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Getting of Capri and back to the mainland had been a difficult situation to say the least, Buccellati had taken so many precautions to make absolutely sure no one was following them in order to assure Trish’s safety, that by the time they got back it was already dark.
After that began an even more difficult experience of trying to find somewhere for them to stay until they had their next orders. Something Buccellati had to make maybe five phone calls or so until he actually found a place for them to stay and that was only temporarily, the next one he had assured them could potentially be more of a long stay, but for tonight they were all cramped into a kinda half sleazy cheap hotel. Lucky them that Passione controls every singel hotel in Naples, but no they couldn’t stay anywhere fancy at all, that would be the first place their pursuers would start looking.
And so it came down to Giorno in the end to collect food for the rest of the gang that evening. Being the newest member he had a better chance to not get recognized if he went out. The whole ordeal had thankfully gone down without a hitch for him.
He had collected a batch of fairly cheap take out from a restaurant close to the kinda dingy hotel. he did hope that every order he had been given was correct, in no doubt would Abbacchio find a reason that it was somehow his fault for the restaurant to mess up his order. But then again if Abbacchio wanted to he could probably find any reason he wanted to just to be annoyed with him.
There unfortunately wasn’t an elevator in the building the hotel lay located in. The house was to old for that so he had to walk up at least four sets of stairs to reach the fifth floor where the group had their rooms, something that was honestly kind of a struggle with how much the plastic bags with food weighed, Giorno wasn’t exactly strong enough that it didn’t leave him a bit winded. There were three rooms that the group had for the night, the one closest to the stairway, just a simple double one was occupied by Buccellati and Abbacchio. In the middle was Trish and farthest back himself, Mista, Narancia and fugo were staying. It was one of the bigger rooms that the hotel had to offer, and even so one of them had to sleep on a folded up mattress that the staff had brought up for them, two others had to share a double bed while only one lucky person would be getting a single bed to themselves. They had yet to decide who got to sleep where, if Giorno where to guess he’d probably get stuck with the mattress seeing as he was the youngest and newest to the group.
But none of that was at the Forefront of Giorno’s mind anyhow as he finally scaled the last set of stairs. In fact what he first notice was something a bit strange. And that was that Mista was sitting in the corridor, his back against the door of their shared room, he looked like he was cleaning his gun of all things.
It was indeed a bit strange but than again the guy appeared to be not just a little bit eccentric. Giorno’s mind went back to the impromptu lunch break he had taken in the middle of their pursuit earlier today. Giorno didn’t speak up and Mista didn’t seem to notice him when he walked up towards Abbacchio and Buccellati’s door. He only had to knock once before the door was abruptly opened. Abbacchio should not be able to look intimidating when his makeup was messed up with a half smoked still lit cigarette between his black smudged lips and his hair in disarray while he was only dressed in a bathrobe but he managed it anyway. It probably had something to do with the quite sever death stare he was giving Giorno.
Giorno tried his best at not staring at, well Abbacchio’s anything, he reached over one of the plastic bags with what he hoped came across as a friendly smile. (He was quite painful aware that he tended to look more smug then sincere when he tried to make himself smile)
“Took you fucking long enough” was all Abbacchio said before grabbing one of the bags out of his hand and slammed the door shut right in Giorno’s face.
The sound seemed to have finally have caught Mista’s attention away from his gun, and he looked over to Giorno.
“What was it with him?” Mista asked.
Giorno only shrugged his shoulders, he did not keep track of whatever reason why Abbacchio was mad at him. The man always seemed to find new ones.
Next he went over to Trish’s door, he knocked four times in a pattern that Buccellati had instructed all of the group and Trish on. It was to be the only kinda knock that she would open the door for. She seemed at least not as grumpy as Abbacchio, Well comparatively, she didn’t exactly look happy about her current surroundings. She simply grabbed the white container with her food that Giorno reached over towards her. She closed the door without a word.
“Wow, not even a thank you” Mista said from next to him.
“I’m sure she’s not trying to be rude” Giorno said back. Giving the girl the benefit of the doubt, she was probably just confused and overwhelmed. He knew he would be if he was in her shoes.
“Still, she still seems upset that we couldn’t go out buying her all the fancy shit that she wants right the moment we took charge of her” Mista said.
“Buccellati said we’ll fix that as soon as we get to a more secure place tomorrow” Giorno said, while walking over to where Mista was sitting by the door.
“Yeah, a lot of work this girl, I don’t really get why they put us on this mission anyway, it isn’t like we have ever really escorted anyone before” Mista told him. It intrigued Giorno a bit,
“So this is the first time anyone of you have had this kind of job?” He asked raising an eyebrow towards the older boy.
“I mean yeah sorta, the most similar thing we’ve helped with was to guard this one guy once a few months ago, but than that was only for like a day or two and it was only when he was in Naples” Mista said. “He was very afraid someone with a stand might attack him so he demanded to have stand users be a part of his guard, no one apparently told him that Passione is the only gang out there that’s mostly comprised of them, in any case we were the only ones available.” Mista continued on while he slotted his gun back together. He must have taken it apart when he cleaned it, Giorno realized. He did it with an almost mechanical precision, it was very obvious to Giorno that Mista priced his gun very highly, and put a considerable time and effort into maintaining it well. It seemed almost at odds with how laid back of a guy he appeared to be but Mista seemed to have more going on than he let on, it was fascinating to Giorno.
“Was the man very new to the organization?” He asked, surely if one is so very panicked at the very idea of stand users coming after them, they couldn’t have been used to the idea for long.
“Yeah I think so, switched over from some other group very recently when we were guarding him, and I mean he passed the test and had a lot of money, so he could afford to shill out for us at least, he seemed afraid some of his buddies from his old gang would hire some kind a of stand using assassin to take him out. I mean he really must have been bit out of it or something because I mean he didn’t know shit about stands until he joined so how would his old gang know that they would have to find assassin’s with superpowers of all things? Anyway they didn’t even send like regular assassins so it was mostly just boring” Mista said “but from what Buccellati says there’s supposed to be some real dangerous guys after the boss’s daughter, so at least we won’t get bored this time” he said while gesturing towards Trish’s door.
“Now that would be awful” Giorno said back. He didn’t really have much to say otherwise, but listening to Mista talk was interesting, he was very animated and made quite interesting expressions while he spoke. He caught himself doing it again, trying to read Mista and his emotions by just staring at him. Giorno felt a bit embarrassed, he tried to not do that anymore, people thought it was creepy.
He decided that fixing up dinner for himself as well as Fugo and Narancia would be a good idea instead, than again why was Mista sitting in the corridor anyhow. He walked up and reached for the door handle.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Mista said from the floor. Giorno turned his head to the side and looked at him confused.
“Why not?” He still had both of their dinners as well as Mista’s and his own in his two remaining plastic bags.
“Well you could i guess, they’re probably still in the bathroom, but really Narancia can’t keep quiet for shit, so you can still hear him from the room” Mista said.
“What do you mean?” Giorno asked, he felt like he was missing something.
“The two of them are you know…” Mista brought his hands together and made a rude gesture “getting very intimate so to say” oh
“Oh!”
“In fact they have been doing it for almost an hour now I think” Giorno hadn’t even guessed that the two of them.
“Fugo and Narancia are a couple?” He asked.
“Sorta, I mean I don’t think they go on dates or anything like that” Mista answered. “But I have had to share rooms with them often enough to know they are definitely sleeping together at least, though I think they might be trying to hide it” Mista said.
“They are not very effective at it then?” Giorno said while he sat down on the other side of the corridor facing Mista. “Well as I said, Narancia can’t keep quiet for shit so it isn’t hard to miss exactly” he eyed up the bag with take out that Giorno had put down between them. Mista was sitting with his legs spread out, they were long enough to almost reach the opposite wall but then again this wasn’t exactly a very wide corridor, Giorno had sat down with his knees folded and ankles crossed. He fitted quite well in the space between Mista’s outstretched legs with his back against the other wall.
“They actually seemed more eager than usual to jump each other's bones today, couldn’t even wait to ask me go buy something to get me out of the room or anything, just tried to not make me notice that both of them went to the bathroom at the same time” Mista continued on “maybe they wanted to make up for going all stabby on each other earlier”
“Do they often do that?” Giorno asked, he was realizing that he really didn’t know that much about the group he now belonged to. How many of them were in relationships or such, he didn’t even know if Mista might even have a girlfriend or something. He really hoped that he didn’t, he hadn’t really thought on why he did that but it might have something to do with the fact that he found the older boy very attractive. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know he liked boys, he had kinda always known he didn’t have an interest in girls the same way his peers did. And there had been multiple times he had gotten crushes, it had never been anything he had acted on though, most of the time it had been limited to an admiration from afar.
The thing was though, Mista wasn’t as far away as some of the popular boys in his school that were handsome and great at football always had been from him. No he was sitting opposite to Mista with the guy’s boots close to his knees. Maybe that was why he wanted to revert back to his old ways of figuring people out. Because he wanted to get to know Mista but he was also confused to how to really do that.
“You mean if they ‘get into fights and then fuck about it later’ often?” Mista asked back “I mean maybe? it isn’t like I keep a count of how many times they fight or do it” he said, answering his own question as well. It Had surprised Giorno though, that his group might be more similar to him then just being stand users, it was a happy surprise though.
“Dose Buccellati know?” Giorno asked.
“Yeah, you know I doubt we could hide anything from him if we even tried, besides, it isn’t like he can complain that we shouldn’t be seeing people in the group and such, not when he and Abbacchio are the way they are” Mista said.
“They are a couple as well?” This was very unexpected to Giorno, mostly because it appeared like Abbacchio didn’t like anything at all, he seemed like the last person to have any interest in romantics.
“Sorta, I mean we don’t really talk about stuff like that or anything, it’s very obvious that Buccellati likes him, and then I mean really likes him, but Abbacchio is kinda, yeah well you’ve noticed, difficult to say the least, he definitely likes Buccellati more than anyone of us that’s for sure and they are sleeping together, but I Don’t know if that definitely means that they are a couple or not” Mista said while shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know to be honest, if anything it’s their business and they don’t need me to go bother them about it, and besides, dating is just god damn weird anyway, way to complicate if you ask me”
“You don’t date then?” Giorno asked, ‘wow Giorno that was a subtle way to ask if he was single’ he thought ‘really couldn’t have done that any more obvious’ he was very thankful that he was good at keeping his poker face completely unmoved because he felt a bit embarrassed by that one. Luckily Mista didn’t seem to find the question strange.
“Nah, haven’t ever had anything that lasted long term or so, and since I joined up with the gang I haven’t really had the time for any of that” Mista said as he made a grabb for one of the bags of take out placed between them “but you know, not to sound too sappy but I’d like to find the one, one of these days, who knows maybe I’ll get the time to go looking now that Buccellati got promoted, means we get bumped up the ladder a bit as well right, because we are his gang after all. so we’ll hopefully get more free time” he said as he looked over the white containers piled up inside the cheap plastic bag.
“What do you mean ‘the one’?” Giorno asked, that was surprising about Mista, he really hadn’t pinged the guy as a romantic.
“Well you know true love and all that crap, it’s kinda dumb you know but I’ve always kinda hoped that there’s one out there for me, like that there’s at least one other person out there for anyone.” He said as he found the two containers that had his food in them.
“And you believe that?” Giorno asked he reached over himself and pulled out his own food from the bag next to the one Mista’s had been in.
“Do I believe it? No but I hope for it, it’s a nice thought you know, that out there, there is someone who’s just like..right for you and only you” he said while picking up a plastic fork from the bag and starting to dig in on his dinner.
It was a nice idea indeed, Giorno thought. It wasn’t ever something thing he’s ever really thought of to be honest, his dream had always been his most important goal ever since he was a kid, he hadn’t ever considered romance for himself in too much depth. But he found that he liked Mista’s idea about someone out there just for you. He opened his own plastic container and started eating as well.
They spent a few moments in a comfortable silence.
But after a while Giorno cast a glance at the two undisturbed containers that were still in the bags.
“Their food are going to get cold” he stated with a nod towards their shared room.
“That’s their own fault for not being able to wait until we’re done with the job to get busy with one another, I mean really what did that old guy say less than a week, and they can’t even wait that long” Mista said between bites. “By the way, aren’t like people going to start looking for you if you’re away with us for to long?”
“Why would they do that?” Giorno asked.
“I mean you’re still in school and shit right? You just joined the other day, that ain’t enough time to drop out like the rest of us have” Mista said with a mouth full of pasta. “Won’t your parents also wonder where you might have run of to?”
Giorno felt a low feeling of dreed in his gut at the mention of his parents.
“I live at a boarding school at the moment, and I don’t talk to much to my parents these days…” it had been almost two years now since he even spoke to his mother now that he thought of it, then again he didn’t think of her often, just as she probably didn’t think about him. “They have no real reason to care where I end up anyway, it isn’t like they are the ones paying my tuition to go there” no that was still taken care of by his mysterious benefactor, just like most things in his life. “and they have never taken an interest in my life before so why would they start now”
“Nah i get that” Mista said “I mean it’s not like I’m really on speaking terms with my mother either” he looked down on his food with a bit of a melancholy look “it can be a real bitch of a situation sometimes, but it’s probably for the best that she don’t know all that I’m messed up with these days, she’s better of thinking I’m in prison”
“Wait, your mother thinks you’re in prison?”
“Yeah, It was all set up for me to go the last time we saw one another, i almost ended up there as well, there was a trial and everything, if it hadn’t been for Buccellati I would be stuck there still until I’m like fifty” Mista said. “But your school won’t wonder where you are then?” He asked pointing his fork towards him.
“No, they think I’m back home dealing with a family crisis at the moment?” Giorno answered.
“How did you manage to pull that off?”
“I have gotten quite good at impersonating my mother’s voice over the phone actually”
“No goddamn way, really?” Mista seemed very curious about it.
“Really” Giorno answered in a pitched up version of his voice that sounded way more feminine “it works best on the phone” he finished in his own voice.
“Damn that’s actually kinda cool” Mista said sounding honestly impressed. “Why'd do you even get into having to learn how to do that?”
“I had my small jobs where I made money before I joined the gang, I took time off from school for it a lot so I faked called in to say I had doctors appointments or some other thing so they wouldn’t wonder why I missed class so much” Giorno said while smiling a bit to himself, he had gotten very good at it, not just impersonating but also making up very elaborate excuses. “I meet Buccellati through my side jobs actually”
“Yeah he mentioned that i think, something about you seeing Luca when he was collecting payments just before he got whacked right?” Mista said.
Giorno only answered with a nod, now that he thought on it he didn’t know exactly what it was Buccellati had told his group about how they meet. So he selected to not speak to much about it in case he might say something contradictory.
Mista fell silent for a bit, his focus being taken up by his food for a while. He then seemed to realize something else and spoke up again
“You know come to think of it, it’s probably for the best that we don’t have dinner all four of us together, I’m sure one of us would get food poisoning or something thing even worse”
Right his number four thing, it was a strange superstition now that Giorno thought on it. He had never really heard of it before, ‘wasn’t it the number thirteen that people usually considered to be unlucky’ he thought to himself.
“Is that why you wanted two orders? So there would be five dishes?” He asked Mista.
“Huh? no, I didn’t really think of that, but that’s a good thing right, if we picked from four I’m sure the food would be rotten” he said.
“So why did you want two then?”
“Well the boys have been complaining a lot, I think they might be a bit affected by the fact that I got shot earlier, I mean maybe. All the time when the other guys take damage there stands take some as well. My guys are maybe to small for that but they might get cranky at least, so I thought some extra food might be a good idea” he said and with that he took his gun out of his pocket and open the chamber for the bullets.
The tiny yellow pistols all began to let out various small screams from being woken up all of a sudden.
“Now, now calm down, it’s dinner time, see I brought extra just for you guys, the more expensive stuff as well, see you can go back to sleep after you’ve eaten” he said as he opened his second container with his other hand. The pistols yelled out again in their tiny voices but this time in what sounded to be joy, at least to Giorno’s ears. The six pistols all seemed to dicend onto the food with much gusto, ‘where did it all even go? They were so tiny, how could their stomachs fit that much food?’ Giorno thought to himself.
That did give him another thought though. He summoned forth Gold Experience, just hovering close to Giorno, he turned his fork towards his stand with food still on it. He didn’t know if stands needed food even, it might be something unique to Mista’s stand, His was the only one Giorno has ever seen that spoke fully as well. But he wasn’t sure, perhaps Gold Experience enjoyed food? It wasn’t as if it had ever tried it before. The thought was perplexing to him enough that he felt like finding out if eating was of any interests to his stand.
To his surprise though, it seemed Gold Experience had little to no interest in the fork in front of it. Instead it turned its head towards the container of food that the Pistols were digging into. Did his stand Perhaps not like salad? Was it more interested in the lasagna that Mista had given to his stand. It slowly floated over towards it, simply looking at it.
‘That was odd?’ Giorno thought,
“Eh Giorno what are you doing?” Mista asked with a confused look.
“I wanted to see if Gold Experience had in interest in food like your stand” Giorno said not taking his eyes of the way Gold Experience was acting. He wasn’t willing it to do this or anything, it was the first time that Gold Experience had done something completely of its own volition.
“Well i Don’t think the Pistols will be sharing anything with it, they can barely share amongst themselves” Mista said as he looked on Giorno’s stand.
“I don’t think it’s the food that it’s interested in” Giorno said, Mista looked very confused. “It hasn’t seen a stand like Sex Pistols before, it could be that it’s curious about them, the only stands that it has faced before have been very similar to itself, such as Sticky Fingers or that stand that attacked us on the boat” Giorno elaborated. Perhaps his stand had more of a consciousness then he first assumed.
Giorno and Mista kept on looking at Gold Experience who seemed to so very intently observe the tiny Pistols as they were gobbling up their food.
It took another moment for anyone of the Pistols to notice they were being watched. Number 5 was the first to take a notice of the much larger golden creature hovering just above them, simply looking at them with its pale green eyes. Number 5 had been kicked away from the food by some of the other pistols, just as it was about to burst into tears, it locked eyes with Gold Experience.
No tears were coming at all, instead the two just sorta looked on each other for quite a while. Number 5 seemed to completely forget about the food that it’s other parts where still so preoccupied with. It floated up closer to Gold Experience, who kept on just quietly looking at the smaller stand while tilting its head to the side.
Gold Experience reached its hand towards number 5, the small pistol proceeded to land on palm of Gold Experience’s hand. That had been very unexpected, for the stands to just look on one another. Giorno had never seen anything like it before and if going by the look on Mista’s face neither had he.
Gold Experience then reached out a finger of its other hand towards Number 5, the small pistol grabbed a hold of the appendage hugging it and rubbing its cheek against the finger. Gold Experience than did something Giorno had never before witnessed it do, it smiled and a low twinkling sound could be heard from it, his stand was giggling he realized.
That on the other hand caught the attention of the other pistols. The strange silent moment was immediately broken as the other five sets of eyes noticed Gold Experience.
All five of them started to talk very loudly over one another, either yelling at each other or at Mista.
“Mista! Mista! Who is this? it’s so beautiful and shiny who is it!” Number 1 yelled out as he floated up towards Gold Experience face, seemingly transfixed by it.
“So shiny, So pretty and shiny” said number 2 with a dreamlike tone, hanging of number 1 as he also couldn’t take his eyes of Gold Experience.
“Ahh make room 5 don’t go hogging all of them!” Number 3 yelled at the small pistol still clinging to one of Gold Experience’s fingers.
“Where did it come from? It can’t be real right? There is no way something is that pretty?!” Number 6 yelled at Mista as well.
“I also want to touch! 5 I also want to!” Number 7 yelled out.
“Hey what the hell!” Mista yelled back at his stand, “stop bothering Giorno’s Stand and come back here!” The Pistols answered In a long chorus of no’s, all of them now having attached themselves against some part of Gold Experience’s body
Gold Experience, though not speaking as it never really did. Took notice of Mista trying to call the Pistols back. It made a grab for and held every pistol in its arms close to its chest, and began to floated backwards until its back hit the wall that Giorno was leaning against.
“Giorno what the hell! What is this?!” Mista yelled to him.
“I don’t know, I’m...I’m not making it do that” it was honestly a bit frightening, Gold Experience had always only done exactly what he willed it to, though it wasn’t as if it was going against Giorno’s will now, he hadn’t really done anything to stop it from acting this way, but it was a bit fascinating as well. Why was his stand so suddenly enamored and draw towards Mista’s like this?
“Call it back then or something it’s acting real weird!” Mista yelled out, he seemed quite flustered at the way his own stand was acting Giorno realized.
He looked up at Gold Experience and meet eyes with his stand, Giorno wasn’t sure but It almost seemed like Gold Experience was giving him a pleading look with its eyes. Like it really didn’t want to be called back at all. Holding the pistols even closer to it. All of them seemed very happy to be close to Gold Experience to be honest, they were all cooing and patting at his stand’s chest.
Giorno noticed that for the first time in his life he actually had to make an effort to call Gold Experience back, usually it was keeping it summoned that was the hard part, but a few seconds past, which was more than it ever had taken before, and then Gold Experience was gone.
All six of the pistol fell down to the floor the moment that the stand that was holding them disappeared. They all seemed to be crying now, calling Mista mean names for making the beautiful shiny stand go away.
“Stop whining and get back here alright! If you don’t I’m going to throw away the rest of your food!” Mista called back. They all continued to decry Mista but did as they were told and returned to their dinner.
Mista sighed and closed the lid to the container over them as they continued to eat away. He looked over to Giorno.
“Sorry about that I mean, my stand isn’t like yours you know, I can’t really control what they do.” He said while scratching the back of his head under his cap.
“It’s not a problem, my Gold Experience was acting unruly as well” Giorno said.
“Yeah but it usually don’t right? Maybe it’s like getting too close to mine messes it up or something, like if stands get too close to them they stop listening as well or..” Mista trailed of, not really seeming to know what he was going with his line of thought “I mean whatever really” he said while shrugging his shoulders.
“Has this happened before you mean?” Giorno asked, he wasn’t as familiar with stands as Mista was after all.
“No not really, they’ve never really even taken an interest in any other stands they’ve meet, though they mostly meet ones that they’re fighting so… but they have meet all the other guy’s ones on multiple occasions, and then they never even…” Mista seemed embarrassed, he still had a faint pink color to his cheeks
‘He honestly looked kinda cute’ Giorno thought, he found himself smiling a bit, even letting out a small giggle, that sounded a bit similar to his stand he realized. He hadn’t really ever had much opportunity to giggle before now that he thought of it. It seemed to reignite Mista’s embarrassment because his cheeks got very red again.
“Giorno I…” Mista was then abruptly interrupted by the door he was leaning against opening, causing him to fall backwards into the room. Narancia was standing in the doorway, dressed in a pajamas that was a bit to large on him, he also had a towel draped around his shoulders so his wet hair wouldn’t drip on to his clothes.
“Mista why are you yelling so much for? You know Abbacchio is going to kick your ass if you start bothering him” Narancia said while looking down on the older boy laying on the floor. Before Mista had a chance to answer though, Narancia noticed that Giorno was also there and started talking to him instead “you’re finally back! What took you so long? I thought I was going to die from hunger any minute”
“He’s been back for awhile now” Mista said from the floor.
“What? Why didn’t you give us our food then Giorno? Are your trying to kill me? Do you want me to die of hunger Giorno?” Narancia continue on with much hand waving to add to his theatrics.
“You know fucking damn well why he was waiting outside!” Mista said while grabbing at Narancia’s bare foot next to his head “ain’t nobody that want to hear your over the top moaning and yelling you know”
“What?! I don’t yell!” Narancia yelled at Mista
“Yeah, no you’re kinda loud actually!” Giorno heard Fugo call from inside the room.
“Whhat? Fugooo you never told me~!” Narancia yelled back at him.
It was then that the door to Abbacchio and Buccellati’s room flew open and the gray haired man stuck his head out.
“Could you four just shut the fuck up for like a moment! Buccellati is trying to make a phone call!” He shouted.
Both Narancia and Mista got quite very fast at that. Mista sat back up but tried his best avoid meeting eyes with Abbacchio. Narancia was twiddling his thumbs
“Sorry Abbacchio” he mumbled.
“Why the hell are you even awake still, isn’t it past your fucking bed time by now or something thing god I…” Abbacchio muttered to himself as he closed his door again.
The three of them, still in and by the corridor, kept on being completely silent for a moment. Narancia was the one to finally speak up.
“You do have our food though Giorno?” He asked in a much lower tone than before.
“Yes” He said, and stood up, picking up the two plastic bags with the unopened containers in them. As well as his own food in his other hand.
“Great, I think Fugo can probably figure out how to use the microwave, no wait it looked very broken, maybe we could like heat them on the iron or something” Narancia kept on speaking as he walked back into the room.
Giorno followed after him, but just as he came to the door he looked down at Mista, who hadn’t really moved at all since he sat back up.
“Are you coming with?” Giorno asked him.
“No, it’s a good idea to have someone guard outside don’t you think, besides nothing good can happen with four people in the same room for an entire night” he said.
“Are you sure” Giorno asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
“Yeah it’s fine GioGio, I will just be here for the night, I might bother Abbacchio later to switch with me if I get too tired” Mista said and gave him a smile as he looked up at him.
Giorno felt his heart beat just a little bit faster for a moment, Had Mista just given him a nickname? He’s never had anyone give him a nickname before. And his smile, it was a bit doffy but Giorno found that he liked it, Mista’s smile felt very comforting.
“Goodnight then Mista” he said
“Night GiGio”
He felt himself smile as well and as he closed the door behind him. It really felt like these people could become great friends to him in no time. And Mista, it might just be a small crush that he had so far but, he still found it in him to hope that Mista just might find him as interesting as he found him.