𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 - fugio fanfic

chapter eleven

//CW//
nsfw???? mostly just some nsfw thoughts at the end, not any actions-
and small mention of conversion therapy.

giorno giovanna;;

i finally arrived home. i turned and then pulled out my key and grabbed the bags from the backseat and exited the car.

before i turned the door handle, i took a small breath. i don't want pannacotta to see my worry or even hear about me, narancia, and mista's interaction.

i opened the door. "pannacotta! your clothes!" i yelled as i shut the door with my foot. i got no response.

i exhaled sharply out my nose and continued on to the kitchen and laid down the bags.

"pannacotta!" i yelled out, still no response. i pinched the bridge of my nose. goodness, he better be awake.

i walked over to my sink and opened the cabinets that were under it. i pulled out a spray bottle and filled it up with water.

i used to do this to my cats so they would learn to behave, well, until my father got rid of them.

once the bottle was filled, i began to quietly walk around the house. i knew he was asleep, so, why not play a small joke on him. ...and annoy him since he didn't listen.

i walk into the living room, quietly, only to see pannacotta sleeping on the loveseat, a small, quiet snore coming from him.

a part of me just wanted to put the spray bottle back and do the chores i asked him to do earlier and just let him sleep. he looked so peaceful, it felt like a sin if i were to wake him.

i shook my head. no, giorno! your house, your rules!

i then dramatically stomped over to him, i noticed his snoring ended and i see his eyes just barely open.

"hm?" he hummed, groggily.

"pannacotta, are your chores done?" i asked, he exhaled sharply and only groaned in response.

i sighed, "i didn't want to have to do this, pannacotta. but, you've left no choice." i say as i dramatically hold up the spray bottle and spray him in the face.

"ay!" he yelled as he wiped his face, his eyes beginning to open up a bit more.

i sprayed it again in his face, "motherfucker! ...you...fuckin....UGH." he muttered and then yelled again.

he sat up and looked at me, "what was that for, dick head!?" he angrily questioned.

"maybe you should've stayed awake." i quietly laughed.

"maybe you should kiss my ass!" he retorted.

"now, now, pannacotta. let's be nice." i replied.

"spraying me isn't very nice."

"it's nicer than kicking you out."

"fair enough, i guess."

"now, have you finished everything i asked you to do?" i asked, he groaned.

"i'll go do it right now, mom." he sneered.
i rolled my eyes playfully, "well, get that done and then you can look at the clothes i got you."

he gave me a thumbs up and sleepily walked upstairs.

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i was laying on the couch as pannacotta was trying his clothes on up stairs.

i flipped through the tv channels. finally, i found a good tv show that i could watch, say yes to the dress.

i happily sighed as i got comfortable. but then, of course, the home phone rang.