Your Words Are Honey [Mista x Giorno] 🔫🐞

Proboscis

Bruno got everything ready for his departure in the morning. He was told to wait outside, and that's what he did. Giorno was unrested, nervous, but still as beautiful as ever. It was as if his body and appearance weren't told that it was five in the morning. Fugo had just arrived, settling beside him as he brushed his hair. Giorno noticed the faint blush, the perfume of the sheets hanging from his skin. He spent some time saying goodbye to Narancia. Giorno said nothing; jealousy was not going to be allowed into his heart again. At least until he was better.

"Do you have everything?"

Giorno nodded and moved to show two suitcases. Fugo raised an eyebrow.

"How long do you think you're gonna stay?"

"I don't know." Giorno mouthed but hid his train of thought. He was going to stay for a while, a week or two until his heart was at ease. Until he felt he wasn't going to collapse.

"I'm gonna keep you company, Giorno, I hope they let you know that."

Giorno nodded but he didn't comment, his smile saying it all. He had been sure Bruno was going to send someone with him and he was glad it was Fugo. Their conversations were always interesting and with the way the strawberry-blonde managed to understand him without saying a thing, it was going to be a very pleasant stay. As pleasant as it could be.

"Are you gonna be fine with me?"

"Yes."

"I hope you're not just saying that."

Giorno was the one who was worried about this trip. Judging by the number of things Fugo packed, he wasn't expecting to come back in a few days. Narancia was going to miss him, and he wasn't sure that they could handle being apart for so long. Of course, they always managed, but Giorno still felt like he was taking something away from The Eyes. He shrugged, asking the Heavens for some forgiveness. But they didn't oblige and instead he was distracted with an active Fugo, who grabbed his luggage almost immediately at the sight of a car.

"That must be it."

It wasn't big or flaunting, perfect to drive the heir in. As soon as it stopped, the driver got out and walked towards them. He was a blonde guy with an eyepatch and a smile that didn't belong on his face but he had the disposition of a friend; he even walked like one, hands on the side of his body, open. Giorno didn't think much about it because he knew this man but, to be fair, he knew everyone who worked directly under Bruno after all.

"Good morning, signore." The man got close enough for them to notice his boots. Was he wearing Chanel? "My name is Stracciatella Belluci. I'll be your driver today."

"Nice to meet you." Fugo offered him his hand. The driver took it almost immediately. Too eager.

"I was told that someone else was going to come as well. Signore Pannacota, was it?"

"Yes." Fugo smiled. Giorno could see that he was pleased with the way the guy was talking to him. "I was requested to do so."

"Well, the more the merrier." Stracciatella kneeled down, his blonde hair falling in streaks in front of his face. As he grabbed the luggage, he stared at Giorno. His only eye, blue and wild grabbed his attention. Giorno wasn't able to do anything before Stracciatella got up with the luggage on his hands already, and a smile that held the secrecy of a priest after confession.

"I was briefed about the situation. Don't worry about a thing." He winked at Giorno, immediately getting a look from the heir. It was well-intended, but still sudden. Giorno crossed his arms and started to walk towards the car, ignoring the way Fugo looked at him, confused. Even though he knew the people who worked directly under the Boss would never even dare to mock him, Giorno felt sudden shame, a cold shower full of it. He wanted to bite back, but his irritability could be due to the fact that he was leaving. Who knows for how long.