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"Let's head out!" Bruno told the team.

They all stood and headed to the door, as they all walked out everyone was waving and saying 'hello' to Bruno and calling him 'Mr. Bucciarati'.

They kept walking and Bruno turned his head towards the two old ladies and nodded. Y/N figured something was up and signaled Maurizio to catch on as well.

Maurizio looked around, keeping his eyes peeled for anything weird.

He was so fixed on the alleyways and corners, not worrying about what was in front of him. A stone sticking out from the rest on the road caused the pink-headed Italian to trip and bump into someone.

The said someone, turned and glared down at him through lavender eyes.

Maurizio nervously laughed, "I'm sorry, Abbacchio! My fault."

Abbacchio let out a 'Tch' in response and turned back around.

Maurizio practically dashed up to Y/N in embarrassment, catching his breath he placed his arm on Y/N's shoulder for support.

"Geez, what's up with him.." He mumbled, coming to a stop as he reached the dock area.

Y/N looked over to him with a questioning look, "Who?" They then paused and sighed. "Abbacchio right? He could be a jerk, don't mind him. He was like that with me as well."

They all arrive at the Yacht dealership.

" When did you get a Yacht?! Oh, it's just a rental." Narancia disappointedly walked into the store to buy food.

" You want anything, Maurizio? I could buy it for you." Y/N offered.

"Ah, sure!" Maurizio's eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of his favorite snack sitting on the rack, and followed you around the store not wanting you to spend a lot on him.

You and Narancia dumped the snacks onto the counter gleaming, ¨Old man! Ring me Up!" Narancia yelled quite loudly.

You split how much you would pay, grabbing the bag of snacks and heading back over to the rest of the team. Maurizio pulled out his chips but decided to wait until they were on the yacht.

It had been quite a few minutes since you guys had left the dock, Maurizio and Narancia both snacking on other sides of the yacht, one looking at the sky peacefully and the other bopping along to the music in his headphones in a sort of trance.

¨Hey, Narancia.¨ Mista called to the latter, ¨Hey!¨

¨Huh?¨

¨Well, it's just, you know... that...¨ Mista started, ¨Didn't you buy me some drinks? Could you sell me one?¨

¨What? You always say that, but never pay me back,¨

¨Come on, just give me o...¨

The last part fading as you walked away knowing the bickering was going to happen. The yelling and complaining of Narancia Ghirga had confirmed the thought.