick to bite back.
He grips the guy's hand and points towards the golden shelled creatures with another.]
My name is Caesar Zeppeli. [There's a pause, and-] And what are those?
[ There was a look over his shoulder to see what he was pointing at, as if there was something else behind him other than cats and the pistols. It was always interesting to find out who had the capacity to see them. ]
Those are the Pistols, they're kind of...
[ Hmmm, that was the thing that he really didn't know how to explain it for some people. ]
...well they help me with fights, like spirits I guess? Shit, I never really know how to explain what they are.
[ He pulled his hand back, reaching down to pat the gun in the waistband of his pants. ]
They're half of the reason I never miss, the rest is all skill.
[ Mista, there's a time and a place to be cocky and this was probably not it. ]
Those are the Pistols, they're kind of...
[ Hmmm, that was the thing that he really didn't know how to explain it for some people. ]
...well they help me with fights, like spirits I guess? Shit, I never really know how to explain what they are.
[ He pulled his hand back, reaching down to pat the gun in the waistband of his pants. ]
They're half of the reason I never miss, the rest is all skill.
[ Mista, there's a time and a place to be cocky and this was probably not it. ]
No, it's okay, don't worry about it... it happens.
[ that soft assurance as she'd pulled off the sheer covering she had to toss aside and work on getting that little lacy bra off.
after she took care of those things she shifted some, helping mista with his pants ]
I know this isn't ideal for you... but I hope this can be as special for you as it is for Miwako. Everything about you is so amazing, and I feel so lucky to be with someone like you Mista.
[ that soft assurance as she'd pulled off the sheer covering she had to toss aside and work on getting that little lacy bra off.
after she took care of those things she shifted some, helping mista with his pants ]
I know this isn't ideal for you... but I hope this can be as special for you as it is for Miwako. Everything about you is so amazing, and I feel so lucky to be with someone like you Mista.
[A stand.
He can't be sure because he's only seen one with his own two eyes, but their form, their description-it's reminiscent of Rohan's ability. The power to manifest a bit of help.
The cocky kid points to his haphazardly placed gun and talks about his skill-it takes all of Caesar's self-control to hold back a scoff. He's no expert with the weapon himself, but he's 99.9% sure that's not how guns are supposed to be holstered.]
You never miss, you say.
I'd like to see that in action.
He can't be sure because he's only seen one with his own two eyes, but their form, their description-it's reminiscent of Rohan's ability. The power to manifest a bit of help.
The cocky kid points to his haphazardly placed gun and talks about his skill-it takes all of Caesar's self-control to hold back a scoff. He's no expert with the weapon himself, but he's 99.9% sure that's not how guns are supposed to be holstered.]
You never miss, you say.
I'd like to see that in action.
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