'I wonder if Giorno would give up if he saw no other way out of a situation.'
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Before you knew it, Abbacchio had slowly turned back to normal, inflating like a balloon which reminded you from how they deflated before.
Bucciarati quickly ran to Abbachio's side, while he was still regaining consciousness.
He grunted as he sat up. "We you guys solved it didn't you," he smiled at the two of you.
"Yeah, we did!" You gave him a thumbs up smiling back. A moment of peace and silence was shared before everyone else woke up and started to climb back on the main part of the ship.
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"Ow!" Narancia yelped as Fugo pressed on his skull.
"Give it to me straight Fugo, how does it look?"
Fugo put his hand up to his chin making an "L" shape.
"Well to be blunt, he did a number on you," he continued to inspect Narancia as Narancia continued to yelp even more.
"Ow! Shit, I asked you to take a look at it, not make it more excruciating!" The two started arguing again and you laughed looking at them squabble like kids.
Narancia looked like he had enough because as soon as you were done laughing, he kicked the enemy's body in frustration.
"So you were the one who gave me this bad injury on my noggin? Well screw you bastardo! It's only right that I make you suffer aswell idiot!"
Narancia,Fugo, and Abbacchio kicked the man's lifeless body over and over again until they were satisfied.
Narancia called out to you, "Yo (y/n), you wanna come over here and show this dude what he deserves?"
You were worn out from the fight and you were crazy tired. You put a hand up. "Nah I'm good, I said all I wanted to say to him anyways." You bit your cheek again thinking about all the things he said to you about being a woman in the passione. A shiver went down your spine.
Giorno started speaking again, so you put your attention on him.
'For some reason, I always want to hear and listen to him speak when he's around,' 'whats happening to me?'
"Hey look he dropped something," Giorno picked up an object. "It seems to be a wallet. Mario Zucchero." He read out loud. "It seems to be that he's orginally a gangster from Rome, huh..."
You perked up. "Oh, you found his ID card?" Let me see. Giorno nodded and passed you the Card. He also took this as the opportunity to sit by you and talk.
Mista walked up to the enemy and loomed over him. He had a string and glasses in his hands. You watched Mista, curious of what he was going to do. It was only your first week, so you were still getting used to the norms and culture of being in the familia. You looked at Giorno. A look of confusion was written on his face as he stared at Mista.
'he has no idea what's going to happen either' You giggled at how cute he looked while looking at Mista then continued to watch what was happening in front of you.
"What's that on your face?" Mista sneered. "Garbage, or seaweed? Who cares anyways. It would actually make me sad if it's garbage, because that would mean the ocean would be polluted. Can I take a closer look pretty please?" Mista was obviously making a joke out of the situation and you were attempting to push the giggle in your throat down.
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a golden experience with you ⋆⭒˚.⋆
FanfictionA new member of the Passione walks in, enchanting you with his golden hair and beautiful personality. And just like that, you're intrigued by him. Who knew that he would change your life, and was it even for the better? ──────── ────୨ৎ──── ───── ⋆.˚...
