PSEUMINO, VENTO AUREO.

✦.⁺ relegate.

═ ☆. HOW EXCITING IS THIS? WE'RE all finally in the same room."

One other grin, a few grimaces, two dark scowls and an empty-eyed stare met Trish's smile.

You were sitting between Narancia and Fugo, with Bruno and Giorno opposite you on the arm of Mista's chair. Abbacchio had claimed an armchair, Trish had taken a divan, and Risotto was sitting backwards in a wooden-backed chair stolen from the kitchen.

With everyone in Bruno's living room, you were just now realizing how different everyone was from each other. All of your missions (if you could call them that) had been with one or two other people at most. What would the dynamic be if they all worked together? Going on a mission seemed like a stretch when the room was already palpably tense. It felt like a powder keg was about to go off.

"Do we all know each other's names?" Trish, for some reason, was being cheery to the point of annoying. You couldn't tell if she was genuinely being kind or if she was trying to disarm everyone.

"Do you want us to go around in a circle?" Mista asked. His knee hadn't stopped bouncing since the meeting began.

"If you don't know somebody's name, you can just point," Abbacchio said.

Narancia immediately stuck his finger in Abbacchio's direction. Predictably, Fugo shoved Narancia's hand down, looking like his cousin had embarrassed him at the family get-together.

"Why don't we just get on with it?" Giorno said. "We're here to catch everyone up to speed on the progress of our ... Stand group. Starting with Scolippi."

Abbacchio snorted. "You really are the leader of this little shindig. I thought you were joking."

Giorno paused mid-sentence, side-eyeing Abbacchio. It was impressive how much Abbacchio got under Giorno's skin. There didn't seem to be anyone else who could get past the unflappable facade.

"Why would I be joking?"

"It's a gang made up of supernatural abilities. Sounds like a punchline, doesn't it?"

"Spoken as if you don't have a Stand yourself. You're welcome to leave."

"I won't. I have my reasons to be here."

"So do I, which is why I would appreciate it if you didn't interrupt."

A mocking smirk twisted Abbacchio's lips as he leaned back in his armchair. Giorno picked up where he'd left off as though the conversation had never happened. Narancia caught your eye, the party and the piss cup no doubt also at the forefront of his eye. He laughed into his fist, only half successful in disguising it as a cough.

Giorno took a drink of water as Mista picked up the conversation about Scolippi. Just one look at Abbacchio and you knew what would go down next.

"Enjoying your drink?"

Giorno forcefully finished off the water. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Abbacchio looked almost gleeful. The expression was terrifying on his normally stony face. "Oh, nothing. It's just that I was wondering if you enjoy the water as much as you enjoyed that piss at the party?"

The room went dead silent. Narancia was chomping down on his lip to keep from laughing; Fugo and Mista were mystified; Bruno was looking intently down at his shoes; and Risotto's eyebrows had disappeared into his beanie. You managed to catch Trish's eye, and the two of you looked anxiously between Abbacchio and Giorno, one incredibly smug and the other carefully blank.

"You want to know if I actually drank the piss, is that right?" Giorno asked.

"You drank what?!" Mista squawked.