[ Hope Mista appreciates a card that is more glitter than card. It might have something written on it, but who's to say? Who's to say? Well, enjoy the demi-chroma, friend. ]
[ Guess who is getting more Chroma? It's Mista. :) With many smilies drawn on it. Congratulations... and an added note: "I'll give you even more if you let me kiss Five. :)" ]
[ Mista will receive a package of wrapped presents on Christmas Eve. Inside the package, he'll find the following items: 1) A crop top sweater that Josuke thought he would like. 2) Two tiny arcade games for the Pistols to mess around with (Pac-man and Space Invaders) 3) A burned CD with some songs from bands he thinks Mista might like/already likes (The Carpenters, ABBA, Barbra Streisand, Nancy Sinatra, The Bee Gees, Dolly Parton etc etc ). There is no point to giving him a CD when birdboxes exist but mixtapes are all the rage in the 90s and he is a 90s boy. ]
i don't think anything like that could happen though doesn't moonlacing have to be consensual for it to work? besides, everyone i've met is so friendly and nice
He's not really interested in the cat portion of it, but it's a cafe with decent coffee and a cute owner, so why wouldn't he show up again.
But through a stroke of bad Zeppeli luck, the proprietor isn't around and instead he's stuck with a mewling tabby by his foot. The piping hot coffee in his hand is his only solace as he resigns himself to a half hour in this cafe to make sure he didn't waste his chroma. Besides, she might show up.
And he's not a complete ass. When the cat starts rubbing against his leg, he does reach down to scratch behind its ear with a single finger.]
You're a lucky one. You're too friendly to be on the streets.
[And it's only when he's being kinda soft with this cat that he notices he's not alone here, which is whatever. He pulls away and watches it fall to the ground dramatically, rolling on its back to try to garner more attention from him.]
[ Mista was here just for the sake of having somewhere to be that wasn't his own flat, things were weird in a lot of ways for him right now but that didn't mean he was going to ignore his cat friends. He'd barely paid attention when Caesar walked in, only looking at him out of the corner of his eye and finding him vaguely familiar. He'd seen him before, he just couldn't quite put a finger on where...
So he sat there, feeding slices of salami to some of the cats that were surrounding him and to the Pistols that were rather noisily poised on the table beside him. That's where his focus was when the other man finally tried to get his attention, thankfully at least one of the Pistols had heard him and he paused when he heard that familiar whine of 'miiiistaaaaa'. He looked up with a quirk of his brow, letting out a huff of breath as he set down the snack and leaned back in his seat. ]
Does it look like I'm working? I'm just here to hang out with the cats.
[ It wasn't that he was trying to be rude, but it was the first answer that came to mind. He took a moment to make a sweeping gesture to himself. ]
...besides, these are Gucci, I can't work in these.
[ Mafia work in them was just fine though, absolutely. ]
[There's a high pitched noise that captures his attention and he glances to either side of him to find the source. It sounds suspiciously like Mister, but there's no one else in the cafe right now-let alone someone addressing them. Weird.
He's not going to ignore it, but he chalks it up to pipes noises for the time being.]
You have some expensive taste. I thought they only made luggage.
[ He paused, unaware that he was taunting one of the cats with a piece of salami. The snort wasn't intentional, rather it came out in an attempt to keep from laughing. It wasn't meant to be mean, a kneejerk reaction to something that he was hoping was a joke. ]
Yeah, like at the beginning. Dude, what century are you from?
[ Sorry, Caesar. He didn't really look like someone from a completely different era, he absolutely had to be joking. ]
[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.
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. ]
[The children get excited when any visitor comes to their home-a commonplace occurrence, given the connections Leone and him have made in Lunatia over the years. Friends, extended 'family'-they warm their home in a way Caesar never thought he'd experience again. The quiet chatter of children, the smell of fresh herbs simmering in sauces, a television blaring some child's entertainment in the background while the adults chatter in the kitchen.
It's nice.
He would never admit it aloud, but this is something he desperately craved. A partner to share his life with-an unexpected twist given how their relationship started. A friends with benefits relationship turned more in, what felt like, the blink of an eye. Falling for Leone had felt so natural he barely realized the shift had occurred.
And now, because of him, he has his large family-one that Mista is part of.
The kids were chattering wildly between Mista and their father for some time, letting Mista know all the finer details of their day with embellished tales. The young girl rambles about fighting pirates with hamon in the bathtub and the older boy talks over her about how they became detectives like papà and the great missing leaf mystery they solved today. A leaf they offer to Mista, but not before Caesar reaches over to rip off one the points to make the four pointed leaf a three pointed one. Mista's weird, but harmless. It's whatever.
Caesar doesn't stop them though-he lets them ramble on and on and on, running his fingers through Lasagna's hair until the kids grow bored with all their adult bullshit, and wander back to the newest episode of Power Paladins.]
You're staying for dinner, aren't you? Leone will be home soon. I'm sure he'll want to catch up with you too.
[ It was weird that things had progressed the way they had but ultimately it had been good for them all. Mista was pleased that Abbacchio had found someone to share his life with and that the family had grown in ways he'd never expected. That action of tearing off that cursed leaf tip wasn't lost on Mista, it might have seemed like something small to anyone else but for him it was heartwarming. He'd been listening to their stories with rapt attention, watching them fondly as they left the adults to their own devices. ]
Pretty sure I don't have anything else lined up tonight, of course I'm going to stay; not like I could resist after sitting here and smelling it the whole time...
[ Holding that leaf by the stem he couldn't help but turn it over in his fingers thoughtfully, pleasant smile on his face as he leaned forward to rest against the edge of the table. ]
[He was waiting for this moment. Mista states his intentions and Caesar shows his own by thrusting a spoon across the counter to press against the other man's hand.]
Then you'll be around to help the whole time-come stir this sauce.
[Sorry, Mista. Being an adult means automatic kitchen duty, even if Caesar likes him enough nowadays to play along with his weird four bullshit. ]
[ Just because it was 10 years later didn't mean that Mista was thrilled to be told what to do, not by someone like Caesar. Then again, it wasn't the most awful thing that could have happened, so he'd take it for now. He pushed himself up to his feet with a heavy sigh, taking the spoon as it was pressed into his hand. ]
Nah, not tonight, figured I'd give everyone a break for now...
[ His stirring was a little half-hearted at first, Mista practically propping himself up against the stove. ]
...kind of wish I had one now, though, I already did a full day of work and now you're gonna make me stir?
[ Even if it sounded whiny, the look on his face at least showed that he was more teasing than not. He could milk it for all it was worth, there wasn't anything wrong with that. ]
You'll be doing the dishes afterwards too. You had your chance to leave.
[It can't be a surprise Caesar's making him do work and he notes with some amusement that despite his whine, he's stirring the sauce well enough.
He knows the guy won't go anywhere and he calls out to the kids to turn down the television they had amped up during a particularly cool Paladin Rangers battle. They wait a second, acting like they didn't hear him, and then the volume mysteriously lowers.]
Give everyone a break. [A repeats with a scoff as he checks something in the oven.] If you can't find one, just admit it. I said I would be your wingman, you know. It would be simple enough to find you a partner.
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10/02
DELIVERY
For your little bastards.
-- Abbacchio]
delivery; backdated to 24th
1) A crop top sweater that Josuke thought he would like.
2) Two tiny arcade games for the Pistols to mess around with (Pac-man and Space Invaders)
3) A burned CD with some songs from bands he thinks Mista might like/already likes (The Carpenters, ABBA, Barbra Streisand, Nancy Sinatra, The Bee Gees, Dolly Parton etc etc ). There is no point to giving him a CD when birdboxes exist but mixtapes are all the rage in the 90s and he is a 90s boy. ]
For Mista,
Merry Christmas dude. Let's hang out soon.
- ❤J☮suke❤
bidding time!
we can go out together any time for free...!
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but at least this way i can keep an eye on you
make sure you don't end up with a creep
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doesn't moonlacing have to be consensual for it to work?
besides, everyone i've met is so friendly and nice
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doesn't mean that everyone knows that
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miwako really doesn't believe this is a problem
i'm not sexy enough for people to want to do that with
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it's definitely a problem
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He's not really interested in the cat portion of it, but it's a cafe with decent coffee and a cute owner, so why wouldn't he show up again.
But through a stroke of bad Zeppeli luck, the proprietor isn't around and instead he's stuck with a mewling tabby by his foot. The piping hot coffee in his hand is his only solace as he resigns himself to a half hour in this cafe to make sure he didn't waste his chroma. Besides, she might show up.
And he's not a complete ass. When the cat starts rubbing against his leg, he does reach down to scratch behind its ear with a single finger.]
You're a lucky one. You're too friendly to be on the streets.
[And it's only when he's being kinda soft with this cat that he notices he's not alone here, which is whatever. He pulls away and watches it fall to the ground dramatically, rolling on its back to try to garner more attention from him.]
Do you work here?
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So he sat there, feeding slices of salami to some of the cats that were surrounding him and to the Pistols that were rather noisily poised on the table beside him. That's where his focus was when the other man finally tried to get his attention, thankfully at least one of the Pistols had heard him and he paused when he heard that familiar whine of 'miiiistaaaaa'. He looked up with a quirk of his brow, letting out a huff of breath as he set down the snack and leaned back in his seat. ]
Does it look like I'm working? I'm just here to hang out with the cats.
[ It wasn't that he was trying to be rude, but it was the first answer that came to mind. He took a moment to make a sweeping gesture to himself. ]
...besides, these are Gucci, I can't work in these.
[ Mafia work in them was just fine though, absolutely. ]
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He's not going to ignore it, but he chalks it up to pipes noises for the time being.]
You have some expensive taste. I thought they only made luggage.
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Yeah, like at the beginning. Dude, what century are you from?
[ Sorry, Caesar. He didn't really look like someone from a completely different era, he absolutely had to be joking. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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It's nice.
He would never admit it aloud, but this is something he desperately craved. A partner to share his life with-an unexpected twist given how their relationship started. A friends with benefits relationship turned more in, what felt like, the blink of an eye. Falling for Leone had felt so natural he barely realized the shift had occurred.
And now, because of him, he has his large family-one that Mista is part of.
The kids were chattering wildly between Mista and their father for some time, letting Mista know all the finer details of their day with embellished tales. The young girl rambles about fighting pirates with hamon in the bathtub and the older boy talks over her about how they became detectives like papà and the great missing leaf mystery they solved today. A leaf they offer to Mista, but not before Caesar reaches over to rip off one the points to make the four pointed leaf a three pointed one. Mista's weird, but harmless. It's whatever.
Caesar doesn't stop them though-he lets them ramble on and on and on, running his fingers through Lasagna's hair until the kids grow bored with all their adult bullshit, and wander back to the newest episode of Power Paladins.]
You're staying for dinner, aren't you? Leone will be home soon. I'm sure he'll want to catch up with you too.
rip my heart
Pretty sure I don't have anything else lined up tonight, of course I'm going to stay; not like I could resist after sitting here and smelling it the whole time...
[ Holding that leaf by the stem he couldn't help but turn it over in his fingers thoughtfully, pleasant smile on his face as he leaned forward to rest against the edge of the table. ]
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[He was waiting for this moment. Mista states his intentions and Caesar shows his own by thrusting a spoon across the counter to press against the other man's hand.]
Then you'll be around to help the whole time-come stir this sauce.
[Sorry, Mista. Being an adult means automatic kitchen duty, even if Caesar likes him enough nowadays to play along with his weird four bullshit. ]
No date this evening?
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Nah, not tonight, figured I'd give everyone a break for now...
[ His stirring was a little half-hearted at first, Mista practically propping himself up against the stove. ]
...kind of wish I had one now, though, I already did a full day of work and now you're gonna make me stir?
[ Even if it sounded whiny, the look on his face at least showed that he was more teasing than not. He could milk it for all it was worth, there wasn't anything wrong with that. ]
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[It can't be a surprise Caesar's making him do work and he notes with some amusement that despite his whine, he's stirring the sauce well enough.
He knows the guy won't go anywhere and he calls out to the kids to turn down the television they had amped up during a particularly cool Paladin Rangers battle. They wait a second, acting like they didn't hear him, and then the volume mysteriously lowers.]
Give everyone a break. [A repeats with a scoff as he checks something in the oven.] If you can't find one, just admit it. I said I would be your wingman, you know. It would be simple enough to find you a partner.
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