you finally calm my head at night

[slushfund]

CHARACTERS: youichi hiruma and whoever wants to drop in
DATE: scattered throughout the middle of january, 5th to 15th
WARNINGS: potential murder talk and this boy's foul mouth
SUMMARY: catch-all for open and closed prompts this month

(want to hang out with this dickhead, but a prompt doesn't suit your fancy pants? hit me up with a pm or at frooting, i love everything. all cr welcome, but dear god he needs friends... and like ten shots of tequila...)

Comments

[digiorno]

[Someone's in his face. He starts back immediately, even though the guy's not touching him, not grabbing or hurting him; it's instinct to fight, freeze, or flee, to be skittish and wary. But this one--oh. Giorno remembers him.]

[. . . Is this right? He tips his head curiously to one side and reaches out unseen with Gold Experience. Blood moving too fast through his veins, breath too quick. And drenched in sweat, not that Giorno needed Gold Experience to notice that. His lips press together.]

Depends on what it is, doesn't it?

[slushfund]

(a crooked smile for giorno, remembering those great sandworm times. ah, man, what a crazy plan he can take to the grave with him.)

I don't bite hard, Blondie, (hiruma, you're blond...) it's just a training simulator I need on. It keeps shutting off, for obvious reasons, but it doesn't believe I'm capable of pushing myself.

(opening his arms to him, chest heaving,) So? Wanna help a fucker out?