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bruno's lips were pressed in a firm line, his arms crossed as he narrowed his eyes.
"how many times are you going to ask? no, we don't have time to go to a festival."
narancia's whine was so loud, the entirety of passione could probably hear it. "c'mon bucciarati, all we ever do is work. when is the last time we ever did anything besides that?"
the young capo scoffed at the boy, "this is what you signed up for when you joined the mafia, narancia."
mista sauntered in due to the ruckus narancia was making. "dude, why can i hear you all the way down the hall?"
"because this child won't take no for an answer," bruno grumbled as he gave narancia an annoyed glare, accentuating the word child.
narancia threw his hands up in the air, angry at the insult to his pride. "im not a child! you're just a tight ass!"
mista burst out laughing, not understanding the situation but loving what he walked in on.
"so what is it that narancia wants then?"
rolling is eyes, bruno shook his head, "to go to the wine tasting festival tomorrow."
mista's eyes widened and a large grin spread across his face. "i totally forgot about that! nara, thats such a good idea!"
he then turned to bruno, the grin slowly getting bigger as he knew he was about to piss the capo off even more.
"oh respectable and brilliant boss, please allow us on the important mission that is tomorrow's festival," his voice feigned any amount of seriousness it may of contained, trying his hardest not to laugh as he eyed the increasingly irritated man.
bruno stood there shaking his head continuously as he finally gave a sigh and uncrossed his arms.
"fine, but if even one of the other members agrees with me that it's a bad idea, then we're not going."
narancia's face lit up as he double high-fived mista, both running out of the room like children to convince their fellow members.
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in the end, abbacchio, who tried not to seem excited at the thought of all the different wine, and even fugo, were convinced to go. bruno tried to continue his act of irritation, but the subtle excitement at a break for the group lifted his spirits as well.
when night turned to early morning, narancia was already waking up the members for their long day off stalls, street food, and music.
bruno couldn't help his small smile at how pumped narancia was and abbacchio's failed attempt to conceal his excitement.
when they had arrived, the streets were already bustling with many pedestrians enjoying the differing entertainments that the festival had to offer.
everyone was eyeing different stalls and things to do, their lack of a break showing clearly on their awe struck faces.
"okay everyone, here's the deal. we will all meet back here at 10pm-" queue the synchronized groan of both mista and narancia, "-because missions resume tomorrow." bruno finished with a glare at the two, then nodded to tell everyone to 'go ahead'.
bruno joined abbacchio to venture the endless amount of wine stalls, the two speaking quite friendly to one another as abbacchio gave a rare smile. trish and mista raced to one of the game stalls after he bet that he could win because 'no one can beat him at a shooting game'. fugo and giorno walked in separate directions to god knows where.
this left narancia all alone in the middle of the mass of people. he pouted as he cursed the members for leaving him, looking for what to do now that he had no one to talk with.
the boy began to aimlessly wander around, stopping here and there to marvel at the delicious foods and pretty items that were for sale.
as he walked, he went past a stall that was decorated in hundreds of flowers. it didn't exactly catch his attention until the floral scent hit his nose. it was nostalgic and oddly comforting. he smiled and turned around, retracing his steps until he was again in front of the stall.
at first there was no one at the stall, only an empty chair to greet him. then, he heard the back flap of the tent rustle and in came a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair. you looked up to meet gazes with the young stand user and your eyes widened.
"oh my gosh! im so sorry, i was busy watering the flowers in the back and didn't even hear you come up!" you hurriedly made her way to the front of the tent, now only a few feet in front of narancia.
while you were explaining yourself in embarrassment, narancia was too busy staring with wide eyes and a red tinge splayed across his cheeks.
you wore a white sundress that reached to your knees, flower petals stuck to it here and there. narancia never knew that a foreigner's funny accent could be so cute.
"it- it doesn't matter," he said, mentally punching himself in the face for stuttering.
you gave him a smile as thanks, then asked, "was there anything in particular that you were looking for?"
he shook his head, his eyes trying to look everywhere but you.
"i just liked the smell i guess."
your snicker caught his attention and led his eyes back to you.
"that's good as any reason to come to a flower stall, i suppose," you held your smile as you looked around at the flowers, seemingly thinking about something.
you then made a small "ah!" and darted to the other side of the tent, narancia's gaze never leaving your form.
you plucked a long-stemmed flower with white petals from a big gathering of them, making your way back to the boy, "if you like scented flowers, try this one. its called a gardenia and the smell alone puts me in such a good mood."
as you held the flower out to him, he looked at you with skeptical eyes then dipped his head down. when he took a breath in to smell the flower, he couldn't help the smile that was brought to his face. it was sweet and gave him a sense of ease. narancia quickly understood what you were talking about before.
then, the smell moved from under his nose and he felt a light tickle in the hair next to his left ear.
the boy looked back up at you as his hand instinctively reached for the unfamiliar item and lightly grasped it. when he looked down, it was the same flower from a few seconds ago.
his cheeks once again turned pink.
"i- wha-"
you laughed at his reaction, covering your mouth to stifle it a bit, "awe, but it looked so cute on you."
he couldn't help but give an embarrassed smile in return, never having been openly flirted with before.
"t-then, could you put it back on for me?"
your eyes widened in surprise for a split second before your smile returned and you gently took the flower out of his hand, skillfully tucking his curly black hair behind his ear along with the pretty white plant.
the touch of your fingers sent shivers down narancia's spine, a goofy grin making its way to his lips. it was weird. he's known this girl for less than 10 minutes yet all he wants to do is get to know her.
when you retract your arm, narancia already misses your touch.
the sudden urge to ask for your name spikes in his chest. he opened his mouth when-
"can i ask your name?"
damn. was she reading his mind?
"it's uh- it's narancia."
he felt his soul ascending, the embarrassment of not being able to form a single full sentence too much to bare.
you smile, "that suits you. i'm ____"
that fact that you were a foreigner was confirmed by your name, but in his eyes, it only made you cuter.
"oh- and you can keep that. i like it on you," your voice was smooth and playful as it feigned innocence. the more you spoke, the more he wanted to hear everything you said on repeat. your italian was insanely cute and it made him want to glomp you on the spot.
his eyes flicked to your menu of different floral items, one item in particular catching his interest, "how much for a flower crown?"
you grinned at him, "just seeing you in one would be payment enough."
he took a sharp inhale and stared off into space, wondering if you were trying to kill him.
by the time his brain was done melting, he felt something soft and light land on his head. his hand reached to touch it but the familiar scent of the gardenias told him all he needed to know.
you gave a small squeal as you set your head in your hands and looked at him.
"i knew it would look pretty on you!"
narancia felt a giddy happiness at the compliments you gave him, about to return them when he heard a familiar gunslinger's voice come up to the stall.
"narancia? what the hell are you doing at a stall like this?"
the boy froze, tearing the woven crown from his hair in an instant. when he turned around, he tried hiding it behind him but mista had already seen.
"haha! man, you looked like a little gir-" his voice was caught in his throat at the sight of the girl at the counter, a confused look on your face.
it took him two seconds to realize why narancia was at a flower stand of all places. his face lit up as he threw an arm around the younger boy's shoulders.
"narancia, you flirt! why didn't you tell me someone this hot was-" this time his sentence was cut short by an elbow to his gut, courtesy of a fuming narancia.
while mista was hunched over and groaning in pain, narancia turned back to see you trying your best to stifle a laugh. his anger subsided at the sight and a smile returned to his face.
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his whole day was spent talking with the girl at the flower stall. you invited him inside the small tent and he asked to help her throughout the day, which proved to be quite difficult when you had small rushes of couples who wanted to buy flower crowns or bouquets for one another.
during your free time, you showed him how to make flower crowns and by the end of the day, narancia was completely decked out in many different types of leis, two corsages, and three flower crowns.
when it was time to say goodbye, narancia went quiet and stood in front of the stall awkwardly. only a few pedestrians remained, mostly drunk friends or couples trying to get in their last kisses, using the night's darkness as cover.
"oh come on, don't go all weird on me before you go," you laughed as his face showed his blatant disappointment.
in a quick decision, you grabbed one of the strips of fabric connected to the choker-esque piece around his neck and gave his cheek a soft kiss.
to say his face was red would be an understatement. then, a wide smile spread across his lips and he was laughing like an idiot.
"i'm sorry about that, i just wish i could have stayed longer," his laugh continued to dwindle as he held a hand to where your lips just touched.
you only smiled back at him, "you know, this festival lasts an entire week. come see me whenever you're free, i'm sure the flowers would love to see you again."
"and...what about you?" narancia already knew the answer, yet he wanted to hear you say it.
you played along, "of course i would love to see you too."
before anything else could be said, narancia heard his name being called by bruno in the distance.
he huffed a sigh and, building up every last bit of courage he held, leaned across the counter that separated you to return your earlier kiss on the cheek.
his lips softly met your skin, and as quick as it was, it was over just as fast.
narancia gave a shy smile before waving and running over to his fellow members.
all you could do was laugh at his boldness as you leaned your elbows on the counter and watched him run off.
~~~ extra ~~~
when he finally got to the meeting spot, everyone was a sight to behold.
abbacchio was completely wasted, bruno's arm under abbacchio's as he did his best to support the long haired man. giorno had ice cream smeared all over the front of his suit, narancia soon finding out that it was due to some kids who were ruff-housing near the poor boy. trish's makeup was smeared thanks to the sweat she'd produced while playing games with mista, the gunglisher sporting a large bump on his head that he had won after trish hit him for cheating. finally, fugo's clothes were completely disheveled, even a whole shoe missing. why? because some kids made fun of his outfit and he chased them the whole day while threatening to beat their ass.
bruno looked to narancia, the boy looking like a whole flower shop.
"why do you look like a garden?" his words were slightly slurred as narancia could tell he wasn't completely sober.
"because his new girlfriend is a florist."
everyone turned to the injured mista who held an icepack to his head. he just shrugged, apparently not planning to elaborate.
thus began narancia's proud retelling of how he "was no longer a homo like the rest of passione".
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