frctellino

*   cb also drop things 
          	
          	i am down w a sickness rn guys pls

malew1fe

; !
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frctellino

*   cb also drop things 
          
          i am down w a sickness rn guys pls

malew1fe

; !
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malew1fe

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...shit, huh? what'd you say? sorry. 

frctellino

,  no. are y-y-you sure you're okay? you're p-p-p-pale.
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malew1fe

i'm fine. no worries. do you-— do you want, um, something to eat?
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frctellino

,   i was s-s-s-saying y-you don't l-look good. er, well.
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frctellino

;  ok i am gonna TRY and actually b active sorry guys :(( drop stuff plth

biohaze

Finally. Peace and quiet. Why he agreed to let Mista and Narancia stay in his apartment for the night, especially together, God knows. They weren't the worst they could've been, but it definitely felt like pushing it seeing them outside of work. Though he'd kept his cool apart from moments of slipping with mild irritation, Fugo's relief in realizing they'd both fallen asleep was pretty clear.
          
          There was a third guest, though. And frankly, he was surprised they weren't knocked out too. The three of them had been so talkative and energetic this whole time. It wore out Fugo just occasionally being involved in their nonsense. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy having friends... but he was definitely needing sleep himself. When he would sleep, however, was still up for debate.
          
          “You need anything?” He finally spoke. Whether it be a snack, a drink ... a pillow. It was getting late, the both of them should probably follow the other two's lead in passing out soon.

frctellino

@biohaze :
            
            he didn't bother to hide his relief as the offer was accepted. the brunet would have gone outside themselves, but, oh hell, it made them nervous. a surprising amount of things did for their success as a mafioso. they didn't want to go out by themselves in a strange place with many people they didn't know inhabiting it. that could lead to a number of things, many unpleasant. 
            
            an unpleasant little jolt ran through cas' stomach. “no– no thanks. it's fine.” one point for pannacotta. of course he wouldn't let fugo take him home. it was late, and walking or taking a taxi could also lead to a couple dozen problems. he would drive himself, but, 1) it'd feel rude to leave, 2) narancia was excited about him coming, and 3) he couldn't drive. really, he needed to pick a struggle.
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biohaze

@frctellino 
            
            With that asked, there wasn't even any hesitation in him getting up to follow along. He was glad it was suggested. It would feel a little overbearing having to suggest it himself. Even with Casper being part of the organization themself, taking into consideration their own problems and current tired state, he felt it was the safest route. This complex may be overall nice, but it still wasn't filled with the best types of people - whether other tenants or friends of tenants stopping by for a visit. 
            
            “You know,” He started as they walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, “If you'd rather go home, I could take you.” Knowing them, they'd think it too much of a hassle this late. Technically speaking, it definitely was. These streets are especially dangerous at night, and it's not like Fugo had a car or anything. Not to mention even the taxi services here were shady half the time. Still, he felt the need to throw out that offer.
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frctellino

@virushazard ,  that laugh managed to get a smile out of him. that was kind of what he'd made his job– make people laugh (or annoy them to death, it really depended). making fugo laugh always felt nice.
            
            “yeah?.. w-w-well, i never d-did have a hard t-t-time keeping up with that rule. i'm u-usually the last asleep when- when baron's around,” he shrugged, head still leaned against the couch. mista was snoring lightly, laying on his stomach. it felt weird. they were friends, sure, but he'd never actually crashed at any of their places.
            
            casper shook his head, standing up and rubbing his eyes. it was hot in here, he was coming to realize. and he felt cramped.  “'m gonna go o-outside for a s-s-s-second. then- then- then i'll sleep,” he runs a hand through his hair, yawning once more. “you wanna c-c-come with?” it wouldn't be too bad, fugo as company. with it being this late, and his social battery on 21%, the white haired man was the best to accompany him. he didn't want to be alone outside, but he didn't want to talk all too much, either.
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godlybeauty

Having come from the slums, Dio naturally viewed the rich with distaste. A hatred to those who mocked him, looked down on him, since the beginning. As well as be played the part and charmed those who spoke to him with ease, he didn't necessarily want to be here. He'd only come here as well because George has insisted upon it. As he was, technically speaking, a Joestar now himself, making public appearances was only a natural thing to do... especially with the plans he had underway. 
          
          “These things are so tedious.” The blond spoke as he came to stand close to Anthonio after so long of mingling with these people, his low voice almost completely drowned out amongst the chatter coming from every which way and the music playing throughout the overly spacious room. 
          
          A sigh escaped him as he gestured over for a nearby servant before just up and downing the remaining wine he had. Not a word was exchanged between them as he just handed the glass over and turned away as to completely disregard them. “How about we step out for a moment, away from all of this? The air in here is suffocating...”

frctellino

@godlybeauty ,  casper hated these types of gatherings. the flamboyant costumes, the rich food, the music, the chatter. it was overwhelming to the point it made him feel dizzy. maybe later he could lament on how these people never put a dime towards people like dio, but for now, he was just trying to keep himself from seeming more closed off than he already was. he could feel his hands trembling. he'd turned in his wine glass maybe an hour ago. he still tried to chat with anyone who wished to, but his tongue was sandpaper and it was exceptionally hard to swallow at the moment.
            
            he flinched at the sound of dio, his expression softening. he hadn't realized he'd had his lips pursed so tightly, or that he'd subconsciously crossed his arms. he dropped them, face flushing. dio and jonathan were charming, and toni had about as much charm as a sun-dried earthworm. partly understanding dio's plight, he nodded. tedious was an understatement.
            
            the brunet simply watched as dio downed his wine, eyes flitting around the room. he looked incredibly relieved at the suggestion. he'd been wanting to leave, but was unsure he could, for hours now. "oh, y--yes, p-p-pl-pl-please." he needed some fresh air, or just to be away from these people.
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frctellino

@havocesque ,  casper stared blankly at the corpses for a moment. that was one problem dealt with, he supposed. it was his own fault for wandering out of mondstadt, but still.. he took the ginger's outstretched hand, pulling himself up. "y-y-you- you'd think." he brushed himself off, running his fingers through his hair nervously. this man had just saved him, and he was still a bit apprehensive. he was around most, though, it wasn't very odd behavior. "uhm– th-t-thank y-you. sir."