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    “ WELL, I’M NOT SURPRISED that you killed him. He seems like … a piece of work, so to speak. ”

                       ———❝ IF IT WERE UP TO ME... he would still be alive. ❞ crouched beside the body in question, the man flipped open the wallet he’d just procured off his person. lorenzo ricci. a former passione soldato and defected drug smuggler. lifting from his position, he offered the other the drivers license.

                                           Continued with @cernieran from X                       ☆ / I HAVE A DREAM  :  GIORNO GIOVANNA

Golden sparkles and lights - this seemingly natural glow to his figure. Giorno had this mask of sorts, clung to his emotions as he went from a void to something more playful. It was the very persona that he played up for the camera - held over this guise of a true gangster. “I’m not sure about that, amico. Perhaps I’ll come back when the Grande Ufficio di Bruno is less busy, hm?”, he spoke with a sly smile.

                        ———❝ YOU MAKE THE TITLE SOUND SO DIGNIFIED. in fact, i nearly forgot how it is i spend my days. ❞ smiling, the man brushed a bit of hair behind his ear. something about how the other carried himself felt different, many months past the fatal usurpation of the former boss. he’d never considered the other a dishonest person; the word did not sit properly. rather, giorno was more… inward. what truths he kept, he kept under lock and key. a safe does not necessarily lie about what valuables it holds — it just doesn’t tell you.