Clint Eastwood

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I'm happy, feeling glad

I've got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless, but not for long

The future is coming on


Fugo stands at the balcony of the ocean waters of Italy, his orange-blonde hair gently blowing from the breeze. He studies the small waves that rose from the large body of water. Up, and then crashing down. In a loop.

"I wonder how Passione is doing. I heard Giorno is now the mafia boss." Fugo thought, readjusting his position against the balcony's railing. "Did Bucciarati retire?"

The hole-clothed boy glances at his strawberry tie. "Especially Narancia. I haven't heard from him in so long." Fugo thought. "Perhaps... he went back to school? I hope he did, I hated being his tutor." 

He sighs quietly. "I still haven't fully apologized for stabbing him with a fork."

An awkward silence filled his mind, making him shiver although it was warm. "Perhaps I should visit Giorno to ask where that little orange kid is," the violet-eyed boy said out loud.

"You should. He's bored at the moment."

"WHAT THE-", Fugo jumps back at the figure beside him, shaking in fear. "WHO ARE Y-"

Oh. Oh...

Mista laughs. "Long time no see, cheese-boy," he readjusted his hat and grinned. "GioGio-I mean-the boss would love to see you sometime soon."

"God. Don't scare me like that," Fugo responds, crossing his arms and looking away.

The smelly teen leaned on the balcony's railing. "I do what I want, I'm older than you."

"You're eighteen," Fugo responds.

"And you're seventeen," Mista argues.

"With the maturity of a seven-year-old."

Mista gasps dramatically. "Don't insult me like that! Jeez, you're so cruel."

Fugo sighs.

Awkward silence begins to rise between the two boys. Both of them didn't really know what to say after that small cat-fight they had. After a while, Mista inhales.

"Anyways, I'll tell Gior-THE BOSS that you're coming soon. What time?"

"Today."

"Today? Wh-"

"Right now"

Fugo walks away, determined to meet up with Giorno for the first time in a while.

"Hey-Hey, wait up!!!", Mista yells, running to catch up with the hole-clothed teen.

"I'm finding Narancia."

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