𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 - fugio fanfic

chapter fifteen

CW / TW; religious trauma (only a small bit-)

giorno giovanna;;

as soon as i knew pannacotta reached up stairs and couldn't hear me anymore, i sighed in relief.

lately, i've realized im falling back into... er, unclean urges. especially around pannacotta.

and to make sure i keep my mind away from those thoughts, i've began cooking and baking more. so i can focus on something rather than.. those thoughts.

suddenly, i realized i was still wearing sleep wear.. at almost 9 am! goodness, im slacking off, aren't i?

i ran upstairs and went to my room to change. i changed into a white coloured blouse, that was all ruffled up in the chest, and then put on some brown pants.

i looked into the mirror, that was on my little vanity, and examined my outfit.

i looked at my hair. my curls were a bit messy since i didn't put curlers in my hair like i should've last night, but, they weren't anything i couldn't quickly fix up.

i braided my hair and hummed to myself as i did so. once i finished with that, i grabbed a little comb and a few bobby pins that laid next to me, and fixed the small curls.

i finally finished my hair. i sighed in relief.

once i had finished everything, i had realized pannacotta was in my bathroom, which was right next to me.

i quickly stood up and rushed out of the room and downstairs, i don't need events from tomorrow to happen again.

i walk into the kitchen and take a breath, trying to calm myself down. as i do so, i notice a funny smell.

how humorous, it almost smells like something is burning.

i then remember,

"OH GRACIOUS, THE EGGS AND PANCAKES!" i screamed as i ran to the oven, finally noticing the smoke that covered the kitchen.

i turned off the burners on the stove and fire alarm went off. oh goodness, how could i be so irresponsible!?

i get a towel and run over to the fire alarm and try my best to get closer to the alarm and began waving the towel around to clear the smoke away from the alarm.

i then rushed over to a window in the kitchen and opened it up, hoping it could get more smoke out.

after a few minutes, the smoke dies down but the burnt smell is still strong. i walk over to the stove and look at the nearly black pancakes and eggs.

i exhaled sharply, "hmph, guess basic cereal will do this morning." i said to myself.

"jesus, it smells like hell in here. did you burn something?" i turned around to see pannacotta, back in his clothes but with mildly wet hair.

i widened my eyes slightly at his words. if i learned anything in therapy and church, it's to never say the lord's name in vein.

"don't say that." i retort.

he furrows his brows, "huh?"

"you said his name in vein. we're already sinners, no need to add on to the sin, hm?" i respond,

"uh, i dont follow-"

"we are sinful and must live in a constant state of penance and atonement to escape the ravages of hell and god's punishment."

there's a moment of silence before pannacotta clears his throat awkwardly,
"ahem, well, sorry. didnt mean to get all religious there...heh."

out of nowhere, i remembered the flyer i saw this morning for the fair.
"oh, well, to change the subject," i began, "i saw a flyer this morning for the state fair. it's in 2 days. i was wondering if you would want to go."