𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓 𝕷𝖆 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆 | Prosciutto X Fem!Reader

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Prosciutto watched Melone mindlessly swish his fingers through a few stars surrounding Lady's head, the blondes fair face twisted into disdain. Formaggio was playing with his own little ball of light, watching it lightly bounce between his palms with the most amused expression.

Ghiaccio was enjoying himself, too; Though it was more like he was studying the glowing compound than actually playing with it.

This is exactly why Prosciutto was in such a sour mood. 

Everyone seemed to be far too friendly with her, too relaxed, too comfortable. Just a day ago they had all agreed to be cautious of the woman, and yet here they are, impersonating amnesiacs and forgetting all about the rules set in place.

"Hey, Lady, did you really sit in that spot all night?" It was a struggle to speak to her without wanting to raise his voice, but he managed. After all, it's not her fault his teammates were idiots and couldn't follow simple instructions to stay away.

"Of course! Isn't that what you asked me to do?" She replied with that stupid, innocent grin.

"I meant to not leave this area! God, you're fucking dumb.."

Lady's head dipped somewhat sadly, mouth puckering into a little pout as her shoulders slumped from his comment, hands fiddling with each other in a cloddish manner.

Melones head picked up from where it rested on Lady's thigh, body readjusting so he sat upright, but could still play with her hair. "Don't mind Prosciutto, he's an ass to everyone."

Funny enough, he waited until the man in question was out of earshot before making such a claim.

"Don't be mean! He's just very stressed and feels like he can't talk to anyone." Her words did nothing but leave more questions than answers, Melones face scrunching up into a perplexed expression as he began to braid her hair. 

"Nah, he knows he can talk to any of us..."

"That's not what he told me."

"You just met him, what could you possibly know about him on that level?"

"Silly man-thing, we talk all the time!" She chirped, a giggle threaded into her voice. "At least, we did before he randomly stopped. That's why I came to check on him."

"Hm? Does this mean you've both met before somewhere? Are you an old girlfriend? a friend from college? or maybe..." Melone stopped himself, picking up on the fact that Lady didn't understand what either of those things were.

Her head fell back to face the dull ceiling, mesmerizing eyes drowned in color not focusing on anything in particular. "Say, what do you call that thing in the sky?"

"What do you mean? There are many things up there, like birds, clouds, the sun..." His hands adjusted accordingly, having yet to give up on playing with her hair. 

"The thing, it's big and bright and sometimes near or far depending on the date, what is it called? It's never around the sun, and is sometimes depicted as a crescent--"

"Oh, you mean the moon!" Formaggio chimed in, bouncing the star on the tip of his finger. 

Lady's head snapped forward to smile at him brightly, a sense of excitement evident on her features as she peered over melone to stare at him. "Yes, that! I'm the moon!"

Formaggio laughed at the insinuation, his chuckles dying down to silence when he saw her serious expression. "C'mon, we figured you hit your head or something, but now I'm thinking you just have a serious mental case."