Hello, welcome to McDonald's || MisGio

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"You hit a kid with your car and all he asked for is McDonald's? Giorno with wide eyes, whispered scream, he was caught off guard, and choked on his sprite.

Their coworkers look at them, the two waved them off and carried on with their conversation.

"I was asking him what I can do to make up for it okay? And he said he just wanted McDonald's . . ." the light blonde was laughing silently, finding the situation funny, it was mean to laugh at it but he had questionable humor.

"You're lucky you stopped immediately, or else you're fucked." Giorno joked, swinging his fork with a fry impaled to it.

"You're not helping Gio come one, and it was his fault anyways, he just crossed without looking." Fugo huffed out, arms crossed as he slumped down his chair.

"And you're gonna tell that to the court? 'He crossed without looking your honor, it wasnt my fault!' please! It sounds so stupid and you're not gonna win." Giorno said before eating his impaled fry before impaling another one.

"We're going to court?"

"Unless you get him McDonald's, you're going." Giorno shrugged.

"I hate you so much." Fugo lightly cried, covering his face in his slumped position.

He stayed in that position for a while, gathering his thoughts while Giorno sipped his only-ice-left cup, loud slurping noises surrounded both of them.

"Oh my God that's annoying." Fugo chuckled as he pulled himself up, picking up a nugget and tossed it in his mouth.

"You look annoying." the light blonde rolled his eyes playfully.

A few more minutes of chatting before they cleaned up, going back to work.

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Another Wednesday passed, as they finished the last work they have, everyone said their goodbyes, including Giorno and Fugo.

"You should message him soon, poor boy just wants his McDonald's." the blonde chuckled, leaning over his car.

"Oh shut up, I'm busy and you know that, plus I'm sure he can wait, I'll contact him don't worry." Fugo sighed and combed his hair back, his forehead feeling the night wind breeze.

"Mhmm you're choice, just make sure not to make him wait for too long."

"Of course, I'll get going now Gio, good night." Fugo waved and smiled before running to the driver's side.

Giorno didn't reply, but instead got in his car and honked at his friend, who honked back and drove away first.

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Fugo stared at his ceiling, phone on his stomach, contemplating if he should message the other boy or not.

I'm busy, I'm sure he is too, and we have a lot of time, so why think about this now? Fugo was almost gonna agree to himself before Giorno's words echoed in his head.

just make sure not to make him wait for too long.

It hasn't even been 3 days since that incident.

give 2 or more days. He was now fighting with his self.

He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, tapping on his contacts and searched for Narancia's profile.

Ghirga

hey, u free tom?
✔️ 22:12

:whos this? whos tom?
howd u get my number?
✔️ 22:13

Oh right.

im sorry, this is fugo
btw, and tom=tomorrow
seen 22:15

Fugo sighed, setting his phone on his stomach again.

After a few seconds, his phone buzzed

Ghirga

:oops sorry, hey
there fugo!
✔️ 22:18

its alr, i prob scared
you.
✔️ 22:18

:not rlly! so,
whats up?
seen 22:20

It was rude to leave the guy on read, but Fugo had to take a breather

:hello? u ther?
✔️ 22:24

yes im here,
sorry bout that.
✔️ 22:25

i was wondering if
youre free? ur
mcdonalds and all
yknow.
✔️ 22:26

:oh yes ofc! lunch
tmorow can work!
✔️ 22:27

awesome, mcdonalds a
few blocks down the uni?
✔️ 22:28

: perfect! i study there
✔️ 22:28

great, see u then.
✔️ 22:30

:

see u!
seen 22:30

The blonde was thankful the conversation ended, he didn't even bother replying to the last message, as if there's something to reply to that anyway.

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