Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20200104042559/@comment-34928186-20200105004208

Feed Her To The Wolves wrote: Mista, Narancia, and Fugo had tagged along with Bruno and would try to help out wherever they could. They had no problem getting back to their normal routine after Diavolo's inevitable end, and even felt as if a weight had been lifted off their chests. Fugo was still mad that they even attempted such a thing, but he was glad that everyone turned out alright. Laid on the table before them were a few pastries and tea- 4 slices exactly.

Mista stared at the four even cut slices, his lips curled back in disgust as he tilted his chair back as far as he could, sending desperate looks towards Narancia and Fugo. "There's four of them. One of you guys, grab a slice and eat it!" He barked towards the two, neither of which made a move. Fugo simply took a sip of his tea, watching Narancia from the corner of his eye as the boy attempted to solve a math problem.

"Uh... 4 x 2... 6!" Narancia proudly raised his messy writing up to Fugo, whose glare quickly shut him down. "No, Narancia. You have four-"

"FUGO! SHUT UP!" Mista cried aloud.

Fugo slammed his cup down, the porcelain shattering as the liquid gathered in a puddle. "IT'S A GOD DAMN NUMBER YOU DUMBASS, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER."

Giorno leaned against his desk, tracing a finger over the wood, identifying the many crevices that were lined within it. Becoming Boss wasn't the most exhilarating thing, but it helped him achieve his dream, and now with more resources at his disposable he could keep the town and its people safe. Even then, he missed the exciting adventure they had, the family they had formed. Or rather, the family he had been introduced to. It was hard for him to believe that Diavolo used to exist here, in this space, at a different point of time. Nowadays he spent his hours reading up on reports on crime in the area. Lately a group of drug holders had been bothering him a bit, but it wasn't something he couldn't overcome. He'd planned to investigate them himself. "Stop shouting! I am trying to cook!" Bruno shouted at the top of his lungs. He had no time to deal with them! It was no fair to him. He gritted his teeth and then began to cut once more before he heard the...bloody fucking math start. He couldn't stand when they made fun of Narancia for not knowing math. It wasn't his fault- Well...he tried to teach Narancia math, but the boy would never sit still. It's like he had an avert aversion to learning. He tapped his finger on the table refusing to get up from it rolling his eyes. When finally he had finished whatever he was about to do.

Walking into the dining room of the empty place he put down a full bowl of chicken alfredo and pizza mahrgerita. He told them to keep their hands to themselves and all divided it evenly. He would not have them arguing over everything. There were a few pieces left and Abbachio walked over, "Who are those for? Us?" Abbachio was about to reach for them when he got smacked by a kitchen mit, "No! Those are for someone! Cattivo ragazzo! Mama mia..." he put his hands on his face and gritted his teeth, but once he turned around someone took the piece and he was about to scold them until he was met with his stand in adopted daughter Trish Una.

All of them were his children and he loved them all to death so when he found himself wanting to scream again. "Trish! Why did you scare us?" Abbachio called out and she just moved over to Fugo using his jacket to wipe off her hands, "Did you get me my mineral water Bruno?" and with that she was handed exactly what she wanted when she sat down, "Hiya."