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“Naraaaaaa” jolly, high-pitched voice woke him up.
Narancia rubbed his eyes semi-annoyed. ‘Didn’t Mista specifically say this wouldn’t happen this morning?’ He asked himself. He sighed and got up, stretching himself once he did.
“Go find Mista, he wants you!”
“Good mornin’… err, five.” He couldn’t be angry because his boyfriend’s stand was also in love with him. They just weren’t good at expressing their love, especially five. Narancia always made sure to give extra leniency to him. He clearly loved him so dearly; it would hurt his feelings if he told him to stop. So, he never did.
“Please don’t wake me up again. I-I mean I love you but it’s Sunday, I wanna sleep.” Narancia put some earphones in, putting on some random playlist that could have been Mista’s, and grimaced and closed his eyes after he said that. ‘Wait, was I too mean?'
“Of course, sorry!” Five squeaked. No tears this time, luckily. No hurt, either. “I’s okay, don’t worry.”
Narancia slowly walked towards the kitchen, greeted by the smell of coffee and toast. He looked around for Mista, giving up when he saw he wasn’t in the kitchen. “Mornin’ Guido!” He called out. No response.
Except, he heard distant laughing, he wasn’t bothered with figuring out where in the house, yet. ‘Damn it, is he trying to scare me again?’ Whatever. If he wanted to play that game, he could. Feeling, a bit cheeky, Narancia called out again. “It’s okay. I’ll just have to find you!”
He snuck around the whole house, checking behind every curtain, corner, anything. No Mista. Until he heard a faint, recognizable wail of pain coming from the front of the house. “Ah! Goddamn it!” All other strange noises was drowned out by his stupidly loud music. The second Narancia heard it, he was bounding to the lounge room.
The scene he entered to was quite unfortunate. His boyfriend was holding his head with one of his hands, while being on his hands and knees. He looked up helplessly at his love, chuckling while still moaning in exaggerated pain. “Owww, does the universe hate me or something? This is the third fucken time!”
“That’s karma for waking me up!” Narancia smirked. “But how did you sneak past without me seeing?” He was too distracted with a good song starting to pay attention to his man on the floor.
“You’re wearing those headphones.” Of course, Mista had to point at his face. But he was right, his partner was indeed wearing earphones. Now standing up, he moved closer to Narancia. “Ah, wait? Since when did you like Red Hot Chili Peppers?” Completely ignoring the fact it meant his music was way too loud, he paused.
“Oh, that’s what that is?” He legitimately liked that song. Focusing on the lyrics, he realized he liked it even more. ‘I said now, I’ll take it, it’s better for you, somehow we’ll make it, cause that’s what we do!’ “Well, I do like this song…” He mumbled.
“Really? It’s like my favorite!” Mista was excited his partner was finally coming around to enjoying his favorite bands, especially one of his favorite songs.
“What’s the name?”
“Make you feel better… yeah, not that creative, I know.” He was very visibly smiling. God did Narancia love that. “But I still love it. I know I say this about every song, but it really does remind me of us.” He was now leaning on the same bookshelf he injured himself on.
“Alright, but uh, are you okay? You seemed pretty hurt when I came in.” Narancia wasn’t actually that concerned. After all, both of them were in the mafia, it would take much more than bumping his head on a bookshelf to kill him.
"Mmm yeah, I'm fine."
The two then go off to make some bacon and pancakes for breakfast, with sex pistols attempting to help.
Mista sat next to Narancia with one arm around him, shooting him a dorky smile while balancing his plate on his lap. "See, I told ya you should get into the Chili Peppers!"
"Yeah yeah, I know!" Narancia broke off half of one of his pancakes for his beloved boyfriend's stands to eat. "And you know what? You really do Make me feel better, Mista."