Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

You try to set up Abbacchio and Bucciarati

The day was a warm one. Probably one of the last warm days before autumn, and then winter. The sky was pretty, the grass was flowing, and the bugs were chittering. The sun was warm, and shined happily on Italy.

You were wearing black leggings with a gorgeous dress. It was cream colored and had a big pink bow wrapped around the waist. Flowers were painted on the cream, and the cream was cut diagonally, and revealed a beautiful cotton candy pink color. 

Currently, you were sitting in the turtle with Mista and Polnareff. Polnareff was babysitting you, but, he had fallen asleep on the couch considering the fact that you two were exhausting him. In the mean time, you two were chatting quietly by the table which was in the middle of the room.

"Hey Mista." You whispered.

"What?" He whispered back.

"How did the chicken cross the road?"

"How?" Mista had a smile on his face."

"He didn't, Benito Mussolini sniped him off the roof."

Mista had to cover his mouth as he fell over laughing on the floor. He looked like he was in pain. He couldn't breath; his face was red. You started to giggle, but you were giggling because Mista was dying. He eventually calmed it to a giggle, and then a smile. He sat up and went back to a crisscross position.

And then a thought came to you. You were embarrassed to ask it, but you wanted to know. Hopefully Mista would have an answer for you. 

"Hey, uhm, Mista?"

"Yeah?" He was probably expecting another joke. Ha, no. That wasn't the case.

"Uhm... Why does my daddy hang out with Bucciarati so much?"

"Uuuhhhhmmm..." Mista face turned a little pink as his mind drifted to the answer of why. He scratched his head and looked over at Polnareff, just to make sure he was asleep. He turned back towards your direction. Signaling with his hand for you to lean in, you did.

"Uhm...well, your dad, he, uh, well, at least I suspect-"

"Get to it already."

"Oi, alright, alright. He uhm, so, your dad probably likes Bucciarati, and that's why he hangs out with him so much.

"Oh, I already know that they're friends-"

"No, they probably, hm, love each other."

"O-oh, that's gay."

"Yeah, but ya know, who cares?"

"Yeah I suppose you're right."

A mischievous grin appeared on your face. You looked over at Mista, and he had the same look. You both nodded to each other, and started plotting out your plan.

"What if we both told them that the other wanted to go to dinner with them at 6:00 p.m.?" You asked.

"Yeah, that's definitely smart, but they are too...They'll know what's up..."

"Hmmmm, yeah you're right."

Mista's face lit up with an idea. He rubbed his hands together, and gave a smirk. "What if we talked to Giorno, and he sent everybody but you and me on a mission? That might give them some time alone if we're out of view..."

"I like it, let's do it." You both turned over to look at Polnareff, who was still sleeping. You both, very carefully and quietly, got out of the turtle. You were inside of Mista's quarters.

"It smells in here!" You gagged, quickly plugged your nose, and ran out of the room.

"It's not that bad..." Mista grumbled. The two of you snuck very carefully over Giorno's quarters. Narancia saw you two sneaking over there and walked up to you guys.