Trickster MODE engaged
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“Alright!” Italy beamed and dashed out the door.
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“I’ll get some! Where is it?” Italy looked around he room for a freezer.
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Italy waved his hand, “Safest place in Italy, the people and police don’t mind the mafia. Were like the back up police and the undercover agents for the most dangerous jobs.”
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“He(small laugh), i’m not judging you by your looks, its just that…” Italy tailed off and his eyes glazed at the memories. He shook his head and breathed deeply,” If he doesn’t ask, i’ll take you to my home instead.” He chuckled, “You don’t seem so keen on going home, so might as well take you to mine.”
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Italy chuckled, “The mafia may be under my control, but they won’t attack you even if I order it.They do have morels you know? And trust me, you aren’t the worst thing that has happen to me ans I doubt you will top it.”
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“Well he hasn’t been interacting with the others for about two weeks, so one would jump to conclusions.” Italy shrugged, “My mistake.” “Why not?” Italy pounded his chest, “If some one tries to stop you, the Italian mafia is on your side.” He smiled kindly at Antarctica.
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Italy smiled kindly and patted her head. “He won’t kick you out!” He glanced around the room and staged whispered, “I’m sure he’ll insist that you come home with him.” He smiled at Antarctica.
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Italy cocked his head, “Pardon?”
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Italy did indeed notice that her hand was very cold, but didn’t mind. She was literally the personification of Antarctica, it makes sense that she would at least be colder than normal. He shook her hand a few times before running his hand in his hair. “How do you know Canada? He hasn’t been very social lately…”
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Italy took off his sunglasses and hung them on the front of his vest. His warm, brown eyes happy. “I’m the leader of one of the biggest mafia’s in the world, I can go anywhere!” Italy looked ridiculously happy at that for some reason. He extended his large hand to Antarctica, “Its nice to meet you Miss. Antarctica!”
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“Whats up Canada?” Italy was thin ans wiry, he was taller than Canada by about four inches. He walked over to Canada and ruffled his hair. He gestured to Antarctica, “Who’s this?”
Italy was a giant teddy bear to everyone despite his hard look and guns, but to those who harmed his friends… just pray that he wouldn’t hurt them too bad. -
“Whats up Bitches?” Italy walked into the hotel room decked out in full body armor and guns strapped to his back.His eyes where shielded with aviator sunglasses. The leader of the Italian Mafia has walked into the room.
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Dirk smiled slight and paused in his typing to look at Vriska, “Sounds like a fun guy.” He continued to type and fiddled with the bird’s frame. The laptop screen had long strings of numbers and letters with a few clicks of the keys the screen flashed and morphed to a diffrent screen. He smirked triumphantly and fiddled with the frame, ” A fourth of the way done.”
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Dirk nodded at Kanaya in thanks for the refilled tea cup and immediately started to sip it. “This is fun, I haven’t had a chance to relax in a while, thanks” “Uhh.. anyways…” Dirk noticed that his host seemed uncomfortable with the topic and tried to change it. “So that arm of your…how well dose it work?” “Who made it?”
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Dirk shrugged, “You learn over the years.” He drank the last bit of his tea and sighed in remorse, he honestly loved the stuff! He looked down at the empty teacup before setting down next to him with a sigh and continued typing.