Arashi mafia fic is now officially a crossover.
The Mafia fic is still ongoing! Note: I wasn't joking when I said I considered throwing K-boys as minor characters into this verse.
( SIDE CHAPTER: Vaguely, Nino could hear himself tell Aiba to stuff his head in an oven, which Aiba seemed to think was the most hysterical thing ever. )
( SIDE CHAPTER: Vaguely, Nino could hear himself tell Aiba to stuff his head in an oven, which Aiba seemed to think was the most hysterical thing ever. )
Jun refrained from commenting on their team name
Oh Jun, always so classy and dignified. Unless he's killing people. .___.
with his lean figure, the neon outfit made him look like a psychotic elf
JO KWON. A PSYCHOTIC ELF. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO AND HUDDLE IN A CORNER LAUGHING MY LUNG OUT. DOES HE HAVE A MATCHING HAT THAT HE DIDN'T BRING BECAUSE HE THOUGHT IT WAS TOO AWESOME FOR THE PARTY?
Riding on Jinwoon's back and looking tiny in comparison, a waiter raised his free hand to wave amiably, a wine bottle balanced perfectly on a tray in the other.
YOU. YOU-- DEAD. I AM DEAD OF FULFILLMENT. I HOPE YOU LIKE THAT MANSLAUGHTER SENTENCE HANGING OVER YOUR HEAD FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY.
(...I am thinking that Jun will not be offing anybody in this party LOL. OR WILL HE. :O)
"Satoshi-hyung said he'll teach me how to throw a dirk if I carried him for the whole party," Jinwoon explained brightly.
Never let it be said that Jinwoon (or Ohno) doesn't have an eye for a deal.
Without so much as a flinch, Kwon returned the smile nonchalantly.
JO KWON ♥ Not intimidated so easily, is he!
Now I'm wondering how 2AM fares in the collapse of the Moretti camorra...
I love you so much ♥ Prompt me and I'll write something for you! (Though, uh, I make no promises as to whether or not it'll be finished soon... I'm a slow, slow writer.)
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