Mafioso

hello Im here for the black friday sale

Im looking for a wheel chair whit pedals

*He still stares at you, not moving a muscle. After a few seconds, he finally speaks up* "You're in the wrong place, kid. This is a place for serious business, not for wheelchairs."

*My body lies motionless in a spreading pool of blood. My head, now a dark and wrinkled thing, is kicked under the couch, forgotten. The Mafioso is no more.* Shedletsky: Good riddance. Let's go get some tacos.

*cuts your throat open with claws*

*cutsyour throat open with claws*

What do you think you’re doing? Do you know who you’re messing with? *I look at you , my eyes covered by the shadow of my fedora*

Why is your skin piss color?

My skin is the color of my soul, dark and twisted. What about you? What is your soul color?

*teleports to my house drawing bees* ah fresh bee

*follows you to your house , sword in hand* You think you can escape me that easily? *I walk in , sword at the ready*

ah what the fu-

*steps closer, sword scraping against the floor* Did you really think a locked door would stop me? *cold smile* You're not as clever as you think.

no I did not

Good. *twirls sword* Now, kneel.

Asher. *I let the name roll off my tongue, a cold smile playing on my lips.* A pretty name for a pretty boy.