EAT MY DUST CHEERIO
3 6 7 2 now baby
bro tf
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love the title tho rhymes yes
how you do all this before the timeskip is POSTED HOW
PFFFFFFFFFFF REALLY
Though to be fair, Luciano did sort of have a point, what would all those freakishly rich people possibly want to do with all their gold if not turn it into something edible and sprinkle it over their pasta dishes so they technically poop gold as well as swim in it, or whatever they do in the comfort of their own homes.
this sentence what
”But why ruin pasta that’s just sad, pasta is perfect as it is” Gio sighed at the thought of it maybe tasting ‘good’. Though to be fair, Luciano did sort of have a point, what would all those freakishly rich people possibly want to do with all their gold if not turn it into something edible and sprinkle it over their pasta dishes so they technically poop gold as well as swim in it, or whatever they do in the comfort of their own homes. Gio’s family may have always been rich, from his father’s past flourishing career as an insurance man, which was quite high paying, to his mother’s career as a professor in some hotshot university, which wasn’t exactly the definition of minimum wage as well, to past inheritance from all his dead grandparents and relatives and many other things that pay up quite well, or as you may have figured, my point is that for as long as Gio could remember (quite ironic isn’t it?), The De Luca family never seemed to even be close to the state of lacking money. But to be honest, Gio never really cared about any of it. Yes, he obviously enjoyed the bonuses and luxuries a wealthy life had to offer him, but it was never something he saw as an aspect of his life that actually mattered to him. He was more of a sentimental type of guy, memories, connections, emotions, passions, family and friends, not his reputation among the silver spoon folks and fancy houses with a private chef that cooks them pasta with edible gold sprinkled on top like parmesan. He may have been handed the silver spoon growing up, but he never actually wanted it, a regular spoon was just fine wasn’t it?
I was wondering how you went on about pasta for this long of a paragraph but I see that the main idea evolved past that
Time…
Well that’s the question innit (omg look at me being british bye)
They really were just
other son? we don’t know him
random thought but italian is lowkey similar to french like I understood the gist of that
The young boy looked at his father as the man forbid him to talk about his own missing brother, his best friend, his identical other half, his person.
that is weird af ngl
And as much as he tried, Gio could never even begin to understand how a father could possibly do that, forget his own son, blood and flesh of his own. What beating human heart had the capability of just ignoring and banning the boy from existence. Definitely not Gio’s… And apparently not his mother’s as well.
That’s valid
She couldn’t do that, and for the first time in his life, Gio saw his mother stand up against her husband, which was something that never happened.
Seems like it was also the only time but anYWAYS
I don’t know how you guessed
all industries, all the big money, from money laundering to illegal goods or human trafficking, organised crime and what not
Mr. Worldwide I see
wai how you be all kinds of a criminal and still homophobic
he really said “I can excuse human trafficking, but two men in love is where I draw the line” kjdlwkchern
What happened to the guy who asked her to marry him on a gondola floating in the middle of the tranquil waters of the romantic city born of water, while the sunset acted as the most beautiful backdrop to the timeless magic like architecture everywhere they could possibly turn, as if they were in a fairytale
HAHA you were truly swindled miss
this would be a funny plot for br2
The hope? The hope was gone, as Giovanni grew up, he stopped believing that something good might happen, and slowly started accepting the fact that maybe he was never going to see his brother again… Not in his physical form at least, but in his mind, the boy always lived. Always there for him, with him along every step of the way, a boy that would forever remain eight years old as a figment of Gio’s imagination.
well that’s fking sad
Because that’s how twins work, it was something no twin could argue with, twins, they’re a package deal, they’re connected, they have a bond nobody can deny, even if they don’t necessarily like each other
:0 my sentence-
tea
HAHHAHAHAHA love that for him
no
Whatever it was, that thing that triggeted the past and present deep pain in Gio’s mind, was also that thing that against all odds, brought his memories right back up from the ashes, all of them, a whole damn three years running through his poor mind all together one after the other in a hail of bullets.
Wow well why don’t we just loook at that
You’re welcome Gio yes
”I’m the one who should be glad” he whispered and turned his gaze to look at the sleeping man ”This… It’s all you. You made him, and honestly I have never met anyone as amazing as your son in my whole life, you should be proud of yourself Marcia”
oh wow
Baby for what you didn’t do anything
The damage has been done
it was a very impromptu decision ok
IKDSJKCJKIERS
very unfulfilling
CerealKiller:
GET LOSTTTTT
EIGHT PAGES WIDEOWJN
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ridonculous
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