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Day 4: Tonight you won't be sorry
Prompt: Your character wakes up with a strange hat.
Fugo’s eyelids felt fucking heavy, but somehow, he mannaged to open his eye. What the hell had happened?
No, he wasn’t like that because of an enemy attack, much less because of an accident. The reason for that huge, weird feeling was lying next to him, sound asleep and from what he could notice, using his waist as a pillow.
Narancia Ghirga.
Fugo could only grit his teeth as he recalled the events of the night before.
If he wasn't mistaken, they had been celebrating Trish's birthday. Which, unfortunately for him, had been costume-themed. Fugo had obviously wanted to avoid attending the event at all costs, but apparently his excuse of "Giorno left me work '' had become obsolete when the Don himself said that there was no backlog with his duties.
It was thus that he was forced to go to that meeting, and therefore, comply with the dress code. That had been the start of his night.
Narancia had come with the idea that they should wear a couple's outfit, and although at first that didn't sound bad, it was the moment he saw the so-called costume that his friend had got for him, that his heart threatened to jump out of his body.
Leather boots, a tight pink checkered shirt and shorts that he didn't even pretend to measure, were definitely a fucking huge red-flag. But what was the final straw was that fucking cowgirl hat. What did Narancia think he was? a hooker?
But there he was, dressed in those clothes that left nothing to the imagination and with his best friend matching with a bull costume... because of fucking course, Narancia had to choose the most pornographic dynamic possible.
Luckily for him, thanks to the fact that he had not drunk so much that night, his memories of the events were more than intact. But describing the events of what happened that night was unnecessary, the only thing that mattered was what happened when they got home…
And yeah, a lot of things happened.
Remembering that dyed the cheeks of the current barely-awake Fugo red. It couldn't be that they had ended up that way because of a stupid cowgirl hat.
Getting up from his bed, careful not to wake up his friend, the blonde headed towards the bathroom with heavy steps, and began to look at himself in the mirror. His skin was a festival of bites and hickeys, not to mention that he was still wearing that stupid hat. He looked so ridiculous, and yet he couldn't help but smirk.
After all, it hadn't been a bad night, he deserved to rest.
After brushing his teeth and taking an aspirin, Fugo returned to the bed they were sharing that morning and wrapped the sheets around them.
"Good morning, my cowboy," Narancia said, still sleepily, cuddling Pannacotta once again.