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y/n, giorno, mista, and paola were all sitting in the living room looking through the information on passione members.

"this is so boring!" mista grumbled slamming the papers down.

"is this what y'allve done while everyone was gone?" Paola asked groaning.

"pretty much. we did go get breakfast and lunch." y/n remarked still studying the papers.

"really?! i could never." Mista said astonished, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

Giorno opened his mouth to say something but the front door burst open.

"we're back!" narachia shouted smiling brightly.

Fugo, narachia, and Vanda all walk through the front door.

"oh, your back." mistas muffled voice came from the kitchen. a muffin sticking out of his mouth as he popped his head out.

"yup, we took care of the people who were still selling. they won't be selling anymore." Vanda replied with an evil grin.

fugo waved but said nothing and went to his room, he looked to be tired.

though narachia looked like he was full of energy, you could tell he needed a nap.

"alright, you can report exactly what happened later. go take a break." Giorno tells him, keeping his eyes on the papers in front of him. narachia nodded and yawned.

you leaned farther back into the couch and yawned. you woke up earlier than you intended from the dream you had. seeing them tired made you even more tired.

giorno noticed your half lidded eyes. "you should go sleep too y/n, i got this covered." he told her slightly smiling.

"no, i can't leave you with all of this work." you said. if you were to leave right now you'd feel guilty later.

"i assure you it's fine." he insisted. 'it looks like she didn't sleep good last night. she deserves some rest.'

you waved him off and kept working. giorno just sighed and went back to looking through the papers. 'looks like she won't budge.'

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the front door opened to reveal Bucciarati, Lino, and abbacchio. in Linos arms was a girl with short purple hair. 'wilma!' you thought surprised.

you and Giorno stand up and rush over. "lets take her to the basement." giorno stated, leading them down a long set of stairs.

it takes a minute to walk down but soon enough you were all in the basement.

it was clean and had nothing but a chair tied to a metal pole in the middle. Lino walks over and sits the unconscious girl in the chair.

Bucciarati walks over and starts wrapping a rope around her.

"does she have a stand?" you ask walking closer to the girl.

"yes, but it's not suitable for fighting. it's a tracking stand." Bucciarati replied.

abbacchio stood there with his resting bitch face, not saying anything.

you nod and walk to stand beside Giorno. "alright, we need to take shifts on watching her. how long has she been unconscious?" Giorno inquired.

"only about 30 minutes, we immediately headed back after we got her. she didn't put up much of a fight, we asked her if she knew pier, she said no but she was lying." Bucciarati explained.

"alright, Abbacchio you watch her first." Giorno ordered. he scoffed but agreed nonetheless. everyone but abbacchio walked back up the stairs and into the living room.

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