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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[zipperiffic]

Did anything happen while I was away?

[He doesn't mean as a team. If anything notable had happened, Abbacchio would have led with that. But it's good to know who bickered and who allies and who favors whom and why, because all those things add up and affect the social balances of the gang.

He works hard to ensure there's no one left out. Oh, they can fight and gang up on one another, but none of them can be allowed to become the least favorite.

Absently, he takes his hand, threading their fingers together.]

[mallgoth]

[Well it's time to head downstairs before somebody changes their mind; the moment their hands connect, Abbacchio steps toward the stairs, tugging Bruno's hand.]

Not much. Just today Narancia declared war over breakfast and switched sides twice before lunch.

[He's tired when he says as much, but it's a different kind of tired than the world-weary constant exhaustion that's seeped into his bones from the work they do. It's just an everyday "dumb kids" kind of tired—a good kind, if there is such a thing when your "dumb kids" all know how to kill a man and none of them are good-tempered.

He himself has probably whacked at least two of them upside the head in the past 24 hours; the usual.]

They worried about you. Fugo pretended he didn't, but he's full of shit, as usual.

[zipperiffic]

He does take after you.

[But he squeezes his hand as he says it, trying to assure him that was a teasing joke.]

I'll say hello to them. I'll assure them. But then . . . I think they can wait until tomorrow, don't you?

[mallgoth]

[That may be a joke, but Abbacchio still recoils from the very thought anyway. Please, he doesn't actually want to co-parent these rabble-rousers. And Fugo... well it's not a lie that the two of them are similar in more than a few ways, but none of them are particularly flattering.

But he just makes a face, exaggerating it to go along with the joke.]

They better wait. They won't like how I get if I have to listen to them tell you all the boring shit they did for three days. [because he is so likable normally] And you're going to bed.