◈⇠( closed starter ) – Page 2

_{———❝ I WOULDN’T JUMP TO SUCH A CONCLUSION. not that you seem to be making the assumption. ❞
eyes level with the parcel, the man slowly lifted as he turned towards the other. upon their doorstep, someone had left a gift with no return. having already used moody blues to determine the identity of the one who placed it there, buccellati would not take the chance to open it. the city’s sweltering heat managed to relay just a hint of what was inside the package. decay lingered.}

_{❝ giovanna, you’re coming with me. ❞
someone was fucking with them.}

@patrimoniodoro

_{———IT WAS THE DELICATE KIND OF SILENCE THAT TOLD HIM NOT TO PUT HIS GUARD DOWN. despite his desire for a respite and reprieve, buccellati did not count his blessings so soon. there were ways in which the universe, ever expanding on its ways to torment, seemed to close in on his very heat signature. the man took a bite of his carbonara and tapped a finger on the table beside abbacchio.}

_{❝ this pasta tastes bitter. ❞}

_@winefilth

_{———❝ I’VE HEARD GOOD THINGS ABOUT THIS CAFE. let me see what i like on the menu? ❞
a curl of the lip which ebbed into a faint smile. he’d come near to closing, the space devoid of patrons and floor wet with dilute cleaner. hand exiting his pocket, buccellati waved a finger around the large display above, reading over the items below his breath.}

_{❝ sorry, were you planning on leaving anytime soon? ❞}

_{@nebula-horizon sc}

_{———❝ YOU DON’T HAVE TO FEEL ALONE. not anymore, at the very least. ❞
it’s an assurance he has trouble making. the path they chose had sentenced their party to a world of hurt worse than the one they had already escaped from. though not the best at words of comfort, buccellati could understand the girl’s feelings. they were fighting a battle on two fronts.}

_{@fatenegato sc}

_{———❝ YOU HAVE AN INTERESTING FACE! are you one of those cosplayers i hear about? ❞}

_{@magellaniic sc}

_{———❝ STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE. someone told it to me the other day. ❞
creasing the end of his lapel, the man leaned forward, hands folded together between his legs. gaze on the woman, he managed to keep his attention sharp as they continued this little charade. he knew better than to let his guard down with her in close proximity. he’d been approached alone, a sign of confidence at the very least.}

_{❝ a roman guy walks into a bar, holds up two fingers. five, please, he says. ❞}

_{@deabaciata sc}

_{tag dump!}