𝟎𝟎𝟏.⠀𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙳𝙾.

why didn't you fuck me on that car , mista ?   *  how could someone as ethereal as the one and only giorno giovanna be so blunt sometimes  -  even crudely so ? one could never tell what was up that man's sleeve . from the way the sun caught his baby fangs to the sensuous tousle the very wind gave his blonde curls , he was the embodiment of mystery !  *
            
            @mistaios 

෴ .⠀ @crearevita ⠀ ▏⠀' ＆
            
            yes    ..   *   he's weary with answering the question,   &   he keeps his gaze on the male before him as he places his pistol on the coffee table.   if his instincts were right,  this was not going to be good.   *   of course i remember your birthday.   we had quite the fun,  to be honest.   why  ?

*  slyest of smiles creeps upon perfect pink lips , eyes twinkling in mischief . whatever was the young don up to now !   *  well , mista , do you remember my birthday ?
            
            @mistaios 

*  his jaw dropped in feigned surprise , furrowed blonde brows and an offended scoff completing the look of  "  shock  "  at the refusal . giorno slid down from the hood , covering his rolling eyes with gucci shades that he retrieved from his blue suit pocket .  *   you're not even opening the door for me ? hmph , you're definitely not gonna get  /  me  /  bent over for you anytime soon .  *   no , don't worry about getting it , you're too late  -  the italian tossed his hair in mista's direction as he swung open the passenger door to get in , glaring straight ahead even when he sat his bratty tush on the handmade leather seat and gently closed the door shut . for someone usually so levelheaded , he was awfully dramatic  * 
            
            @mistaios 

෴ .⠀ @crearevita ⠀ ▏⠀' ＆
            
            prego  ,   giovanna  ,    *    he scoffed  ,   rolling his eyes for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that evening.   honestly  ,   he was quite surprised that giorno had chosen to jump off his high horse just for this moment  ,   &   it was then mista considered the possibility that giorno could surprise even HIM.   then again  ,   he could be quite unpredictable at times   ,,   so he shouldn't have been truly shocked.   he spun the key on his finger  ,   humming softly beneath his breath as he neared the car of their choice.    *    maybe after lunch  ,   if you're lucky.    *    he casually replied to the outburst  ,   before unlocking the car   ,,    flashing giorno a brief look of friendly judgement.    *    but  ,   i'm hungry NOW  ,   so your fantasy is going to have to wait.   c'mon  ,   get in.

i'll take it from here , grazie mille .   *  came the clipped response as the teen hopped out of mista's hold , tossing his head slightly to wink at him . and with that , he stepped with confidence onto the showroom floor , which held such expensive and fast cars that not a soul could ever hope to attain this garage full  -  let alone the young don's entire collection . he sighed appreciatively once his eyes captured the sleek orange and black sport car , and giorno turned around to gently drape himself across its hood , looking not unlike a model  *   god , someone could fuck me on this car .   *  exclaimed the male to no one in particular , eyes staring up at the vaulted ceiling as his voice echoed  *
            
            @mistaios 

MISTA YOU SAID FOUR