Narancia struggled to hold in a laugh while Mista was still standing there at a loss, Fugo, and Giorno? Angry and civilized? It's a strange pair to be honest.
"Besides, I didn't say I LIKED him, I said I THINK I liked him." Fugo growled in his own defence, and a mix of embarrassment and anger wasn't a good feeling, like at all. Especially in Fugos case.
"HAHAHHA ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HAHA, YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE A CHANCE GIORNO IS LIKE A DIETY!" Narancia held his stomach as he cackled uncontrollably, falling to the ground and slamming his fist againts the cold floor.
Fugos face turned red, weither it'd be of embarrassment or anger, he was basically a tomato now. "Will you can it!? Yeah I know, I can't control my own emotions, but that doesn't mean I can't score one with him..." His voice became quieter as the sentence went on, even he would admit that his words were becoming more and more surreal.
"Look dude, I don't know if this is some sort of joke or something, but PLEASE don't lash out on him-" Mista begged, only to be cut off by Fugos engraged insults and screaming.
"Are you fucking STUPID? WHY WOULD I DO THAT?! DO YOU THINK IM EVIL OR SOMETHING?! WHY WOULD I HURT THE ONE I LOVE!?" He gritted his teeth, and Mista recoiled as a result. A small tear in his eyes if you blink.
"Damn! So much for supportive friends..." _____
Part 1/? Idk I don't do math.
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