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Harsh rain did a number on the garden, mucking up the cobblestone and breaking petals off the roses. From his office he looked down, admiring the earth as it washed away what wasn't strong enough to withstand its might. The man hummed to himself, a soft smile on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, annoyed by his ponytail being against his back. He tossed it over his shoulder, just as the door to his office opened.
"Don Giovanna." He heard. The blonde smirked, swiveling around to greet his guest. The other blond in front of him looked haggard. His green suit was drenched. It was obvious where he just was. "I... I looked everywhere before the rain got bad. I'm sorry, I couldn't find her-"
"It's alright, Fugo. I told you it would be fine." He chuckled, "Princess will return after the storm. Cats are very resourceful by nature."
"I-I know. But it's so hard to clean her fur after a heavy storm. Sometimes I wish you had a dark-colored cat." Giorno laughed again, turning back around in his chair to look out at the storm. " I hope Princess is okay... It's really raging out there."
"I'm a little more worried about Bucciarati, " Giorno scoffed, "He and Y/n went to lunch in this mess."
"Are you genuinely worried or-"
"More 'amused' worried. They're going to return soaked to the bone." Giorno's good mood was contagious. Fugo even snickered. They both stared out the window. The distance was nothing but grey, rain keeping the far sights from view. All they could see was nature taking it's frustrations out on Giorno's prized garden. Fugo tapped his chin, walking closer to the window to get a better look.
"Oh, boss, your roses."
"It's fine." He shrugged, " I can always grow more." The man poked a pen on his desk, the thick metal casing turning to a pulpy vine. From the pulpy vine bloomed another rose, perfectly blossoming before his eyes. "After all, I grow the most beautiful roses in the country."
"I wonder why," Fugo scoffed, walking around the desk to admire the rose from a different angle. The door to the office opened and two young men attempted to enter. Fugo shot them a glare and they closed the door back, knocking on it lamely after being kicked out. Giorno's smiley mood continued and Fugo just groaned. "State your business-"
"Geez, Fugo, just let us in!" The older man groaned, "Giorno, come on!"
"You can come in, Mista." Giorno agreed. The older man cheered, entering the office with a cheesy grin. The younger one behind him just pouted and stayed in the doorway. "...Narancia, you can come in too-"
"Thanks, Giorno!" He threw himself on the office couch in an instant, taking up the entire loveseat without a care in the world. Fugo took in a sharp breath, almost bursting at the seams.
"GET YOUR FEET OFF THE COUCH!"
"Giorno doesn't mind. Why should you-?"
"NARANCIA THAT COUCH IS EXPENSIVE!"
"You gonna weigh in on this or?" Mista whispered, leaning over his boss's desk as they continued to argue. Giorno shook his head, continuing to watch Narancia and Fugo's shouting match. "Anyway, I'm starving, we came in here to ask if you wanted to go get some lunch."
"That does sound nice..." Giorno mumbled. He opened his desk drawer, his phone lazily laying on a lot of papers. "Let me tell my consigliere where I'm going... Since he's out right now."
The rain was light in Napoli, the mist romantically enveloping you as you splashed through the streets. The tall dreamy consigliere was holding you close, his hand on your waist and his other holding the umbrella over you both. You laughed, leaning against his chest. The sweet sound of your laughter making him blush. Anyone walking by was warmed by the sight. The looks became too much and Bruno shook you off. You didn't mind, continuing to walk with him.
"Thank you for taking me to lunch." You swayed cutely, accidentally getting wet as you tried to look at him and walk. He was always melted by your smile. "Do we have to go back to Giorno now?"
"Actually, I have an appointment on the other half of town. I'm afraid you're going to have to return to the office alone."
"BOO." That disembodied voice did well to project your thoughts, but that didn't make it any less annoying. The sentient being manifest like smoke from behind you, floating hands and a face like a comedy mask... though, he seemed perturbed. "Bucciarati, Are you cheating on us?"
"Hill!" You scolded, avoiding your boyfriends eyes. "shut up!"
"No, Melancholy Hill," Bruno chuckled, "I am not cheating. It's just an appointment." His phone buzzed in his pocket and without a thought, Bruno took a look at it. He read the text in an instant and seemed more relieved. "Ah, good. Giorno is going to lunch at Libeccio. You can meet him there. I'll catch up with you a little later. Alright, Tesoro?" The cute way he titled his head to the side did keep you at ease and you nodded. He pecked your forehead, handing you the umbrella. "Try not to get in too much trouble while I'm gone."
"No promises." Hill muttered, which made you roll your eyes but you didn't seem opposed. Bucciarati began to walk down the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder as he walked away and giving you a cute little wave. You swooned as he disappeared into the rain. "...Man, how did we land that guy? We suck."
"I know right." You groaned, turning on your heel and continuing down the sidewalk. You didn't know if you were heading the right way, but you knew you'd find your way to Libeccio eventually. "Bucciarati is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
"Hey, me too."
"...You're an extension of my soul."
"Oh yeah," Hill dawdled, scratching his nonexistent chin. You chuckle, continuing on with more of a pep in your step. The foot traffic around Napoli was lighter than it was earlier. There was barely anyone on the street. Pedestrian started to stand out to you as you made your way along. You started to wonder about them. Where were they going? What were they doing? All the while, eyes on you thought the very same thing.
"Y/n, You made it." Giorno said with a smile, sitting at a table full of friends as you made your way into the restaurant. Mista and Abbachio were talking when you entered, pausing briefly to both greet you. Narancia barely acknowledged you, burying his face in his food. He must have skipped breakfast. Fugo had given up on scolding him and greeted you with full attention. "Have a seat. Take Bucciarati's, he won't be able to make it."
"Thanks, Giorno." You sat down, immediately looking to Fugo as you did. "Sorry I got lost."
"I knew I should have arranged for you to be picked up." He lamented, "In any event, you're here now."
"Are you hungry? Let me order you something-"
"I'm fine, Giorno. Bucciarati took me to lunch." You waved him off, but you were still eyeing the spread. The table was filled with food, the smell was alluring and the sight irresistible. It made the blonde smirk.
"You sure?"
"...Maaaaybe something light." You admitted. Giorno wasn't a normal patron. When he raised his hand in the air and snapped his fingers, waiters were at attention in seconds. It always put you in awe. A young man was at your table's side so quick that you were sure he teleported. He leaned down to hear Giorno better, all smiles and ready to serve.
"Yes, sir?"
"Pardon me," Giorno started, genuinely sorry to disturb the server. "I'd like to order some spaghetti for my friend here. She just arrived."
"Yes, sir, I'll get that right out for you!"
"Grazie." Giorno almost went unheard, as the man was already on his way to the kitchen. Considering that Giorno was known here to be a generous tipper and you know... the other thing he's known for, they were often eager to help him with whatever he needed. You leaned back in your chair to look at the leaving server, a man entering the restaurant catching your eye. The heavy cloak was offputting and dingy. It looked like a relic, hanging barely from the figure's shoulders. The hood drooped in such a way that you could make out no details. The figure was looking around and then looked at you. Though you saw no eyes, you felt as if you had made eye contact with the darkness of the hood.
While you were busy, the conversation of the table continued without you. Abbachio flipped his hair behind his shoulder, turning to you and not noticing your distraction. It did bring your state to Giorno's attention. The blonde raised a brow.
"Y/n," Abbachio groaned, "Tell Mista that's not how Radio's work."
"Oh, and I supposed you know ALL about how radio's work." Mista complained. He turned to you for help but you were staring out into the dining room. "...Hey, Y/n." You snapped to Mista, a little startled to hear your name. "...You okay?"
"Yeah, I just," You looked back into the dining room. the cloaked figure was no longer standing there. You assumed he was seated and shelved the memory for now. "I don't know. I zoned out. What's going on?"
"Abbachio is trying to tell me that not all radios have the same channels."
"... They don't?" You argued, partially unsure what you were arguing for or against, "Isn't it based on where you are?"
"Yeah, but the 108 F.M is the same 108 F.M all over-"
"Yeah, in Italy maybe," Fugo added, "but what about other parts of the world? Do you really think Australian has the same music on the radio as we do?"
"How the hell should I know!?" Mista argued. That got a laugh from you and Narancia, though Abbachio and Fugo remained baffled. "When do they change?"
"You need to get out more." Leone started, taking a drink of wine. That sentiment seemed to be agreed upon. Mista threw himself back in his chair and admitted defeat.