Giorno and Abbacchio have not been too close to each other, therefore not being friends.
But One Day, that all changed.. due to Abbacchio's questionable behavior.
"Mmmmm.." Abbacchio making a lewd sound, Giorno lost his socks taking off his shoes. Giorno's shoes were on the floor waiting to be put on, Abbacchio was intrigued. Abba was right around the corner peeking into Giorno's dimmed room.. across the darkened hallway. In fact, the other gang members left... Bucciarati wanted Abbacchio to get along with Giorno. Things escalated quickly now that things turned into a softened erected eggplant.
"Giorno..?" Abbacchio began, Giorno turned around to see the man that did serve him fresh piss. Giorno's green eyes lit up making Abbacchio redden and something grow from his pants. Giorno didn't see. Thank, Dio. What a relief!
"Ah.. Abbacchio! Hi..! You sound.. different.. today.." Giorno shyly said, making him tilt his head down. Giorno knew what was next. A 'I hate you, Giorno!' Giorno was more than ready.. the insult was on the tip of Abbacchio's mouth.. ready to be said directly at the boy he hates. But..
"Giorno.." Abbacchio whispered, kneeling down to Giorno's height. "Giorno.. I'm sorry for me being mean to you, I was rather, a dickhead." Abbacchio said, something lifting from his crotch, unseen, Giorno's face reddened. "Abbacchio! Thank you.." "Giorno. Your feet.." Giorno looked down to his feet, bare, out in the open. "Oh! Right! Sorry! I couldn't find my socks, ugh.. I hate when that happens. B-But.. you don't have to help, Abbacchio!" Giorno said, smiling to avoid the awkward silence. Abbacchio touched Giorno's feet, Giorno was surprised and reddened.
"Ahhh!! Abbacchio!" Giorno yelped. Abbacchio grabs a feather from his pocket from the bird he just previously killed. "Tickle, Tickle, Giorno! Mmm~ I love it when you curl your toes!~" Abbacchio moaned. Giorno reddened being complimented by Abbacchio, Giorno.. Giorno was relieved! "Abbacchio.. harder! Daddy Abba!" Giorno demanded. Abbacchio slapped Giorno's cheek, "You piece of shit! Don't rush me.. Dick-Cheese! I'm not done full filling my needs, you sack of crusted musty dusted penis!" Abbacchio yelled. Giorno reddened he loved when Abbacchio would yell at him, and insult him. As much as compliments excited Giorno.. he'd be in for a treat!
Giorno tugged on Abbacchio's bulge, Abbacchio scooted back. "Giorno. Stop." Abbacchio said, serious tone. "No! Daddy-Abba! I need you! All of you! Fill me too! Fill me with your everything!" "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU ARE THE EQUIVALENT OF SOGGY MOLDED BOOBS!" Giorno was surprised by the noise and came even closer. "Fuck women! I need you, Abbacchio!" Trish Una entered. "Wha-What's happening.. here?" "Shut the fuck up, woman! The men are talking here!" Giorno shouted. "Oh-uh. I'm sorry Giorno.." Trish immediately exited. "Please fucking stop, Giorno. I used Moody Burues to touch your fucking feet, I'm sanitizing." "Abbacchio, let me lick your tip." "What the fuck is wrong with you Giorno. Leave me alone." "No." "GIORNO, GET BACK! I FUCKING SWEAR TOUCH ME WE ARE BOTH GOING KABOOM."
Abbacchio died that day. Rest In Peace, Leone Abbacchio.
