[Considering the situation, Abbacchio finds himself taking everything oddly well.
Maybe it's because it's still distinctly less stressful or agonizing to confront than the last three days he's actually lived out. Though he isn't entirely thrilled to not be able to call upon his Stand, it isn't the worst situation he could be in either. If anything, the playing field might be more even this way.
Even if, evidently, his familiar is an adorable looking pixie with a lot of purple on her.
The caravan, thankfully, has plenty of little bottles for him to drink. So he won't have to endure this completely sober.]
Hey. [He's talking to his familiar, who is currently sitting on his shoulder.] Say "fuck."
[She tilts her head cutely. Fuck? she repeats back, confused.]
Ha. Nice. [He takes a drink from his bottle.]
⏪ ii. snowballs
[Although Abbacchio has zero intention of getting involved in a magic snow fight, he's not going to piss on anyone's parade about it. So instead, he's watching from a distance, having a drink from his mug full of hot cider.
Then suddenly, a snowball hits him in the face. His familiar squeaks out oh shit! and hides into his hair. Slowly, he turns his head, glaring in the direction where it came from.
So he looks directly at you.]
Watch your fucking aim, idiot.
⏪ iii. network | username: rinascita
currently interviewing for a roommate i won't immediately despise until i have my own room so hopefully you pass my high standards answer these questions: 1 what is your favorite color 2 what kind of music do you listen to 3 what kind of soap do you use. like what scent
⏪ iv. wildcard
[you know the drill, make your own prompt or let me know if you wanna do something specific]
Leone Abbacchio ⏪ Jojo's Bizarre Adventure ⏪ cognitive
[Considering the situation, Abbacchio finds himself taking everything oddly well.
Maybe it's because it's still distinctly less stressful or agonizing to confront than the last three days he's actually lived out. Though he isn't entirely thrilled to not be able to call upon his Stand, it isn't the worst situation he could be in either. If anything, the playing field might be more even this way.
Even if, evidently, his familiar is an adorable looking pixie with a lot of purple on her.
The caravan, thankfully, has plenty of little bottles for him to drink. So he won't have to endure this completely sober.]
Hey. [He's talking to his familiar, who is currently sitting on his shoulder.] Say "fuck."
[She tilts her head cutely. Fuck? she repeats back, confused.]
Ha. Nice. [He takes a drink from his bottle.]
⏪ ii. snowballs
[Although Abbacchio has zero intention of getting involved in a magic snow fight, he's not going to piss on anyone's parade about it. So instead, he's watching from a distance, having a drink from his mug full of hot cider.
Then suddenly, a snowball hits him in the face. His familiar squeaks out oh shit! and hides into his hair. Slowly, he turns his head, glaring in the direction where it came from.
So he looks directly at you.]
Watch your fucking aim, idiot.
⏪ iii. network | username: rinascita
currently interviewing for a roommate i won't immediately despise until i have my own room
so hopefully you pass my high standards
answer these questions:
1 what is your favorite color
2 what kind of music do you listen to
3 what kind of soap do you use. like what scent
⏪ iv. wildcard
[you know the drill, make your own prompt or let me know if you wanna do something specific]