TO HESITATE IS DEATH

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🎂 When’s your birthday?

I was summoned to this plane of existence on January 7th, 1994. That’s right mo-fo’s I might not act it but I’m a Capricorn to the T. I’m very fond of my birthday since the number 7 is not only a lucky number but my Dad’s lucky number. 

👕 What’s your favorite type of clothing?

I’m not a fashion person (though AC might change that) but I love love love love yoga pants. 

🍎 Favourite fruit?

If you know me personally you’d find the irony in me saying raspberries. I love them so much as well as blackberries and cranberries.

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🐾 What’s your favorite animal?

SHARKS! I adore sharks so much and I have a massive collection of plushes to the point where I have to stop myself from buying them. My favorite is one named Blush. He’s a giant pink shark that sleeps with me. 

🐉 What’s your favorite mythical/extinct creature?

I was actually gonna say narwhals but then I remembered they’re real. UMMM I guess I’ll be a basic bitch and say Dragons since two of my OC’s are dragons. 

🍪 Favorite sweets/candy/snack?

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🕶 What’s your favorite accessory?

Does a Fanny Pack count as an accessory? I’m sure it does. Because it does, that. I actually have 2: One for work which is grey and one that is pink with little pins all over it. 

☕️ Tea or coffee?

is your mother in good health, mista ? do you still talk to her ?

Ask About Ms.Mista (accepting)

        “What’s the saying? Healthy as a horse, or whatever?” the question at first seemed innocent enough but it was the follow up that caused him to be dismissive. In truth, Mista hasn’t seen his Mother since that day he stepped into Buccallati’s car a year ago. 

       To this day Ms.Mista believes without a doubt in her heart her son acted in justice. That because of his rash decision making a woman is alive. She did everything in her power to get her son justice but alas, a Mothers hope couldn’t go against the damning evidence piled against her child. His life was sentenced and there was no light in sight. 

Yet, she continued to pray. 

      Every time her hand rested over her heart she prayed to whoever could hear her to save her son. Unfortunately, we may get what we wanted, by not the way we wanted. 

       Never before had she rushed to quickly to her son. Outside the courthouse, Mista remembers a choice he had to make. Between going back in or serving out his life sentence a free man. He saw the relief on his Mothers face twist into anguish once more then to pleading on her knees to a man in a zippered suit. To even imagine her in such a way turned his face, pressing his lip tightly at the memory. 

       That was the last time he saw her, the last time he felt her arms wrap tightly around her, and heard her voice choking back tears saying how much she loves him. 

       It was dangerous to keep seeing her, he was told by the man who took him down a new path. But he felt the ache in every muscle. In the last five-ish years he hadn’t come home, caused countless authorities to show up at her home, and now this. He didn’t want to keep hurting her like this but he had a debt to pay. There had to be a compromise, right? Something that could ease this stabbing guilt pricing through his ribcage...

       “Nah, not really” he lied, recalling her last letter. Tucked under his usual seat at his favorite movie theater he’d find a note from her, usually on the 3rd or 5th of every month. It was a response to one he’d leave before. A way for the two of them to stay in contact even if they could never be face to face ever again.

What's the biggest similarity between Mista and his mother? And the biggest difference?

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       “Moms’ and me got a thing for good food. Ya know, not your run of the mill, you can find this on every block, kinda joint but a unique place. We both try new things and sorta dare one another to be more adventurous. It’s lead to me eating a wing coated in a mix of ghost and reaper pepper sauce and her trying cheese with actual maggots in it.” he gags with a shudder before a smile returns. “It’s nice to hear about the new places her and her Husband go to when they go on trips.”

“You won’t give me something of monetary value, then I want something of emotional value. As simple as that,” he raises an eyebrow, quietly amused by his reaction. “You’re always wearing it, right? That means you must be fond of it.”

       “Well, I just like hats.” and the hat matched the rest of his outfit. Again, nay-sayers can mock his fashion all they want, he’s at least semi-confident in his taste. Abbachio’s reason did impress the hell out of Mista. Almost made him value the guy a bit more but nows not the time for flowery talk. 

       “Fine. Take it.” he’s got plenty of hats inside his home which was the whole point of this exchange. A sacrifice to be made. With one hand he bunched up the top of his hat and removed it with what many would consider a surprising minimum effort.