mista woke up like a normal fucking person and tied his hair into a messy bun anf looked into tje mirror at his BLACK ORB EYEBALLS before running downsgairs. bruno and abbacchio were already at the table drinking piss probably. there was a prompt knocking sound on tje door. bruno looked up and fucking threw his cup of goth boy piss on the floor to answer the door.
"what the fuck did you crusty bitches do?" mista squinted at the door but brunos fatass was blocking the way so he couldn't see jack shit
"we sold you, the fuck does it look" like" abbacchio replied without breaking eye contact with his reflection in the dehydrated orange piss
"Isn't that illegal"
"well either you stay or sell you and fugo so we have enough money to send narancia to elementary school. education isn't cheap you twat"
Fucking narancia. that dumbass won't stand a chance out there. mista glared at abbacchio for like a solid 3 seconds before being called over by bruno. mista was fucking pissed at this point, even more pissed than those teacups. he stomped up to the door in his shit green Chanel boots to face whoever bought him from the bucci gang. he was even more pissed to find out it was just giorno and not one direction or tony stark or whatever. He crossed his arms and stared at digiorno pan pizza. bruno dropkicked mista out of the house and slammed the door. the click of the lock was audible from the other side.
mista dragged himself out of the dirt and back on his feet. how the fuck was giorno even able to afford a living human being? giorno turned and signaled mista to follow so they could walk back to dorms or wherever the fuck he lived because i barely remember what happened in golden wind. he did follow but was still a little pissed off that he was sold.
"will you stop being mad if we go to burger king and get some chicken fries?"
"theres no burger king in italy you tard"
The ground beneath them began shaking. the universe was rewriting itself. a burger king sprouted a little ways down the street. giorno pointed at the building as if mista was a blind elderly person.
"now there is. come on, let's go before i check your vibe"
giorno grabbed mistas sweaty hands and guided him to the burger king. mista didn't like sharing his sweat but he didn't really care. free chicken fries, at least.
