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The gang was traveling on a yacht together, on their way to Polpo’s treasure.
The weather was just the right warmth, it was a typical summer day but it was undeniably windy.
Abbacchio and Bruno were discussing what they will be doing when they arrive at their destination and the others were sitting on the edge of the ship, eating lunch.
The menu unfortunately didn’t have that many options as there was no menu and no one on the ship except Bruno, who was busy, knew how to cook.
So they were all eating the very convenient canned tuna.
It was kinda yucky.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew their way. It was so strong that Narancia’s boombox flew right of the ship and into the dark waters below.
”Aw shucks! My family heirloom boombox…” said Narancia, his tone was noticably melancholic.
The boombox was all he had left from his grandma who used to be a well renowned rapper.
”Dont worry bro I’ll get you a new one, it’ll be even shinier!” said Mista with a chatismatic wink at the end.
This wiped Narancia’s grimace away immediately.
Little did he know, the boombox was already kinda damaged from the drink that Mista had poured on it prior to these events.He was feeling guilty about it anyway.
Quickly another gust of wind blew and what this one blew away was much more groundbreaking.
It blew away Mista’s hat, and exposed the breathtaking view that was lying underneath.
When they caught a sight of his head, all of their expressions twisted into a look of surprise maybe even admiration.
His hair was long, unusually long. It reached to just about the end of his hips.
It was dark brown but it reflected the light to a degree akin to a mirror which made the hair appear as if it was sparkling under the sun.
It made Mista look like he was blessed by the sun rays as he also started glowing thanks to his hair.
It was wavy like the waves of the sea and was neatly styled in some sort of a natural blowout? What?
Fugo broke the silence “Dude…why do you even wear that hat?You must be crazy or something. You’re doing an injustice to your hair…”
Giorno nodded. He wasn’t the type to get jealous easily but even he felt insecure about his hair, sitting next to Mista.
”You indeed have beautiful hair, Mista. Quite unexpected aswell…It’s such a shame you choose to cover it” said Giorno.
Narancia whispered “Yea I thought you were bald fr”
Mista was flustered by all the compliments. He felt his face getting red.
”Uh well, it gets in the way ya know?”
As he was talking, a large bird appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Mista by his flowing and glistening hair and swiftly abducted him.
Bruno, who saw this, used his stand to make a zipper on the bird and used it as a gate to get to Mista.
”Sticky Fingers!”
Turns out this wasn’t a good plan as he wasn’t able to re-open a zipper on the boat after he got on the bird.
Abbacchio screamed in agony, as Bruno was taken from him.
(and later cried in a corner somewhere)
That was the last time Bruno and Mista were seen.