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Sent: Yesterday 11:58pm
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Subject: Friday Family Fun Night [do not delete]
Passione,
Everyone's schedules are now cleared every first and third Friday of the month. Giorno and I checked everyone's Outlook/iCal/Google calendars [NB: we need to consolidate to one scheduling software as soon as practical, keep an eye on your inbox for updates] and this is the schedule that worked best for everyone.
While I fully appreciate that it may be tempting to use this time for rest or personal business, attendance is not optional. We work best as a team, and a family, when we have consistent non-work related time together.
Please submit activity requests to me at least a week in advance so tickets, reservations etc can be arranged.
The first FFFN will be this Friday, 19:30 at the main house. Anyone who'd like to lend a hand in the kitchen is welcome early- I'm cooking.
-BB
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"Did you get the email from Bucciarati?" called Mista into the bedroom through a yawn. He'd woken up in the middle of the night to take a piss, noting Giorno was still awake in bed next to him, absorbed in a book. He'd checked his phone to find a message to the team about a mandatory but not business related for some reason dinner thing that apparently Gio had some part in.
Giorno didn't stop reading as he replied, "Which email, tesoro?"
Mista bolted back from the bathroom, shivering, and dove into the warm burrow of blanket. "The cringey one about Mandatory Fun Fridays or something?" Mista wrapped his arms around the Don's bare middle, wondering how on Earth the man's skin was so warm, before shoving his freezing feet under Giorno's unsuspecting thighs.
Giorno inhaled sharply at the icy touch, but he didn't flinch; he often indulged Guido the use of his body as a space heater. "You're an icicle, put a shirt and some socks on," he said, not unkindly.
"Oh, but this is so much nicer," said Mista, aware he was being indulged and seizing the moment. He wiggled his toes a bit and tightened his hold on Giorno. "So did you get a weird email or not?"
"I received the email regarding FFFN," confirmed Giorno, pronouncing it 'triple f n'. He closed the book, clicked off the reading lamp, and placed it on the nightstand.
Mista groaned. "Oh God, you've already started with the acronyms." He did this every time there was a new 'plan' or 'initiative' for the Family Business, thought Mista, as he recalled previous attempts at organizing bonding activities for their weird little circle. Notable examples included Monthly Movie Monday (triple m), and the online course on financial literacy he made them sit through that resulted in no one showing up to anything for the next six weeks (Interest is Interesting, or i squared).
Giorno huffed. "I employ efficiency when speaking."
"Yeah, yeah, fair enough... but what makes you think this one's gonna stick?" Mista prodded drowsily, already dozing off again now that the room was dark.
Giorno threw the duvet over himself and his heat parasite and settled in to sleep. "Because attendance," he whispered, pausing to kiss Mista's forehead, "is not optional."