[Warning: Self-harm]
"My name is [y/n] [l/n]," You bowed, "I'll be joining Bucciarati's team from now on by Polpo's order. Nice to meet everyone."
After you bowed you raise yourself to smile at Bucciarati's team. Giving them your default smile, the polite one. Your left hand holding your right hand in front of your stomach.
"You guys heard her," Bucciarati said, "She's one of us now so please treat her kindly."
A man with a hat covering his hair stood up approaching you, like a thug he would look at you from head to toe, "You're the famous Polpo's assassin [y/n]?"
"Yes," You nodded, "I always work alone for a year as an assassin for Polpo and I would meet Bucciarati from time to time."
"Cool," He said, stroking his chin before offering you his hand, "I'm Mista, Guido Mista the great gunslinger."
You smiled again, accepting his hand, "Nice to meet you, Mista. I heard from Bucciarati, I would like to see your skill on a mission later."
"Of course," Mista exclaimed proudly.
"Why would Polpo made you join us now?" A man with long silver hair scoffed at you, "Are you in a mission to spy on us or something?"
"Abbacchio, you're being rude," Bucciarati glared at Abbacchio, "Please ignore him, [y/n]."
You lifted your shoulders, "It's okay, I heard that a lot."
"Just because Polpo sent you here doesn't mean I trust you," Abbacchio putting back his headphone.
"I'll keep that in mind, sir," You bowed a little at him.
"Hey, hey, are you always like that?" A black-haired boy with an orange bandana called you from his chair.
"What do you mean?" You tilted your head in confusion.
"Narancia, don't ask her weird question like that," Bucciarati sighed then looking at you, "I am sorry but I have a meeting right now. If you don't like them you can keep quiet, okay? Your room is upstairs on the right in the very end."
"Thank you, Bucciarati," You bowed again, Bucciarati pat your shoulder before he leaves.
Narancia, the black-haired boy decided to approach you, "You don't wanna answer me, huh? You newbie."
"Not at all," You shook your head, "This is how I normally act."
"Weird," Narancia commented.
You chuckled a little, but your position stays still, "Heard that one, too."
"How about your stand? Oh, come and sit," Mista offered you a chair beside him, the chair beside Narancia's as well.
You took his offer to sit down. You sit perfectly with hands below the table. There is another man sitting in front of you. He was looking at you earlier when you introduced yourself but now he's reading a book.
"Live & Let Die is my stand's name," You called out a small humanoid looks almost like you, it's floating around you with strings attached on its limb to your right-hand fingers, "It could possessing someone or five maximum that I can see within ten meters. I can move them freely as I like. Even made them telling the truth."
Narancia made a surprised face, "Woah, isn't that cool? Controlling someone must be easy to do the job.
"You could say that,"
"You stand is like a doll, just like you, your dress is fairly unique," Mista commented, "Not as weird as Fugo right here though."
The man in front of you glared at Mista immediately, "What did you say, you little fucking shit?"
