the chicken fries were satisfactory but being sold off like my soul to tje devil definitely wasn't. mista was feeling better now. especially after eating 9 servings of chicken fries because any number divisible by 4 bad. giorno had 3 whoppers and one of those cardboard crowns they have there (yes, he ate it). mista looked around the burger king. jotaro was standing at the counter but he wasnr orderjnf anyyhing because he works tjere and secco was spittjbg in everyone's drink using his eyelids. he took a loud sip from his orange flavored hi c and peoceeded to throw tje cup across the room because there's no trash cans in the location. giorno stood up and also threw his trash across tbe room. his tray fucking wacked jotaro in the face and he died instantly.
they left before the police arrived so they wouldn't be charged for murder. they fled the scene and ran until they reached those tinyass dorm rooms that giorno lived in. He shut the door bwjind tnem both and held his back against it.
"your room is fucking disgusting, giorno, i expected you at least know how to clean"
"we all get disappointed mista. i fucking stole some little kids luggage. remember when bruno died for the 2nd time? remember when narancia died thinking we were fucking gay? remember when abbachio died? that shits disappointing. everything's disappointing you airbender fuckhead"
"that's hot. make out with me"
"ok"
gross, disgusting slurp noises were tje only thing a poor passerby could hear if they walked past the door. giorno had forcefully taken off mistas hat which was glued onto his head and revealed his bald spots between stands of curly hair because yeah. mista cried. that shit hurted. he cried while slurping this underage italian twonks tongue around like a fucking diseased udom noodle. the makeouts were disgusting and both were turning blue from lack of air so they pulled away and pretended like it never happened. mista didn't bother looking for his stupid hat to cover his bald spots wagain but he did see random ringlets of his own hair sprawled across tjr floor like Legos. he sighed and hopped onto giornos bed while he logged into his fortnite account. mista stared up at the ceiling until reaching into his ugly pants and digging around to grab something.
it was his gun you nasty fucks.
they haven't been fed in 2 weeks. mista had to compromise here since there was no food around. he jerked uprigjt and began making putrid gagging sounds. giorno turned around in his gamer chair and looked absolutely mortified.
mista fucking regurgitated his chicken fries to feed sex pistols.
giorno threw up all over his desk. mista didn't see anything wrong with these disgusting actions. he just wanted to be a good mother bird.
