Guido Mista x Reader

This Man Is...

You don't even think twice about it. You've only just met Narancia, but you're already ready to throw down for him. But before you can take a swing at the tall man holding him captive, Mista fortunately stops you in time.

"Whoa, whoa! It's ok, (YOUR NAME)! We know this guy! This is Abbachio! He's a friend!"

You lower your fist as Mista wraps his arms around you protective, but you've yet to back down. The man dressed in dark clothing glowers down at you, then glances to Mista. He smirks at a thought to himself and finally lets Narancia go.

"Bucciarati said you were here." Abbachio seems to be a man of few words. And he has a hard stare that you can't help but feel intimidated from. You take a step back and lean against Mista for safety.

"Yeah. Big coincidence, huh? Anyway, Abbachio, this is my (boyfriend/girlfriend/significant otter) (YOUR NAME), and (YOUR NAME) this is Abbachio. He may seem like a bad guy, but he's just the grumpy old man type." Mista jokes, which earns him a stare from Abbachio, and Narancia bursts out in laughter agreeing.

"He so is! Abbachio is definitely the type of old man that would just sit on his porch all day complaining about kids playing on his lawn! Or babbling on about how much better the old days were!"

The joke goes even farther when Mista adds, "He already complains when you play your music too loud! I'd say he's not far off from that yet!" Now Mista is howling in laughter along with his friend, and you find it to be too contagious not to join in. The only one not laughing is Abbachio. The jokes don't even seem to faze him. Perhaps he was used to these kinds of antics...

"All of you, shut up," he orders. The laughter reluctantly dies down. "You do remember why we're here, don't you?" He's talking to Narancia now. "We're on a job and you're supposed to be on lookout with me. But where do I find you? All the way over here goofing around with Mista and his date." He shoots a quick and stern look your way, as if it's somehow also your fault.

"I aaaaaaaam on lookout!" Narancia pouts and protests in return. "If there weren't so many people, I would have been able to find him already with Aerosmith, but this place is too packed! It's impossible to track him down either way!"

Before you get the chance to ask who or what an Aerosmith is, or even who exactly they were looking for, Mista butts in. "Anyway, guys, we were just about to get lunch, and I'm getting really hungry, so..."

"Lunch? Ohh, that sounds great! Hey, Abbachio, let's take a break and eat something!" Narancia pleads.

"Narancia, really? Did you not hear what I just said? If Bucciarati knew you were slacking off so much-" the rest of the conversation drifts away as Mista takes the opportunity to sneak away from the both of them, taking you along with him of course.

"If we're lucky they won't notice." Mista whispers in your ear and you both laugh silently. It was nice to know that your boyfriend's friends were so lively in their own ways.