Kono Dio Da Face Novels & Stories

Dumb face: but you're really not behind me, people only say that when they are behind you. I chuckle, he's kinda right. Me: go away Aaron. Dumb face: ok seriously where are you? I've been looking for you everywhere. I smile, he's sweet. Really sweet. Impossibly sweet. Literally sweet. Me: I won't tell. Dumb face: I'm groaning. I'm groaning so loud people think I'm ejaculating. Oh my gosh...gross. Dumb face: did that gross you out enough to fess up your location?

I had only been a stand-in, set on the table when she didn't want her seat. A Vellari capo even sighed aloud: "Now this — this is what the Donna of our Famiglia should look like." Dario stood frozen for a few seconds. Then his face softened. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if uncertain how to make the shape, but in the end he managed it. The smile wasn't pretty. It was awkward — like a man who hadn't smiled in so long he was trying to remember which muscles to use. But he smiled.