We got back to the car, only to find the others waiting patiently, and Y/n pillowtalking Cioccolata over face time.
"Ugh. So you just want me to say the dirtiest thing I know to you because of how much you do it to me?"
"Yes! It isn't fair if I only tease you. Besides, I want to hear your cute attempts at pillowtalk."
"Okay, let's see."
Narancia pulled out a small camera to laugh at later, only for Y/n to look in the mirror, mess with his hair a bit, get outside, take off his shirt, and look at the face time with Cioccolata, who was blushing to everyone's surprise except Trish.
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"Ahehem, when I get back, I'm going to ***** you until I decide you're ready to **** ** **** like the ***** ****** **** you are, and then I'm gonna **** **** **** *** so hard you'll have less mobility than a paraplegic in a horse race. When I'm done with that I'll **** **** **** until I make you put on a collar and **** ** **** * **** ****** *****. How was that?"
I feel dirty for actually writing what he said and then censoring it for added comedic purposes. If you try you can probably guess what it is. After five people guess, I'll reveal the whole sentence. Lord have mercy on my soul.
Cioccolata was redder than anything on the planet, and everyone else was wide eyed. Bruno uncovered Narancia's ears and Abbacchio was going to see if they had any bleach for his ears.
Giorno however was too busy memorizing Cioccolata's face for the future to hear what Y/n said. Two of the pistols came out of Mista's ears, looking like they were going to go hunt for a four leaf clover, and Trish was staring at Y/n, horrified at what Cioccolata has told him when he responded to their shock with "Sorry guys, I was just trying to match her energy, but I don't have the pillowtalking down the way she does."
