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"FUGO!!" A young Jolyne squealed at such a high pitch it made both of her father's flinch. The man who Jolyne was over excited to see stood outside of the mansion to greet the family, with a smirk across the strawberry blond's face he opened his arms to the teen girl, to which she happily accepted the hug.
Jotaro sighed while Kakyoin, Jolyne's step father, simply chuckled.
Jolyne Kujo, a 17 year old American-Japanese teenager recently moved to Italy with her dad and step dad for their work. They are visiting a member of the Joestar family, Giorno Giovanna, who happened to be a mafia don. Giorno is technically a great uncle to Jolyne but they see each other more as cousins, and at times Jolyne teasingly calls him ' big bro Giorno~'.
Giorno had friends who worked directly under him, one of whom was named Pannacotta Fugo, a 24 year old man who was Giorno's personal advisor to everything. Needless to say after Giorno, Fugo was Jolyne's favorite out of the gangsters, with Mista, Narancia, Trish, Bruno, and Abbacchio all following after words in that order.
Fugo welcomed the family inside, Giorno and Bruno were already in the foyer waiting to greet the family. After everyone gave their formalities Jolyne's dads went off with Giorno and Bruno towards Giorno's office to catch up, perhaps talk about stand stuff or something Jolyne figured.
"Fugo, how about you take the day off and show Jolyne here around the mansion and Napoli." Giorno had told his second in command with a wink, making Fugo playfully scoff with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Unfortunately for Jolyne, her cheeks became a much bolder pink after hearing Giorno's suggestion.
A WHOLE day with Panni??? Omg this move to Italy is starting to become a dream!
Jolyne snapped out her thoughts when Fugo wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Come Jolyne, Giorno and Trish redecorating your room, it's been a long time since you've been here, would you like to see it?" He asked her with a smile, making the poor teen blush. She nodded her head and off the two went.
Poor Jolyne had developed a crush on Fugo some years back and it's only gotten worse as she's gotten older, thankfully Fugo was a gentleman and not a weirdo, he wouldn’t dream of making advances towards Jolyne but found her crush on him cute and funny.
Jolyne loved his intelligence, humor, looks and everything about him really. Fugo had grown his hair out a bit over the years, his hair went past his chin while the rest of his hair went just past his shoulders. He now wore a white version of the suit he wore as a teen, but with less holes, though his suit still had openings in areas of the man's body that made Jolyne light headed. His stomach wasn't exposed but half of his chest was and a black strawberry tie loosely around his neck.
“Y’know I had joined an all girl biker gang some years ago, I even got this sick tattoo!” Jolyne waxed lyrically, shoving her arm into Fugo’s face, proudly showing off her younger self's delinquency. Fugo forced a smile, “It’s very pretty, and it being a butterfly makes it very fitting for you. The older you get the more similar you and Giorno become.” Fugo sighed out, his forced smile becoming a genuine one. The two always had their heads filled with niche interests and factoids about animals or bugs. Perhaps it was a family thing to love animals the way they do, aside from Josuke and his dislike of turtles. Seeing his reaction to Coco Jumbo still makes Mista lose it everytime.
They continued walking towards Jolyne’s room, reminiscing and talking about what has been going on in their lives since their last conversation. At the end of the hall Fugo turned himself and Jolyne towards a large mahogany door, intricately designed with butterflies and subtle references towards spiderman and baseball in the finer details. Jolyne gasped and awed at the beautiful door. Fugo smirked seeing her reaction, “But wait there’s more!” He opened the doors to reveal a perfect room for the 17 year old. Hot pink walls accented by zebra printed butterflies, a large bed with a beautiful sheer pink canopy, adorned with more butterflies, the bedspread was black and white butterfly designs, simple fully rugs were placed in just the right areas, a large vanity table on one side in front of one of the windows while a desk and study area on the other side with their own set windows. The room was the perfect setup any teen in 2009 could ask for. (Yes i’m placing this in ‘09, before you say this sounds corny or ugly please look up late 00’s and early 2010’s bedrooms. It wasn’t the best time aesthetically)
“Well, what do you thin-”
“IT’S PERFECT OMG!!!” Jolyne squealed. Fugo chuckled, not minding being cut off by her enthusiasm.
At least she likes it, that’s what matters. Fugo looked over at her, smiling seeing how much she loved her new room. Trish and Giorno put in a lot of love and care into this room, Giorno sometimes choosing to work on the room instead of Boss duties. His partner, as hardworking as he is, had his moments of procrastination.
“Well Jolyne, I’m glad you love it, I look forward to letting Trish and Giogio know.”
“Please tell Miss Trish thank you! I can’t believe I have connections to the biggest pop star in the world!! I have to text Hermes and Foo about this!!!” The teen immediately pulled out her phone and started snapping pictures to send to her friends, her fingers typing away on her phone at lightning speed.
Hermes <3 : OMG!! TI2QT, like it’s mega chic!
FooFoo : And the butterflies!!!! 2QT!!
Mista poked Fugo from behind, “I can hear her down stairs, takin’ it that she loves it?”
“No, no. She LOVES it, ‘ like omg’ loves it.” He snickered quitely to which Mista snorted, trying not to laugh hard. “Knew she would, girl’s got good taste.” He wrapped his arm around Fugo’s shoulders, “Anywho, the Boss would like to talk with his Panni , for a private meeting.” Mista chuckled, raising his eyebrows to further convey what he was trying to imply. “Oh yes I had almost forgotten. You mind keeping her occupied?” Fugo said.
“Literally will choose that over anything else you give me any day man, haha.”
Fugo smirked and began walking away, in the distance he could hear Jolyne’s squeals of “ Mista!!” , shaking his head he thought to himself. And so the chaos begins… Don’t let her get in too much trouble please Mista.
Chaos and trouble are never far from the Joestars, there’s only so much Mista can prevent (or encourage).