i'm really quite an awful person

            ❛  you’re awfully secretive of what your stand is or looks like.             —— i get it, trust and all that, especially considering the             circumstances, but aren’t you supposed to be a team? knowing             each others abilities would greatly increase the chances of             success, should something unexpected happen ——  ❜

      @winefilth

‘ so. let me get this straight. ’ abbacchio starts. he blinks slowly, then stares kakyoin in the eyes. he’s stopped stirring his tea. ‘ you’re going to try and shame me for keeping myself safe, is that it? a pretty fucking stupid thing for you to do, don’t you think? so here, i’ll keep it simple for you, because you clearly don’t seem to understand. ’ he takes a breath. blinks slowly.

I will ;)

youre cute fuck you ill kick your ass

Do it pussy you wont

FIGHT ME JACKASS ILL BREAK YOUR NOSE.

                   ———HAD IT NOT BEEN POINTED OUT, his death might have escaped him entirely. eyes fluttering, the man rested his head on two fingers, alert yet waning. he moved his hand to the side of the bed where abbacchio sat propped, brushing down the creases.

      ❝ this might be the first time i’ve heard you concerned about whether or not you were alive. ❞ the bluntness of the statement forced the man’s grip, tightening over a desire to stay his mouth. when had he become so careless with his words? had empathy been lost over these months alone…?

     ❝ i was starting to think we’d both rot away here while you slept. ❞

                  ——— HE’S ALWAYS CARED ABOUT BEING ALIVE, to a certain extent. part of him truly wanted to go home, someday. go back to calabria and see his family again and... well. that was a waste of time to think about, wasn’t it. still, he doesn’t... feel right. he blinks as buccellati speaks, almost smirks.

     ❝ it’s not like you to comment on shit like that. ❞

though... part of him appreciates it, honestly. abbacchio glances at where buccellati’s hand is, and sighs, before looking back at the other. he doesn’t know entirely how everything turned out. he almost doesn’t even want to fucking ask. maybe he could get away with it. he probably will.

winefilth replied to your post: Whirrs

no please

The whirring increases in volume until it’s blasting from all of Blues’ speakers, the eye-speakers ‘staring’ accusingly (or, that could just be all in Abbacchio’s head, of course) at it’s wielder.