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Giorno looks out the window of his pirvate jet. He has been Don of Passione for 10 years now. His side kick and closest partner Mista lays on the couch, snoring peacefully. The Sex Pistols are chomping down some salami, number 5 is sitting on Giorno’s shoulder so he’s safe from number 3. Both young men decided to take a trip to Florida to relax a little and explore the world outside of Europe a little. Mista made a whole bucket list for both of them:
Sipping on cocktails by the beach
Surfing
A trip to Cape Canaveral
A trip to a real American Walmart (marked red)
DISNEY WORLD
Number 5 releases a tiny burp and yawns “You’re stuffed, huh?” asked Giorno “Yes, so fuuuull ugh…”. The blond man huffs. A few hours later they land and Mista is shaken awake by the rough landing “Wuahhh merda!” he yells. His boss laughs and him “We’re there, wake up.”
About an hour later they arrive at their rented beach house. Giorno flops into his bed and exhales. He’s a little jet lagged and decides he’d take a nap.
“Miiiiistaaaa no, he’s sleeping!” “Mista wait!” “Mistaaaaa!” Giorno groans as he hears the Pistols plead for their master to stop bothering him. Giorno turns over and sits up. “Good morning sleepy head! Are you ready to rumble?” Mista throws himself on top of Giorno just to piss him off.
“What the fuck, man, get off of me!” he protests. However, Mista did not in fact get off of him and smooches him instead “I missed you.” He puts. Giorno gives him the look of a thousand deaths and rolls him off of himself, but Mista grabs his hips, so the blond man ends up of top instead. “Woah, in front of the kids?” the gunslinger teases.
Giorno blushes and jumps out of the bed and falls as his legs got tangled in the sheets. “Nooooo Giornoo!” the Pistols shout in unison.
“I fucking hate you, Guido…”
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After ‘breakfast’, which was actually dinner, given that it was late evening in Florida, they get ready to explore the city. Mista points out all the places they need to visit as they drive downtown and takes pictures of literally everything. The Pistols swirl and squeal in joy. They are truly the manifestation of Mista’s soul. That thought makes Giorno smile. As much as he annoys him, he is happy to have him.
‘California Girls’ starts playing on the radio and Mista and the Pistols scream in joy and sing the song off key. At the red traffic light Giorno looks at him and shakes his head “Dio mio.”
They drive outside the city and notice a large building far away from the coast and Mista asks, “Yo is that a prison?” as he proceeds to google it “Interesting, that’s the Green Dolphin Street Prison.” Giorno humms. He feels a strange presence coming from its direction but shakes it off, it’s probably just his memories of Polpo playing tricks on him. As they increase the distance to the prison, the feeling gets weaker.
Mista looks at his boss “You good?” “Yeah, it’s… nothing. Just a little jet lagged, I guess.”
What is this feeling?
At the beach house Giorno sits on his laptop and investigates. He opens the website of the prison but can’t find anything interesting, so he calls Polnareff- or better said, a clan member who will put Giorno on speaker for Polnareff.
“What’s up?”
“Remember when you said that Joseph and Jotaro could feel my Pa- DIo’s presence?”
“Yeah.”
“Did they describe that feeling?”
Polnareff takes a minute to rummage through his memories “Not that I know. Why are you asking?”
Giorno sighs “Mista and I drove past a prison today and I kinda felt a presence. It felt as if I was connected to it, you know. Imma head there again tomorrow… Did Jotaro have a kid or are there any other relatives?”
“We haven’t spoken in ages, Giorno. I’m sorry but I don’t know.”
“Alright… thanks, man.”
“No problem, take care.”
They hang up. No vacation for the Don, then.