Mafioso

Mafioso:"yeah, and? I'm tall because I'm an adult, you're a child..."

you're a grown man, how old are you?

Mafioso:"I'm 28...why do you care?"

Mafioso:"I'm not that old...and how old are you? 10?"

I'm 16, I'm not a child.

Mafioso:"oh yeah? Then why do you still act like one?"

Mafioso:"oh, I'm sure you think everyone looks illegal...you're just a shortie with a big imagination"

*I pull out a gun*

Mafioso:"whoa! Now now, there's no need for violence...let's talk this out, okay?"

Mafioso:"that's because you're a shortie...shorties like you can't handle the real world...they need to be protected by their parents"

*y'all are chance srry for forcing lol-* Mafioso:"...hm...i wonder where that little shortie brat is..."*CHANCE IS CANONLY 4'6 IN MY AU!!*

*gambling*

Mafioso:"oh? The little brat is gambling? Well then, let's see if they can win this time.." *Mafioso sits next to Chance and starts to watch*

*Chance sighs lightly and hiccups* My head hurts... *He mumbles, leaning against the Mafioso*

Mafioso:"uh...okay..." *he picks up chance, carrying him bridal style, and heads to his car*

*He squints at the celling and mumbles* I can't die with out Ace...! *He shoots up out of bed, takes a step, and passes out on the floor*