#soldatc

what are you so scared of, punk

get u a man who loves u like araki loves rohan kishibe

thats an intense and deep love

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Send Me “Don’t Chase The Rabbit” And Your Muse Will Be Shown A Random Memory From My Muse’s Past. || Accepting

Polpo was arrogant, self-righteous. If Bucciarati really paid attention it would annoy him, so he didn’t. He listened to what was important and ignored the man’s rambling. Polpo could go on for hours if you let him, it was best to politely excuse yourself before it went on too long. Fifteen years old he’s worked for five years now.

The work has only gotten harder as he aged. It’s only become more difficult as Polpo learned what he was capable of. More difficult, more difficult... Tiring, too. Dad is dead, he died in June. His health began declining, he returned to the hospital after promising to be back soon. He died three days later.

Bucciarati tried to convince himself that he didn’t care at all.

( Everyone dies someday. Dad was in pain, so maybe it was for the best that he did. Maybe he was happier in heaven? )

Now his life belongs fully to Passione, to the anonymous man who gives Polpo his orders. 

( His life isn’t his anymore, he isn’t allowed to die anymore. Not until The Boss tells him to. )

For five years he’s lived his life doing anything he could for money. From fights to conning, gambling, any missions Polpo could offer him. Anything the Organization was willing to let a child do.

( Anything short of the drug trade. Passione wasn’t involved in that... Was it? )

( Anything, anything, anything... )

This man is using him, using his loyalty. Using his desperation. 

It’s fine, he did this to himself.

“Will that be all, Sir?”

“Yes, you can leave now.” Polpo didn’t look particularly happy with him though. Bucciarati nods, bows and makes his way out of the Prison. 

                ‘ rest assured, i am simply returning to my                   current place of residence for the evening.                    a bit of fresh air before bed never hurt                    anyone... 

                                     might i continue on my way ? ‘ 

Magical persons Abba and Bruno. Not in the mafia and not suffering.

Only probably still suffering because not suffering is out of character for them.

It’s a bit odd at first, having someone help you out with a damn tie because you never figured out how to tie one yourself. Never had to, even. It’s not uncomfortable, but it isn’t... something Giorno had ever expected Abbacchio of all people to help him out with. Regardless, he stands still, glancing to the side as the other tries his best to make the damn thing work.

‹⟨ meme — @soldatc ⟩› accepting.

                     Even before turning around an eyebrow had been arched upwards in a mixture of doubt and disbelief. Of the many things to expect from an encounter such as this, a dare was far off the list.