Ask me /Leone Abbacchio + Some of Bucciarati's team/

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Asked by weeashitboo: "abba, out of all la squadra members who would you be friends with? who would you hate?"

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*Leone sat at his usual spot at the table along with the others, and placed his face in the palm of his hand.*

Leone: First off, 'Abba'...?

Narancia: Yeah, short for Abbacchio! Abba!

*Leone rolls his eyes, using his free hand to trace circles on the table.*

Leone: ... Hmph.

*Narancia toothily grinned, poking Leone's shoulder.*

Narancia: You know like... Bacchi!

*Leone blushed and Mista joined in on the teasing, tilting the fork he currently had in hand and smiling deviously.*

Mista: Or ChioChio!

*Bruno grinned from next to Leone while the white-haired male looked away.*

Bruno: I like Leo~!

*Trish smirked slightly, readjusting her top slightly.*

Trish: But what about BaBa?

*Leone basically shut down at all the attention being put on him. Fugo came in clutch though.*

Fugo: Are you going to answer the original question?

Giorno: Oh yeah, about La Squadra!

Leone: Those goons? Who would I be friends with...? *He actually thought it over for a moment and Narancia used it as his chance to lean across the table and steal a fork-full of Leone's cake slice.*

Bruno: Narancia, manners! If you wanted cake, you need to get your own slice!

*Leone huffed and rolled his eyes.*

Leone: I guess to answer your question, I think I could get along with Prosciutto. He seems like he uses his brain, and he's not overly cocky like that damned Illuso.

Giorno: I think your just salty that he made you chop off your hand.

*Leone furrowed his eyebrows, rolling up his sleeve to show the scar left from the incident.*

Leone: Of course I am! That shit hurt!

Mista: Guess what? That is the least of the shit storm! Ghiaccio made me shoot myself  like 6 times, Bruno had to zip his heart in half, and Narancia was almost crushed and digested!

*Fugo looked over and sucked in his lips, raising both eyebrows.*

Fugo: Yeah he has a point...

*Leone's face turned red and he frowned.*

Leone: Fugo, you barely even got hurt! You got beat up, and what?

Trish: BaBa~ Calm down, it's not that serious.

*Leone huffed and rolled his eyes, pulling back down his sleeve.*

Leone: To continue what I was saying, either Prosciutto or Risotto, those two are the only ones that aren't fucking idiots, weak, or way to confident. 

Fugo: Actually, I have to agree with that..

Mista: I dunno, Formaggio seemed kinda cool.

Narancia: 'Cool' my ass! Do you have any idea how many of my bones he fucking broke?!

Bruno: Narancia, you only broke your pinky, you were just fine other than a few gashes.

*Narancia pouted and Giorno gave him a small smile.*

Giorno: If it makes you feel any better, at least you didn't get any scars!

*Narancia perked up and Leone simply rolled his eyes.*

Fugo: Yeah but I'm over here with like fifteen..

*Leone narrowed his eyes while the rest of the team continued to bicker in the background.*

Leone: Ahem, Well, I hope that answered your question

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456 words! This isn't the best, but I hope you enjoy~ Again, sorry for the long delay!