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The short tempered assassin has been glaring at himself in the mirror for the last 20 minutes. He had woken up that morning and found an icy blue ruffled choker tight around his neck. And unfortunately for him, he couldn't seem to get it off. 'If Melone's behind this I swear-' He's jostled from his thoughts by the sound of knocking on his door.
"Ghiaccio. You're needed for an urgent mission in Naples. Bucciarati's team are already on their way to the station so be prepared." He groans internally at Risotto's words. Of course he has a mission today of all days. He begins to slip into his usual attire consisting of his chunky red sneakers, dark striped pants, long sleeved shirt, and gloves. Ghiaccio quickly pulls his glasses off his face and cleans off the face prints on the lenses from his slumber. He catches sight of the choker stuck around his neck again in the mirror, noting the small gold bell attached to the front. He taps it once and the bell makes a small jingle. He snorts. 'Didn't think it'd be big enough to make a sound..' The icy man tugs his shirt collar up and over the choker as much as he can in an attempt to hide it, thankful for his choice in fashion for once.
There's another knock at his door. "Ghiaccio? What's taking so long?" His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as he realizes how long he's taken to get dressed. "I uh couldn't find my glasses, Capo!" He hears a sigh from the other side of the door and knows just from the sound that his captain rolled his black and red eyes. "Whatever, just get out here and get going. The boss said you don't have much time." Ghiaccio makes sure he has everything he needs and leaves the base to track down Bucciarati's team.
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"You're cornered shithead!" Ghiaccio stands across from a bullet hole riddled Mista, White Album's powers pulling the temperature of the area around them to beyond freezing. He slowly retracts the white suit of his stand and smirks at the gunslinger on the ground before him. Mista stares up at him and slightly cocks his head to the side.
"You got a little something there-" He motions towards his neck and mocks the action of playing with something the way a cat would. Sure enough the bell and collar have wormed their way free from the confines of his shirt's collar. His face flushes and he growls at Mista. "Listen here bitch, I didn't put this shit on ok?!" His sudden movements cause the bell to jingle and the man on the ground can barely contain his laughter.
"Awww does the big bad assassin like pretending to be a cat~?"
The normally cool assassin turns the brightest shade of pink and he huffs. "Shut up shithead!" The pace of his breathing has picked up now that he's pissed off and that's when both men notice the slight glow coming off the bell on Ghiaccio's choker. "What in the fuck?" The next few moments are a blur and when the curly haired man starts to take in what's just happened he makes a shocking discovery.
He's dressed head to toe in some of the frilliest shit he's ever seen with thigh high stockings and knee length boots to match. Worst of all though, would have to be the sudden appearance of a set of icy blue cat ears atop his head and the slick blue tail swaying behind his back. He tugs on the ears and tail, attempting to remove whatever stupid head band and clip they're connected to and to his horror finds that both are attached directly to his body.
His new tail swings behind him angrily and his fluffy ears twitch. 'I fucking HATE ruffles' His new top has a small chibi cat cut out that shows off part of his chest and the outfit's matching skirt puffs out at his hips with large blue and pink ruffles. He grumbles to himself at the shortness of the skirt, still thankful for the small shorts that cling to his thighs beneath the fluffed up fabric. A small ice blue wand sits in his grasp. 'The hell-?' The gold bell on his neck jingles again. 'Ah that's right. This all started because of this piece of shit.' Movement out of the corner of his eye catches his attention. The hole filled gunslinger has sat up with his purple pistol pointed at Ghiaccio. "I don't know what you just did but it won't matter once I fill you with bullet holes!" Great, now he has to deal with whatever this is and fight a traitor. He sighs and charges at his enemy.
Today just really isn't Ghiaccio's day.