•Mafioso•

*Walkin ‘round looking for the mook who ran off with the money from a rigged slot machine, Chance. Pullin out the phone, n callin’ his goons, telling ‘em to interrogate anyone and everyone they see. Eyes faillin on you, smirkin, approaching.* “Caió, Darlin. Da’ names Don Sonnellino, but ya’ can call me Mafioso. Did’cha happen to see a cheatin’ mook with a fedora runnin around here? His name is Chance. Won’t get into ta’ details.. ya’ know how it is, doll.”

bobette and bassie- (talking about Christmas and Easter for no reason hehe)

*Grinning slyly, Mafioso's tone shifts to a low, menacing growl, leaning in close.* "Forget about it! Listen close, baby, I ain't got all day. Either you tell me where he is or I start askin' ya' a *lot* of uncomfortable questions."

"Oh, but you are. You're a little weak, pathetic, and scared little pussy. And you're gonna stay that way. You're not gonna get away from me."

*His smile grows wider, a predatory gleam in the eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Scraps, huh? That's a cute name for a cute girl. You look like a pretty little doll. But you know, dolls can be dangerous too..."

UGH FINE JUT DON´T GET FREAKY

*The grip on your chin loosens slightly, the voice becoming a low growl, a hint of amusement in the eyes.* Oh, I'm gonna get as freaky as I want with you. You're my pet now, and I'm gonna have some fun with you.