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Narancia was bored, which meant that Mista was bored, and when they were bored together, no one was safe.
Buccellati had preemptively kicked them out of the house to avoid any issues (a good idea, honestly), and the two had wandered to a gelato stand nearby. Narancia, who always seemed to have money on him, was quick to pay, while Mista hung back, kicking at the gravel impatiently.
Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. The heat had persuaded most people into staying indoors, and only people like Mista and Narancia, who had been forced outside, would be able to even stop by, resulting in some of the food vendors only having a few customers. Only a couple minutes went by before they were served.
“Here!” Narancia thrusted a small cup of gelato into Mista’s hands and he grinned, taking it eagerly. The dessert was always a great addition to any day in Naples, let alone a blistering hot one. The two started walking down the street together, the bright sun warming their skin.
Almost instantly, Narancia struck up a conversation. “The gelato guy was so nice today! It was cheaper than usual, too- probably to do with the heat.” Narancia squinted up at the sun and stuck out his tongue. “I hope our gelato doesn’t melt too fast.”
Mista shrugged; it was highly likely that it would. “Don't get your hopes up- Hey, did you grab any spoons?”
No sooner than he had asked did Narancia shove a small spoon into Mista’s mouth, making Mista choke over the intrusion. His face went bright red, and he quickly pulled it out. He attempted to hide his flushed expression with one of irritation, glaring at Narancia, who was snickering loudly.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to be that rough, but pff- Your face is hilarious, dude!”
Mista huffed, digging his spoon into the sweet treat and shoveling way too much into his mouth at once. The cool cream soothed his throat. He mumbled through the food in his mouth, eyebrows knit close together. “I’m gonna be scarred for life now, thanks.”
Narancia jumped up onto a bench as they passed, blowing a raspberry at Mista. “You’re fine, stop being a baby.”
Mista rolled his eyes.
The two walked for a while, tossing ideas and different conversation topics around. Narancia pondered what Abbacchio would look like if his makeup melted in the heat and Mista wondered aloud if Fugo ever got sunburnt on the holes in his jacket. They both ended up cracking up, the mental image of their friends in the summer heat far more hilarious than it should have been. They were now arguing over how Giorno would style his hair differently for the summer.
“Honestly, I think he’d keep the braid. I’ve never seen Giorno's hair down, I think he just likes it like that.” Mista had long since finished his gelato and thrown away the cup. Narancia had somehow lost his gelato. The two were now walking hand in hand, their clasped hands swinging in between them as they walked. “Also, I don't think I can picture him in like, a ponytail or something.”
“I think he’d do a bun! Like how Abba puts up his hair when doing makeup or something?” Narancia stumbled a little as they walked, and Mista pulled him in closer, letting him lean against him. “Or maybe pigtails, since he likes braids so much.
Mista snorted at the suggestion. “Can you imagine him looking like that? He’d look like Goldilocks.”
Narancia cackled, his head finding its way onto Mista’s shoulder. “God, Abba would tear the shit out of him for that. Now I wanna get him to do that.”
“We can ask when we get back. He’ll probably say yes.” Mista dropped his head on top of Narancia’s, and despite the way it slowed down their walking pace, they didn’t really care.
Narancia hummed. “Probably…” His eyes lit up, a shit eating grin on his face. “Wait- what if we make Abba do Giorno’s hairstyle?”
The two dissolve into laughter, already cooking up a plan for their resident goth for when they got home.