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“Should we list off our kinks first?” Giorno asks, his voice unashamed and bold about it.
Fugo grimaces, “Giogio, don’t scare him.”
“Oh, then should we start with our insecurities, anxieties and triggers first?”
Fugo faces Mista with a smile that’s about to break if Giorno acts up more than he is already, then Fugo forces the words out of his mouth, “Don’t mind him. He’s nicer when the sun’s up. You know he’s a bio major, right? He acts like a fucking plant, blooming when the sun’s up, and then this asshole at night.”
Mista laughs, and harder when Giorno sharpened his stare at Fugo but it didn’t even faze him. The older of the couple continues to explain, “I think he’s his sweet dad in the morning and then his moody, vampiric father at night.”
Mista thinks he’s gotten himself into a chaotic house, but a very interesting one, so he says, “You guys are strangely and endearingly unpredictable.”
“You fit right in.” Fugo states, and Giorno, for the first time that night giggles like he does in the morning. He puts his arms around Fugo’s waist and Mista sees Fugo’s expression visibly turn very fond and in love.
“Welcome to the mess, Guido.” Giorno tells him with his featherlike voice, and Mista couldn’t explain it even if he tried to, but he felt like he belonged here, together with them, no matter the snafu this relationship would be in.
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“Remember when I told you that you have a thing for blonds with long hair?” Bucciarati asks from the bar counter, but Mista chooses to ignore the older, done with being teased about his tastes already.
“Now, you did not have just one blond man with a long hair as a partner, but two. What an overachiever.” Bucciarati says with a chuckle.
“Shut up, signor Bucciarati. You’re also with a long haired blond so you cannot judge me.” Mista answers with a pout.
Bucciarati chuckles even more, “I only have one, Mista. The other one has a shaved head.”
“You’re still in love with one. Now, please stop teasing me.”