Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

Jailbreak Pt.2

Hopefully I can tide you all over with this! 

Bucciarati sat in a mundane silence, the plate of eggs and bacon in front of him still left untouched. You sat next to him, stretching an arm around him. A kiss on his cheek drew his hand to hold yours, and a small tear to slip from his eye. 

"I promise we're going to get him back. Giorno's on his way to pick Jolyne up right now, okay? You're a tough cookie, mom. You got this." You snuck a piece of bacon from his plate and took a bite as (m/p/n) jumped onto the couch and slathered Bruno with wet licks. Arousing from him was a quiet chuckle as he stroked the joyous thing's head, making sure to scratch behind his ears.

A knock at the door provided the energy for Bucciarati to stand up. It opened, and there she stood. Jolyne Cujoh. Or, now at least Jolyne Anasui. It took more than a dolphin to pull that one off. 

"Jolyne!" You launched yourself at her as the precursor of an embrace. Giorno sighed, and redid the doughnuts in his hair with his trusty golden fork which he kept in his pocket at all time. You had never seen him with a closed shirt before...What was going on?

"(Y/n), we better get a move on. The boys are all rounded up." Giorno kept his hands  Rhine his back. 

"I concur!" You declared in a loud British accent. 

The car was awfully cramped especially with the seating arrangements. Mista had insisted he would sit with Jolyne, and he fancied hearing all of her stories. Trish only wore a displeased face as she ate some of the cold McDonald's fried that were lurking in a fry holder on the ground. Fugo looked exhausted, but in a pretty bad sort of way. Perhaps he had died and joined Polnareff in the turtle, leaving behind his hollow shell of a corpse to tag along. Though, his corpse still had the life to slap Narancia after he slugged Bucciarati in the arm because of a passing Bug (car). Giorno parked the car in the woods, right outside the prison. He turned and slid down the sexy shades on his gorgeous face.

"Here's the plan-,"

You butted in, "Narancia, Fugo, you guys go for a visit and see if they'll let you talk to Dad. Bring back any information you can of where he could be. Mama Bruno and I will eavesdrop on guards in the prison, possibly follow them if time grants us the opportunity. Mista, Diavolo, take this..." You pulled one of Abbacchio's lipsticks from under your purple hat thing. "Use (M/p/n) to sniff out a possible location using this as the origin scent. Giorno, you'll be in charge of interrogating police officers. They couldn't stop the drug trade, and they couldn't stop the mafia. They still can't. Trish, you will go with Jolyne. Just do what she says. She knows what to do." There was hesitation. "What are you waiting for? Get your asses out of this car and save my father!" 

"Go get em, (Y/n)!" Jolyne ruffled your hair as she opened the door to the car.

The crew shuffled to exit the vehicle, and before you could set a foot outside, Giorno pressed the button that closes the door automatically. It took ten seconds for the door to shut, and that time period brought awkward stares.

"I admit...I thought that would go faster. But that's not the point. You-,"

"I what? You're the boss, so you should give the orders? I'm inexperienced, and should leave it to a professional? I'm sick of it, Giorno. It's my turn to lead the crew." You struck a snarl at him, and pressed the "door open" button. Giorno just pressed the button again and it closed.

"Listen, (Y/n), that's not what I was going to say." He winced and turned away for a moment.

"Then what was it?" You felt tears well up, though the cause of the, was unknown. He turned around.