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Underneath Our Noses
Giorno and Fugo rang Narancia and Mista’s doorbell, waiting patiently.
“Just a sec!” Mista yelled. He sounds like they were in a rush.
“The two live together, but I can hear them tumbling around,” Giorno said. “Are they late for their date? The date that they agreed to?”
Fugo sighed. “Those two idiots.” He pounded on the door. “Come on. It’s getting dark. Do you want the stores and businesses closed on your date?”
Narancia opened the door, looking fancy in his suit. Mista less so, but he wore something different. A cat, a British shorthair, was also in his hands.
“Is that Lil Meow Meow?” Fugo asked as he walked in.
“Yeah, and he’s a good boy!” Narancia tried to convince him.
He looked at the scratched furniture and curtains. “I can tell.”
“He’s so soft and fluffy.” Mista handed him the cat. “Take care of our baby.”
Giorno got into the apartment. “Don’t worry. He’s in good hands. Have fun on your—” Something smelt awful, and it came from the bathroom.
“We will!” Narancia took Mista’s hand. “Don’t have too much fun in our house, though!”
They left, leaving the blond couple alone with their cat.
“Yeesh, finally,” Fugo said as he closed the door. “This will be—what is that smell? Don’t tell me one of those two forgot to flush?”
“I’ll find out.” Giorno went into the bathroom. Nothing was unusual except the cat litter needed to be scooped. “It’s just cat poop.”
“Disgusting! How long was that there?”
“The cat didn’t cover it.”
Fugo looked at the cat in his arms. “Seriously?” The cat growled, and his ears went flat. He immediately put Lil Meow Meow down, and the cat hissed. “I knew this cat was a demon!”
Giorno rushed out of the bathroom after cleaning the mess. When he returned, Lil Meow Meow back Fugo, broom in hand, into a corner.
“Get him away from me!” he panicked.
Giorno knelt and brought his hand out. “Pspspsp!”
The cat turned around, sniffing his hand before rubbing himself against it.
“Why does he hate me?”
“Maybe because he never got to sniff you.”
“Tch. I was holding him. He should’ve had my scent. Whatever. I’m going to watch TV and doze off. Want to join me?”
“Let me check the cat’s food bowl first.” Giorno went into the kitchen and saw his bowl lacked food. He refilled it before sitting with Fugo in the living room. His boyfriend flipped through the channels. “Nothing good is on. Should we watch some of the movies they have here?”
“I already watched all of them.”
Lil Meow Meow sat on Giorno’s lap, watching TV with them. He looked bored, but Fugo switched to a nature channel, grabbing the cat’s attention. A lion devoured a zebra. Sharp fangs ripped apart the zebra’s legs. Lil Meow Meow got into it until Fugo switched the channel again. Angered, he clawed Fugo’s legs, hissing with ears flattened.
“What the hell?” Fugo glared at the cat.
“I think he was watching the nature channel,” Giorno said. “Put it back.”
“But we went on a date to the zoo two days ago.”
“Lil Meow Meow wasn’t with us. You wanted to doze off, right? You can doze off while watching the nature channel.”
“I supposed we could watch it.” Fugo switched the channel back. Lil Meow Meow seems happier now. “What a violent cat. Of course, he would enjoy watching this.”
“Did you know cats play with their prey before eating them?”
“Another reason why I’m a dog person.”
After a few minutes, the blonds dozed off, and the channel no longer showed lions in the wild but commercials, boring the cat once again. Lil Meow Meow got off Giorno’s lap and decided to do cat things.
-
Giorno slowly woke up, and the channel was still on the nature documentary but discussed polar bears. Fugo rested on his lap, but Lil Meow Meow wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Giorno tapped his boyfriend awake, causing him to hum as he woke.
“Are they back yet?” Fugo asked, turning in his lap to face him.
“No, but don’t panic.”
“Why would I panic?”
“Lil Meow Meow is gone.”
Fugo sat up. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
Fugo grabbed the remote and switched the channels again. He changed it to the news, and the reporter announced an increase in cat slaughters near their area.
“Okay, I’m worried now,” Fugo said.
“He’s probably somewhere,” Giorno said. “Come on. Let’s find him.”
They searched the rooms but couldn’t find the cat.
“Where the heck is this cat?” Fugo questioned.
“Maybe we didn’t search thoroughly enough. Let’s check if Meow Meow hid in something or a small gap.”
Giorno checked the kitchen, using Golden Experience to sense where Lil Meow Meow was. Meanwhile, Fugo went into his friends’ bedroom and searched the drawers, closet, and under the bed. No luck. The two returned to the living room.
“I think he might’ve gotten out, but how?” Fugo questioned.
“I don’t think he did. The windows and doors were closed the entire time. Do you think he might’ve snuck around rooms while we kept searching?”
“Yeah. Maybe we could use a treat or catnip to draw him out.”
Giorno headed to the kitchen and searched the drawers for bait to draw Lil Meow Meow from hiding. He took a bag of catnip and poured some onto the cat scratch post. Lil Meow Meow showed himself, revealing that he hid underneath the couch.
“Right underneath our noses,” Giorno remarked.
Fugo got a text message on his cell phone. “They’re returning soon. Let’s just play with the cat.”
“I think that’s a good idea. I’ll watch him while you search for some toys.”
Friday, May 26, 2023
Honeymoon in Chiang Mai
The day after their wedding, Giorno and Fugo took a plane to Chiang Mai, Thailand. Mista had everything under control while they were gone, and Sheila assisted and guarded him.
Their flight was long, taking about 10 or 11 hours, which gave them time to rest. The plane landed, and it was morning, but they took a taxi to Na Nirand Restort to unpack. The room they resided in was small and cozy. There was also a safe to store their valuables.
“What shall we do?” Fugo asked.
“Perhaps we should eat first,” Giorno suggested. “Want to eat here?”
He nodded, and the two went to the restaurant inside the resort, eating outside since the weather was pleasant. It was quiet, too, except for the bugs screaming. The couple looked through the menu and then waited once a server took their order.
“I was thinking that we should head to Doi Inthanon National Park after this,” Giorno said, breaking the river’s trance on Fugo. “I couldn’t stand sitting around in that plane.”
“I was going to suggest that also since you like nature so much. I know we just got here, but this place feels so calming. I was worried there would be screaming children here.”
Their server came by, dropping off their fruity drinks and desserts. The stacks of food the restaurant gave them were tiny.
“Oh, this looks too adorable to eat.” Fugo eyed the carrot cake, strawberry cake, and tiny burger.
“Too beautiful to eat, but I’m hungry.” Giorno grabbed the small chopped fruits and ate them.
“Is this fruit sauce? What is this for? Hmm.” He poured the red sauce into the strawberry cake. “Oh wow.”
The blonds ate and finished their drinks, heading to the national park soon after. They followed the trail. It was rainy the day before, so the ground was soggy, and the planks were slippery. However, there was that fresh pine aroma lingering in the air. Birds chirped as they walked around.
“This place is stunning,” Giorno commented as they continued walking.
Fugo saw a green-tailed sunbird and took a picture with his camera, causing the bird to fly off. “I got a picture for you.” He showed the bird on his camera, causing them to take a step off the trail to stop.
“Such vibrant colors. You never see these birds in Naples.”
They continued walking.
“Do we even have birds like these at home? You’re more into nature than I am.”
“I’ve been too busy to focus on things like that. Maybe next time, I’ll find out. Oh, do you know that bird you took a picture of is a male? The females aren’t as colorful.”
Fugo giggled. “Are you an ornithologist now?”
“No, but I remember my mother talking about a scary bird she saw in Egypt. I wanted to know what type of bird it was, so I could scare her, but that no longer matters now. Come on. We’re almost to the top.”
They reached the top of the tallest point in Thailand and left a coin. On their way to the bottom, the weather shrouded the area in clouds, making it look mystical.
Since there was still time to kill, they headed to Wat Chedi Luang. There were many temple complexes, most built in the northern Thai style architecture from the Lanna Dynasty.
“Are you religious?” Fugo asked while they explored. “I can’t believe I never asked that before, even though we just married.”
“I’m just as religious as you are.” Giorno stopped to look at his map. “And yeah, I can’t believe I never asked that before too. There should be a golden temple around here, but—agh!” The clouds lifted, and the sun shined on Wat Phra Singh, blinding onlookers with light.
“Gees!” Fugo shrouded his eyes.
“It wasn’t that bright in the photos I’ve seen. Want to head inside?”
“Sure, but my eyes need to adjust to the brightness.”
Giorno held Fugo’s hand and took him inside. A big giant golden statue of Buddha greeted them.
“Wow.” Giorno looked at the other small golden statues. “Is this all made out of gold?”
“Don’t know.” Fugo shrugged. “When you told me we were heading to Chiang Mai, I searched a few things about this place. Someone in 1367 brought the statue from Sri Lanka to this place. The person had to have brought it in parts.”
Giorno's stomach growled.
“I knew those small snacks wouldn’t fill you up,” Fugo remarked. “Maybe we could head somewhere to eat.”
“Oh? Where are we headed to?”
“It’s a secret, but does khao soi sound good to you?”
-
The two walked a few blocks to a small restaurant in an alley, a spot most tourists would overlook. It was an outdoor dining area, plants decorated the walls, and a tin roof covered the place should it rain. The place wasn’t fancy either. Most of the chairs were plastic and didn’t match. But plenty of people sat and ate, and the aroma of beef and unknown spices filled their nostrils, tempting them to stand in line.
“How’d you find this place?” Giorno asked.
“Before we left, I searched for places to eat on Google Maps. I wasn’t picky.”
The line wasn’t too long or short, but they got in and waited. Plenty of food was on their menu, but the couple wanted to try some beef khao soi. After waiting and watching someone cook behind the counter, they received their big bowl. They sat down and ate with spoons and chopsticks. Fugo took the first bite, eating the beef.
“Oh, this is good. I’ve never had anything like this before,” Fugo commented.
Giorno took a bite and took a sip of the broth. “Creamy with a nutty taste. I think I saw someone put some coconut milk powder on it.”
“Spicy! Hot!”
“Can you handle it?”
Fugo sweated. “Y-yeah.”
Thankfully, they were hungry enough to empty the never-ending bowl.
“Want to head to the zoo?” Fugo asked.
“Yeah, which one are we heading to?”
“We could visit the tigers or the one with the elephants.”
Giorno thought deeply for a few seconds. “Let’s go see the elephants. I’ve never seen one except in pictures. Someone told me that elephants in Asia are different from the ones in Africa, and I’ve only seen the ones in Africa.”
The two left, taking a cab to the Elephant Pride Sanctuary. Once they went in, they saw people playing, petting, feeding, and washing the elephants.
“I thought they’d be a lot bigger, like the size of giants,” Giorno said.
“Same.”
The elephants were still big, just not in the way they thought.
“I’m going to get closer to one of them,” Giorno said.
They got close to one of them. Somebody handed Giorno a sugar cane, and he fed it to one of the elephants.
“Oh, I see the difference now,” he said. “It’s the ears. This one has smaller ears than the African ones and is hairy.”
“I noticed the two lumps on its head, too,” Fugo commented. “And some don’t have tusks. I think it’s the females that lack them.”
They continued talking around, learning about the elephants and the sanctuary. Afterward, they helped make medicine and changed their clothes somewhere to participate in the mud spa, where they gave the elephants treatment and washed them. The water was freezing, but they had fun and got muddied.
Daylight was dying, and Giorno and Fugo cleaned the mud off them, dried up, and left, heading to the night market.
-
The blonds were somewhere in a crowded street. Musicians played music in the middle of the streets, food stalls were everywhere, and vendors sold things for under $1. There were so many colorful lights.
The two bought things for their friends. Fugo found an article of black gothic-looking clothing that reminded him of Abbacchio and bought some incense for Sheila. Meanwhile, Giorno looked for some Trish would want. Giorno wanted to ask Fugo what month was Trish’s birthday so he could get her some jewelry with her birthstone, but he doubted he knew since Fugo didn’t think much of Trish. Perhaps this pink bracelet would make a fine gift. After buying it, he bumped into Fugo, but a jazzy song distracted them.
“Is that a Miles Davis song I hear?” Fugo asked. “That’s Bucciarati’s favorite musician. He would’ve loved it here.”
“Did you buy anything interesting?” Giorno asked. “I bought gifts for everyone back home but got this pink and gold fan for myself. I even bought a gift for you. The vendor told me this crystal necklace has some calming power, but I think she made that up so people could buy it.”
“I also bought things for everyone, including you and myself. I got you an elephant plushie and bought a whole bag of peanuts for us to snack on. I’m not hungry, and I doubt I’ll be because of that big bowl we had for lunch. What about you?”
“I’ve walked around a lot, but I’m not hungry. Shall we head back?”
“Yes, please. My legs are screaming. I need a rest.”
Tuesday, May 23, 2023
Phasmophobia with the Boys
Giorno had just finished his homework and was about to play a game on his computer until Fugo sent him a message on Discord.
“Babe, check your Steam. I bought you something,” it read.
He got on Steam and received a gift from Fugo. It was Phasmophobia.
“Thanks,” he texted. “But what’s this game about?”
“Four people hunt a ghost. Narancia and Mista want us to play it.”
“Mista’s aware that there will be four of us, right?”
“Narancia and I had to convince him it’ll be five if we include the ghost. I know you usually play a game at this time, but could you maybe wait and install this?”
“Sure, I already have it downloaded. It’s installing quickly.”
A few minutes passed, and Phasmophobia finished installing.
“It’s done,” Giorno texted him.
“Excellent,” Fugo replied in text. “Could you join the voice chat? Here’s the code to join our game.”
“Sure, give me a second.” Giorno searched for his headset, and once he found it, he turned off all the lights in his room and joined the call.
“Giorno, hey!” Narancia’s microphone sounded distorted.
“What the hell?” Fugo commented. “Why does it sound like your mic is in your throat?”
He giggled. “Do you want to know?”
“Sorry, I was getting some chips and a soft drink,” Mista said. “Sup, Giorno!”
Giorno brought the mic close to his mouth. “Hey, I’m doing alright.”
“No, Giorno!” Fugo cried. “Not you too!”
“Just do you know, I have no idea how to play this,” he said in his normal voice.
“Well, there’s only one available map to you,” Narancia explained. “Don’t worry. It’s easy. Just let us do everything.”
“Let Giorno help,” Fugo said. “Here’s the code to join us. Oh, and we’ll use the game chat to talk. Mute the Discord call unless you die.”
Giorno got on Phasmophobia, clicked on multiplayer, and copied and pasted the code to join their private game. Once he joined the server, he saw a blond-haired guy, a brown-haired guy, and a brown-haired woman.
“Giorno, change your player model,” Mista said. “If you want. Click on the board.”
“Wait, Mista, is that you?” he asked. “Are you a woman?”
“I don’t want four guys.”
Giorno changed to an Asian woman. “There’s three white men to pick from and no Asian guys.”
“Oh, I can change into a guy now. Except, I don’t want to. Alright, which map are we voting on?”
“6 Tanglewood Drive,” Fugo answered. “This is Giorno’s first time. I’ll also bring everything.”
“Everything?” Narancia said. “Sweet!”
“Don’t mess this up! I’m looking at you and Mista. Wait, where’s Mista?”
Mista was upstairs playing basketball.
“Ugh, let’s just go,” Fugo said. “Tell me him to come down here. Okay, Giorno, what equipment do you want? You can only handle three things, but you’ll need a flashlight, which takes up a slot.”
Giorno looked at the equipment. “I don’t have to buy all this?”
“No, I have everything covered.”
“I’ll take the spirit box and the camera.”
“Alright, so you’ll be in charge of taking photos of the bones and cursed objects. You can take a picture of the ghost, but I wouldn’t risk it. Also, if anyone dies, take a picture of their bodies. You can only take five photos with each camera. When using the spirit box, you want to keep the lights off and, depending on how the ghost will respond, either alone or in a group. However, some ghosts will not respond to it. Once we find the ghost’s favorite room, you’ll want a response as soon as possible. Any more questions?”
“No,” Giorno replied.
“Alright.” Fugo turned around to see if Narancia and Mista were there. They weren’t. Both of them were playing basketball. “Oh my god, these idiots.” He went upstairs. “Come on! We have a ghost to hunt.”
The three came down.
“Alright, click on the board when you’re ready. Since this is Giorno’s first time, we’ll play on amateur.”
Giorno readied up, and so was everybody else. The game then teleported them into a truck.
“Alright, do you see this board right here?” Fugo guided him. “This is the ghost’s name and how they respond to it. There are also optional things for us to do, but we’ll ignore that for now. It looks like Yoshihiro Kira responds to people who are alone. Oh, and as for the map, that’s important too. And that bar right there, that’s our sanity. The lower it is, the ghost will target you for it when it triggers a hunt.”
“Um, I think the ghost targets anyone indiscriminately regardless of sanity, except for the banshee,” Narancia said.
“Whatever. Just make sure it’s not low.”
“How long have you guys been playing this?” Giorno asked.
“I bought it a week ago,” Fugo answered. “But the others had it longer.”
“And somehow you’re a higher level than us,” Narancia commented.
“I played it by myself. That’s also how I’m filthy rich.”
“Hey, Fugo,” Mista said. “You’re not the richest guy in the group.”
“Oh? Please explain.”
“The game gave me 200 cameras, and I sold them all.”
“200? How?”
“I don’t know!”
“Alright.” Fugo walked to the truck’s door and grabbed the key. “Let’s go!”
He pushed the button to open the door and headed inside.
“Oh, Giorno,” Fugo spoke on the radio, “make sure you turn on the lights, or your sanity will drain.”
Giorno checked the blue room, and nothing was there. Then he headed to the baby's room, found a right humerus next to the wardrobe, and photoed the bone with his camera. “Found a bone in the baby’s room. Is the ghost here?”
“I’ll need to check,” Fugo said. “I have the thermometer. I was in the kitchen, and the temperature was 17 degrees Celsius.”
“I have a camera,” Mista said. “I’ll see if there are any ghost orbs.”
The lights in the room suddenly went off.
“Who?” Narancia panicked.
“Someone head to the garage,” Fugo said. “That’s where the fuse box is.”
“Ugh, I’ll get it,” Mista said.
The lights came on, and Fugo was there.
“Hey!” he said. “I could’ve gotten the lights, but I wanted to see how you were doing. Are you enjoying the game so far?”
“I wasn’t expecting to find the bone so fast,” Giorno answered. “What’s the temperature in the room?”
“That’s because the house is small. 14 degrees Celsius. It’s not here.”
“Freezing temperatures in the basement,” Mista said. “I can see my breath. There’s also a summoning circle. Giorno, you might want to take a picture of it. God, shit! The chair just moved.”
Narancia laughed. “I’m coming. I also got a lighter for us to summon the ghost.”
Giorno and Fugo came down to the basement.
“Okay,” Fugo started, “the ghost could be a demon, hantu, jinn, moroi, oni, onryo, revenant, shade, mimic, twins, or a yurei. Make sure you circle freezing temperatures. Does anyone have the D.O.T.S.?”
“I do!” Mista said. “I always carry one with me if I’m holding a camera. I’ll place a camera on one of the shelves.”
“Alright, we’ll have to leave Giorno here in the dark.”
“Wait, can I summon the ghost?” Narancia asked.
“Not yet. We want to see if Kira will respond to the spirit box. You’ll want to ask how aggressive it is, where it is, or an age-related question. If it responds, then circle the spirit box as evidence.”
The three left, leaving Giorno to himself in the dark.
“What do you want?” he asked.
Kira did not respond.
“Where are you?”
Nothing.
“How old are you?”
Once again, silence.
“I asked three questions, but the ghost didn’t respond,” Giorno spoke into the radio.
“Yeah, about that,” Fugo said. “You’ll have to repeat some of the questions.”
“Can I summon the ghost now?” Narancia asked.
“Hold on. Everyone, make sure you turn off every electronic. Giorno, once Narancia summons Kira, you’ll want to take a picture quickly and run. The ghost will activate a hunt, and you’ll be unable to leave the house. Hide in a closet or something.”
“Wait, can I change my equipment before we summon the ghost?” Giorno asked. “I don’t like using the spirit box if I have to repeat asking questions.”
“You probably need to say the ghost’s name, but I should’ve figured you’d hate the spirit box. Narancia, do you have the UV flashlight?”
“No, I don’t,” Narancia replied. “I think it’s still in the truck.”
“Then what do you have?”
“The lighter and candle.”
“Do we even have the optional objective to have the ghost snuff out the candle?”
“I didn’t read.”
Fugo sighed. “Of course, you didn’t read. Doesn’t matter. Light the candle.”
“Giorno, could you hand me the camera?”
“Sure,” Giorno said.
Someone switched the lights on, and the three returned to the basement. Giorno dropped the spirit box and camera and headed to the truck, grabbing the UV flashlight.
“I can grab more things. What else should I grab?” Giorno asked.
“I placed a journal in here,” Mista replied. “How about another video camera?”
Giorno took the camera and sprinted back to the basement.
“Okay, good,” Mista commented. “Place the camera in front of the journal.”
He did as Mista said.
“Okay, we’re all set,” Fugo said. “Light the circle!”
Narancia lit the circle, and Yoshihiro Kira appeared. His skin was gray, he still had some of his hair, which was white, and his figure was slim.
“Run!” Fugo yelled.
Everybody except Narancia sprinted out. Giorno went to the blue room and hid in a closet. His heart pounded like the time he asked Fugo out.
“Narancia?” Mista called out on the radio.
The ghost’s footsteps got closer and closer but then went away.
“Is it gone?” Giorno asked on the radio.
“Wait a few seconds,” Fugo replied.
“Hey, guys,” Narancia spoke in the Discord call. “I’m dead and took multiple photos. You’ll need to get another camera.”
“Damn it!’ Fugo responded. “Alright, I think the ghost is gone.”
“We’re going to make that ghost pay!” Mista said. “Where’s the spirit box? I got something to say.”
“I’ll get a camera and photograph Narancia’s body. Mista, do whatever you want. Giorno, stick with me. I’ll take photos of the ghost’s fingerprints. By the way, where are you?”
“I’m in the blue room currently in the closet.” Giorno stepped out and saw Fugo heading towards the exit. He returned a few seconds later.
“Okay, so here’s what you want to do,” Fugo began. “Shine the UV light at doors, except for the exit, light switches, windows, keyboards, and mirrors.”
Giorno and Fugo wandered the house for a bit. They found evidence on the basement door and took a photo.
“Circle fingerprints,” Fugo ordered. “Since we have freezing temperatures and fingerprints, the ghost could be a demon, hantu, or jinn. Since nobody’s in the truck, Giorno, you head over there.”
Giorno returned to the truck.
“The bitch is a demon,” Narancia said.
“I think so, too,” Mista agreed. “And before we check off one last thing, I got something to say to Yoshihiro Kira. You are a nasty little fuck. You know that, leaving your fingerprints all over the place? Fucking clean after yourself, you piece of shit, dumb bitch!”
“Hey, dumbass, you’re talking on the radio,” Fugo reminded him. “Let’s go downstairs to see what he’s doing.”
The couple returned to the basement. Mista had the spirit box in his hand.
“I bet you have dick cheese, you nasty manwhore!” Mista continued to insult, causing Narancia to laugh. “How many kids do you have? One? A hundred? Do you hug your children? I bet you don’t! You’re probably a deadbeat dad who—”
Yoshihiro Kira appeared right in front of Mista and killed him.
“Damn it!” Fugo shouted. “Run again!”
Giorno hid in a locker in the garage.
“Guys, I’m dead,” Mista said.
“I think the ghost is after me,” Fugo said.
Everything was silent. Although Giorno couldn’t tell where the ghost was, he started counting down to guess how long the hunt lasted.
“The ghost is gone,” Fugo said. “Come on. Let’s take a picture of Mista’s body.”
Mista’s body lay next to Narancia’s.
“Perfect,” Fugo commented while taking the picture.
Giorno looked at the journal and noticed violent scribbles on it. “We got evidence of writing!” He brought his journal and circled demon as evidence.
His boyfriend took a photo. “Wow, this went perfectly.”
“Perfectly?” Narancia sounded offended. “We’re dead!”
The couple sprinted to the truck and left.
-
The game returned them to the lobby, bringing them to the board. Since Giorno had the ghost type correct and the team photographed the evidence, he now had more money.
“Should I buy anything?” he asked.
“No, you don’t have to,” Fugo replied. “Do you have 10 Ridgeview Court unlocked?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Perfect! We’ll do that one. I’ll bring everything again. Everyone, click on the board. We’re heading to Ridgeview.”
Everyone readied up. When the four loaded in the truck, Giorno first took the strong flashlight and thermometer but stared at the sound sensors.
“I’m guessing these pick up the ghost’s sounds,” he said.
“Yeah,” Fugo replied. “We should probably use these to locate the ghost’s room. Hmm, what’s the ghost’s name.”
The two checked the board, and the ghost’s name was Reimi Sugimoto. It said she also responds to everyone.
“Since there are four of them, shouldn’t we all grab one?” Giorno was back on topic about the sound sensors. “I was thinking that Narancia and Mista use the EMF readers.”
“Well, I want one person to use the spirit box. Maybe Narancia can have the EMF reader while Mista holds the spirit box.”
“I’m cool with that,” Mista said.
“I have no idea how to use the EMF reader,” Narancia said.
“If it’s at four, run,” Fugo informed. “There’s a low chance the ghost could activate five. Don’t worry. Giorno and I will find the ghost’s room before you two can.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that!”
Everyone grabbed the sound sensors and left the truck. Fugo rushed to the basement to turn on the fuse box and place a sensor on one of the shelves. Giorno placed his near the master bedroom, while Narancia placed one near the garage. Mista planted his sound sensor somewhere in the second-story hallway.
“I just checked the basement room’s temperature,” Fugo said on the radio. “Not cold enough for it to be the ghost room. I’m going upstairs.”
Giorno went to the truck to fetch the UV flashlight while Narancia grabbed a photo camera. While on their way, they noticed the sensors picked up some noise on the second floor.
“Noise on the second floor,” Giorno said on the radio.
“Perfect,” Fugo said. “Aha! There’s a music box in the girl’s bedroom. Also, the temperature is the coldest here, but it’s not freezing.”
“Wait for me!” Narancia said. “I’ll take a photo of the object!”
Narancia sprinted out of the truck.
“I’ll get the cameras,” Mista said.
“I’ll get the D.O.T.S.,” Fugo said.
Giorno walked out of the truck and explored the house for fingerprints on the second floor. Meanwhile, he could hear Narancia communicating with the ghost, and Mista constantly went in and out of the house, placing equipment in the girl’s room.
“Are you friendly?” he asked. “How old are you? How close are you? Are you French?” Narancia would go on repeating the same questions.
“Hey, you might be at that for a while,” Fugo said. “Do you mind dropping your camera?”
“Sure.”
“Giorno, I’m coming to you. Where are you?”
Giorno headed to the girl’s bedroom. “I’m right here.”
His character model approached his. “Oh, perfect! I see you’re carrying a UV flashlight. We’ll be perfect together.”
“Wait!” Narancia stopped them. “If it takes a while for the ghost to appear, can I use the music box?”
“Yes, but you must tell us before you use it,” Fugo turned around and answered. He faced Giorno again. “Let’s check the bathroom and see if she touched the mirror.”
They checked the bathroom, but Reimi hadn’t left any prints yet.
“We have ghost orbs!” Mista said. “I checked the cameras on the truck.”
“I wouldn’t circle that yet,” Fugo said. “It could be a mimic.”
“D.O.T.S.!” Narancia yelled. “Oh god, fuck! The ghost!”
Everyone inside scrambled to find a hiding spot, causing Fugo and Giorno to split up. They ran downstairs. Giorno hid in a locker in the garage, while Fugo hid in the basement.
“I hate this game,” Narancia complained on Discord. “I died in the bathroom upstairs.”
It had been 25 seconds. The hunt should be over.
“Okay, I think it’s over. Circle D.O.T.S. and ghost orbs as evidence. Reimi could be a banshee, raiju, thaye, yokai, or yurei,” Fugo said. “I’m going to go back upstairs.”
Giorno got out of the locker and joined his boyfriend. Once he met up with Fugo, he used the UV flashlight in the bathroom, revealing that Reimi touched te mirror and door.
“It’s a banshee,” Fugo said. “We can go now.”
“Did you take a photo of my body?” Narancia asked.
“Yeah.”
“What about the bones?”
“Forget the bones. Let’s leave.”
They returned to the truck and left, returning to the lobby.
“Man, we can find the ghost quicker when we place those sensors,” Mista commented.
“Why was I the only one dead?” Narancia asked.
“Your body was in the middle of the room,” Fugo said.
“There was no place to hide!”
“Don’t run into the bathroom then. Anyways, are you down for one more?”
“Nah,” Giorno replied. “I’m exhausted, and it’s getting dark. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Oh, later then! I love you!”
“I love you too.”
Giorno quit the game and turned off his computer.
Monday, May 22, 2023
The Search for a Dance Partner: Day After the Dance
Narancia struggled to sleep when he went home after the dance, thinking about the kiss Giorno and Fugo shared. When they were in the hallway, Narancia watched as they made out, feeling left out. He hugged himself, imagined it was them hugging and giving him warmth and fell asleep.
The next day, Narancia woke up alone in bed. Since it was a Sunday, he had no school but needed tutoring. Before he got dressed, he heard raindrops pattering against the roof. He sighed, gazing through the window and watching the gray clouds. There was no time to waste. Narancia quickly brushed his teeth, got his things, and headed to the restaurant.
When Narancia arrived, Mista was the only one there.
“Hey, buddy!” He waved and pulled a seat out for him. “Come on and sit.”
“Where are the others?” He sat down and brought out a sheet of math homework. “Aren’t they usually here?”
“Not sure. How are you, by the way?”
“I’ve…been better.”
“Rainy days, huh? Don’t worry. I hear it’s going to get sunny later on today.”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s—” He sighed, resting his frowned face on his hand. “Nothing.”
“I’ve never seen you this down before. Come on. Tell me.”
“How are you not jealous?”
“Huh? Jealous?”
Narancia blushed, remembering what happened in Venice. “Come on. I saw everything.”
“Wait, are you talking about when Giorno and I had to fight that guy in the helicopter? We stood close to each other, but that’s because we had to stop the helicopter with a tree.”
“Huh? What?”
“Wait, that’s right. You were in the turtle. Were you talking about when we had to go to the port? No, wait! You thought I liked Giorno because I spent more time with him.”
“Yeah.” Not really.
“I spent more time with you guys than I have with Giorno. Honestly, I’m jealous of Abbacchio. I’d love to get closer to Bucciarati.”
“Why don’t you ask Bucciarati out?”
Mista blushed. “What? Are you crazy? Abbacchio would kill me!”
“Would he? Why not ask him if he doesn’t mind sharing?”
“I guess I could. That reminds me, Narancia, you’re close to Fugo. Are you jealous of Giorno? I remember last night at the dance, you looked upset. Did you catch them kissing?”
“Yeah, I saw them kissing, but I don’t know if jealous is the right word. I’m jealous of Giorno and Fugo. I wanted to be with them.”
“Why not ask them out?”
“Fugo is dating Giorno, and I don’t know if Giorno likes me that well or if he wants to share.”
“He has to like you! You’ve been in each other's bodies.”
“We have nothing in common, though!”
“Fugo once approached me, wondering what you thought about him.” Mista laughed. “I told him I didn’t know.”
“What? And you didn’t tell me?”
“He didn’t want me to tell you. He was nervous you’d reject him because he thought you and him had nothing in common. Maybe it’s not too late to ask him out.”
Before Narancia could reply, they heard two people enter the restaurant. It was Fugo and Giorno, and their clothes were dirty and wet. Both of them sat at the table, and Fugo sat next to Narancia while Giorno sat next to Mista.
“What happened to you two?” asked Mista.
“A group of drug dealers jumped us,” Giorno answered. “Fugo finished them off, but the last guy was slippery.” He then looked at Narancia’s paper. “Oh, want us to help you?”
“Yeah. Ugh, classes tomorrow are going to suck,” Narancia complained. “I need a break from all this!”
“It’s raining. Nobody’s able to do much today,” Fugo reminded him. “You’re improving with multiplications. You might be able to do long-division questions. Just in case, let’s do a review. What does 16 times 55 equal to?”
“Um”—he wrote the question and the answer on the paper—“is it this?” He wrote 880.
Fugo smiled. “You did it. Excellent!”
“Nice work,” Giorno commented, patting him on the head.
Narancia blushed. “You two are the greatest. I love—I mean, thanks!”
Giorno looked at the boy, knowing what he was about to say but was unsure if he meant it. “Fugo, I need to discuss something with you. Excuse me. We’ll be back.”
He got up with Fugo and went somewhere far from Narancia’s ears.
“Do you think Narancia has a crush on us?” Giorno asked.
“I don’t know,” Fugo answered. “I asked Mista if Narancia liked me, but he said he didn’t know. Why, do you think?”
“I heard him interrupt himself before he thanked us.”
“I thought so too, but I ignored it. Besides, you and I are together.”
“So, you have no feelings for Narancia?”
“If you didn’t join the gang, I would’ve asked him out.”
“We could both date him. Better now than never, right?”
Fugo looked at Narancia, who waved and smiled at them. He smiled and waved back. “Yeah, but let’s wait til Mista leaves. It feels awkward with him around.”
The blonds returned to the table.
“Well, I feel like I should be going,” Mista said. “This rain is making me drowsy.”
He got up and left, leaving the three of them alone. Giorno took Mista’s seat, making Narancia wedged between the two blonds.
“Hey, Narancia,” Giorno spoke, “are you interested in both of us?”
“Um, what?” The boy’s cheeks reddened.
Fugo scooted closer to him. “Were you about to say you loved us when we praised you?”
He tried to look away from them. “M-maybe. Why?”
“Because we love you too,” Giorno answered.
Before the boy could question anymore, the two blonds kissed his cheeks.
“No way? Is this real?” Narancia touched the spots where the two of them kissed. “Did I die and go to heaven?”
“No, you’re here.”
“Could you guys hug me, please?”
The two hugged him, holding him tightly.
“Narancia, I missed you,” Fugo said. “When you got on that boat, I thought you would’ve died.”
I almost died, he wanted to say, but now wasn’t the time for him to say things like that. “I missed you, too, Panna. I’ll study hard for both of you.”
Sunday, May 21, 2023
FuGio Week 2023 - The Search for a Dance Partner: Giorno's Search for a Dance Partner
Giorno returned to school after a week of absence. Thankfully, Bruno was the boss now, so the teachers went easy on him. As Giorno walked to his room, he noticed posters on the walls about a dance Saturday night next week and thought about Fugo. Giorno shook it off and tried to think about his studies. However, when he returned and focused on his missing work, he couldn’t stop thinking about Fugo.
Since it was a Friday evening, Giorno could go to Bucciarati and Abbacchio for help. He headed out, hoping they were in Libeccio. Luckily, they were, but Bucciarati looked ready to head out until he bumped into Giorno.
“Oh, shouldn’t you be doing your work?” Bruno asked.
“I should, but I’m having trouble focusing,” Giorno answered.
Abbacchio was right there. “You’re having trouble focusing? Since Fugo’s gone, I thought you’d be the smart guy.”
“You still haven’t found him?” Giorno frowned.
“We’ll find him. Don’t worry,” Bruno assured him. “Unfortunately, that’ll leave you to tutor Narancia. You seem a better tutor than Mista. I have to go now.”
Bruno left.
“Why are you so worried about Fugo, anyways?” Abbacchio questioned.
“Because”—he blushed—“we fought together side by side.”
“Once.”
“We will find him, right?”
He sighed. “Giorno, if it makes you feel better, he was here. Check with me on Sunday. I’ll be able to search freely with Narancia and Mista. They miss him too. For now, Bucciarati wants you to focus on your studies.”
“What about—”
“Just go. There’s nothing you can do.”
He would press Abbacchio to search for Fugo, but it seemed he had no interest in listening. Knowing Abbacchio was right, Giorno returned to his school to finish his work.
-
It was Saturday, and Giorno headed to Libeccio to tutor Narancia and to see if Fugo had turned up. Abbacchio, Mista, and Narancia—all with sullen looks—greeted him when he sat at the table.
“Narancia, since Fugo isn’t here, I’ll tutor you,” Giorno said. “If we don’t finish this in 30 minutes, I’ll be doing my homework.”
The black-haired boy said nothing but sighed. He brought out a piece of paper with simple math questions.
Thirty minutes passed, and Narancia had almost completed all the math questions.
“Alright, now for me to do my homework,” Giorno said, bringing out stacks of paper from his bag.
“No way,” Narancia commented. “That can’t be your homework.”
“Well, I missed a week of school. This is all the classwork and homework I have.”
“It sucks to be you guys,” Abbacchio commented. “Damn, I was hoping we could search for Fugo right now.” He sighed. “Can you get this done any faster?”
“If you guys help me, things will go faster.”
“I’m not smart like you or Fugo,” Mista said, “but I’ll try!”
“I don’t know, Giorno,” Narancia said. “What if I hold you back?”
“There might be something you might know that I don’t,” he said, trying to cheer him up. “What’s the harm in trying to help me?”
“Alright, I’ll try to help.”
Even with all the help, it took Giorno five hours to complete the work.
Abbacchio relaxed in his seat and placed a hand on his forehead, looking exhausted. “Now I see why Fugo gets frustrated with Narancia whenever he tutors him. So, Giorno, are we—” He looked out the window. “What? It’s dark already?”
“It’s alright. I’ll help you search for him this time,” Giorno said.
“Bucciarati and I tracked him to a hotel, but we had to stop and rest. Mista, can you drive us around?”
-
The gang arrived at a small rundown two-story hotel. It seemed more like somebody’s home, but they went in and found a dark-haired woman behind a desk. The room was messy, like a family home. As for the woman, her name was Kizzy.
Abbacchio approached her. “Have you seen a blond kid here? And no, I’m not talking about the one next to me. His hair is more golden.”
Seeing as Giorno, Narancia, and Mista were beside him, she felt intimidated. “M-may I ask why?”
Narancia approached the desk, looking concerned. “We’re his friends. We’ve been trying to look for him. Can you tell him his friends are waiting?”
“How do I know he’s your friend?”
“I know his first name! It’s Pannacotta!” Narancia answered.
“Anyone could know that. Give me something else.”
“Look, lady!” Mista was about to bring his gun out when Giorno stopped him.
“Okay, well, Fugo wears a thong.”
Abbacchio looked at the boy in concern. “And how exactly do you know that? Do I want to know?”
“Well, he, Mista, and I were alone in the library one day, and I was feeling down. So Mista tried to cheer me up by pulling Fugo’s pants down.”
“Oh, that was when I was new to the group. That day, I learned never to piss Fugo off,” Mista added. “Ah, it feels like it was just yesterday.”
“I’ll believe you. Unfortunately, he left to do some work with somebody yesterday. He hasn’t been back since.”
“Did Fugo say where?” Giorno asked.
“No, I’m sorry. That’s all I know.”
The gang left the hotel, which confused Giorno.
“Shouldn’t we be investigating further?” the blond asked.
“I need my rest,” Abbacchio answered.
“How can you rest when we haven’t found Fugo?” Narancia questioned, getting angry.
“Hold on, you two!” Abbacchio replied. “Narancia, I understand you’re worried about Fugo, but Giorno? What’s your reason?”
“It’s something about school.”
“Oh, I know how you feel,” Narancia commented. “With that stack of paper you brought, I understand needing help from Fugo.”
“No, that’s not it,” Abbacchio said. “Giorno’s smart, probably not as smart as Fugo, though. It’s something else. What is it?”
The blond blushed, but before he could give him a clear answer, Abbacchio realized.
“Ah! You like him!”
“Huh?” Narancia tilted his head. “Wha? No way! You like Fugo?”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Mista commented. “You both are nerds.”
Narancia and Abbacchio chuckled.
“I’m serious, though.” Abbacchio stopped laughing. “I need to rest. That day on the beach.” His voice drifted off. “I’m having trouble sleeping. I need to sleep. I can’t understand how you three can sleep soundly, but I’m tired. Night.” He headed home, leaving the three by themselves.
Narancia sighed. “We can’t give up on him.”
“Do you know if he’s awake at this time?” Giorno asked.
“He might be awake. He might not. I do know that people breathe more slowly when they sleep.”
“People can breathe faster during their REM sleep stage. If you’re using Aerosmith to find him, it’ll be useless. Perhaps we should search by day then.”
Narancia slightly frowned, but then his facial expression changed, looking angrier. “REM what? Whatever. Be like Abbacchio and go to sleep. I’ll drive around and find him.” Determined to find him, he ran off somewhere.
“It might be useless, but there might be a chance we could find him,” Mista said.
“Sorry, but I still believe it might be better to search for him during the day.”
“Suit yourself. I have nothing better to do, so I’ll help Narancia. Later.”
Mista headed somewhere else while Giorno returned to his dorm. On his way back, Giorno could’ve sworn he saw somebody in green near his school. The stranger seemed to be looking at the building, and his hair was blond too.
“Fugo?” he shouted, causing him to run away. He tried to chase after him. “Wait, come back!”
Giorno chased him after some time, but Fugo slipped away.
“Please, don’t leave!” he shouted. He knelt, trying to catch his breath. However, his body was fatigued, causing him to rest on the cold sidewalk.
-
Giorno awoke inside his dorm room. Did Fugo bring him in? He checked the window and saw it was foggy outside. His idea to search for Fugo during the day was a horrible plan, and he panicked. He calmed himself down and went to Libeccio.
At the restaurant, a surprise awaited him at the table. Fugo sat at the table by himself, looking worried. He wasn’t facing him.
“Fugo?” the blond uttered quietly.
He jumped out of his seat. “Ah, Giorno!” A panicked look was on his face.
“Is something wrong?”
“Where’s Bucciarati? Did something happen? He is always here. Please, don’t tell me he’s dead.”
“He’s alive and well. All of us are. Narancia missed you a lot, and so do the others.” Giorno nervously approached him for a hug. “I missed you.”
Fugo hugged him and nervously laughed. “You’re not angry?”
“Never was.”
They stopped hugging and sat at the table.
“What about the others?” Fugo asked.
“They didn’t seem angry. Narancia said he’ll study hard, and I helped tutor him when you were gone.”
“Don’t you also go to school? You missed an entire week. You must have lots of work to finish!”
“I was. It would’ve taken me forever to do my work, but I had the others help me.”
“The others? Oh no, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Giorno thought about the school event on Saturday. “This is probably a bad time to ask, but would you go to my school’s dance with me?”
Curious, the golden blond looked at him. “What? Why me? Why not Narancia or Mista. What about Trish?”
“Bucciarati took Trish somewhere where somebody would look after her. As for the others, I just felt more drawn to you.”
He blushed. “Me? Even after I snapped at you when I drove us to Pompeii? You still thought of me?”
“Yeah.”
Fugo blushed harder and brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “I’ll go to the dance with you. Wait, is it a formal dance?”
“No, it’s not. You can wear that to the dance.”
Before their conversation could continue any further, Narancia arrived at the restaurant in a hurry.
“Abbacchio, how long will the fog—huh?” He stared at the two. The blonds were unaware of how little space was between them. “Fugo!” He got closer to hug him but stopped. “Wait, did I interrupt something? You two weren’t in the middle of kissing, were you?”
Fugo blushed and got flustered. “Whoa, I just returned to the group!”
“So, you don’t want to kiss Giorno?”
“I—ah! Damn it!” His face was red.
They heard footsteps coming from two people. Mista and Abbacchio had arrived, walking to the table until they saw them.
“Oh, Fugo, you’re back,” Abbacchio said. He grabbed a seat. “So, where were you?”
Mista sat down to interrogate him. “Yeah, buddy, we’ve been searching for you? We thought you didn’t want us to find you.”
“I kept myself occupied,” Fugo explained. “I’ve been doing things the people around here asked. I heard you were back, but I got scared. Everyone except Bucciarati returned, so I assumed he died. I’m sorry for everything.”
Narancia sat next to him. “We’re alive. Everything alright now, right?” He looked at the others.
“I guess,” Mista said, “but he has to take Giorno to the dance as a punishment. Oh, and we’re coming too.”
“What?” Abbacchio replied.
“Abbacchio can’t come. He too old,” Giorno said.
“Too old? Tch, whatever. I’m only 21. I didn’t want to come, anyways. I have better things to do, and Bucciarati needs me. Ugh, and Giorno, I don’t know why, but Bucciarati made you capo. Keep drugs out of the streets, collect protection money, and you know the rest.”
Mista frowned. “Aw, man! Come on! This guy hasn’t been in our group for long. Fugo, you aren’t going to object?”
“I’m surprised, too, but I don’t object,” he answered. “Ever since Giorno joined the group, our luck has changed. Think of times we were in deep shit. Now think of that again but without Giorno.”
“You know,” Abbacchio said, “When Bucciarati returned Trish to the boss, I think he would’ve betrayed him, anyway. He would’ve died without Giorno. Thanks for keeping us alive, by the way.”
“I see he got nicer towards you,” Fugo whispered.
Narancia cleared his throat. “Could you guys help me with my math homework?”
-
Throughout Monday and Friday, Giorno and Fugo got closer as they fought off drug dealers in the streets and helped Narancia with his homework. Eventually, Abbacchio left to be at Bruno’s side, leaving Giorno with Fugo, Mista, and Narancia. After tutoring Narancia, Giorno had some things to discuss.
“Alright, everyone,” Giorno began, “since there are four of—”
“We need to recruit someone fast!” Mista interrupted, his voice panicky.
“Yes, I was going to say that. Anyways, I may have found someone who could join our group. A girl asked people around about me. Her name is Sheila. I don’t know where she is, but Bucciarati told me she’s already a part of Passione. Maybe we could welcome her to our team once we get the chance.”
“What about the dance?” Narancia reminded him. “You said it was this Saturday.”
“I remember.” Giorno looked at Fugo and blushed. “Are you still down for it?”
“Of course.”
“My school isn’t far. Let’s go.”
They arrived at Scuola Media Stale “Giovanni Verga,” and Fugo noticed something. However, before he could speak out, a crowd of girls surrounded Giorno.
“Please go out on a date with me!” begged one girl.
“No, pick me!” said another.
“You’re ugly!”
“No, you are!”
The girls started fighting and accidentally bumped into Fugo, pissing him off.
“Back off! He’s mine!” he yelled.
The crowd of girls frowned and left.
“Giorno, how’d you get so many girls to like you?” Mista asked.
“I don’t know. It’s a curse. They’re kind of annoying. Anyway, the dance should be in the gymnasium.”
“Typical, like most dances,” Narancia commented. “Race you there!” He raced.
“Hey, wait for me!” Mista followed him.
Giorno took him by the hand and entered the gymnasium. People were chilling around or dancing, the lights constantly changed color, and pop and electronic music played. As for Narancia and Mista, they stood near the food table, chowing down on finger foods.
“I thought you guys would be on the dance floor,” Giorno said.
“Eh, we’re not feeling this song,” Narancia replied. “Fugo, what do you think of the music?”
“S’alright, I guess. Giorno?”
“Honestly, not my type of song either.”
Macarena by Los del Río blasted through the speakers.
“Will this song end?” Mista complained. “Is this what it’s like to be Mario? Oh, I just remembered what question I wanted to ask. Giorno, do you know how to dance?”
“No,” he answered. “I was always studying and trying to make money.”
“We could teach you,” Fugo replied. “Once a good song comes on, just start dancing.”
“It’s that simple?”
“Well, no. Um, maybe. It depends on the song. You’ve heard of those DDR things, right?”
Before Giorno could answer, Mista interrupted him. “I thought I was a good dancer, but then I played a difficult song and got a bad score.”
“You think DDR is difficult?” Narancia questioned. “You just suck.”
“Hey, take that back!”
Before the fighting could get worse, the song changed, switching to the song Fugo, Narancia, and Mista tortured Mario with. The torture dancers smiled and got to the middle of the dance floor, Fugo taking Giorno with him.
“Just follow our lead,” he told him.
The three did the same dance they used to torture Mario, and Giorno tried to mimic the dance. Since he remembered the dance, it wasn’t hard to copy. Everyone around them watched in amazement. However, a minute of the song passed, and Giorno had no idea what to do. He looked at the three, watching them each do a different dance. Seeing as they were making it up as they danced, Giorno moved his arms and legs to the music.
“Nice work!” Fugo complimented.
The song ended, and the four returned to the food table to get some drinks.
“Man, I’m parched,” Mista whined, pouring a drink for himself.
“Yeah, all that running and dancing. I wish this were orange juice, though,” Narancia said.
Mista giggled, and his cheeks turned red. “Hehe, what’s in this? Oh my god! It’s so good.”
Narancia laughed too. “Fugo, you got to try this.”
“Huh?” Fugo poured himself a drink and took a sip. “It’s just fruit punch.”
“Nuh-uh!” argued Mista. “This is alcohol!”
Curious, Giorno got a drink, too, and tasted its contents. “Fugo’s right. It’s just fruit punch.”
“Mista, I just figured it out!” Narancia exclaimed. “I think we’re the only ones old enough to be affected by it!”
“You idiots! Anyone of all ages can be affected by alcohol!” Fugo yelled. “There isn’t any alcohol in this!”
“I don’t think it’s possible, but could the atmosphere of this place make them drunk?” Giorno questioned.
“I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Fugo, remember when you stared at Trish’s boobs?” Mista reminded him, flustering him.
“I wasn’t staring! I was deep in thought!”
He ignored him. “Do you like Giorno’s?”
His face turned red, and he appeared less angry. “I—um.” Somebody bumped into Fugo, causing him to land on Giorno’s chest. “I’m so sorry! It was an accident!”
“Boob-liker!” Mista pointed.
Narancia laughed uncontrollably. “We should have a dance battle one day against Bucciarati and Abbacchio. Giorno can join team boob window.”
“Team boob window?” Mista cackled.
While they laughed their asses off, Giorno and Fugo snuck out of the gymnasium and into the halls.
“Jesus, the song and those guys were giving me a headache,” Fugo said. “So, um, did you have fun?”
“Yeah, how about you?” Giorno asked.
“I had a blast! It’s been a while since I had fun.”
“Hey, Fugo.”
“Yes?”
He was silent for a minute. “Do you want to kiss? We’re alone. I don’t see anyone.”
Fugo blushed. “I never kissed anyone before.”
“Is that a yes?” He got closer to him, backing him to the wall.
Their faces were inches from kissing, and Fugo closed his eyes as Giorno’s lips locked into his. Then they withdrew and stared at each other for a few seconds. Fugo placed his hand on Giorno’s cheek and kissed him, this time longer and heavier. They withdrew again, feeling hot and trying to catch their breaths.
“I love you,” Giorno said.
“I love you too.”
They held hands.
Narancia and Mista came running over.
“There you are!” Mista said. “We were wondering where you were.”
“Are you guys dancing out in the hall?” Narancia asked. “How come parties aren’t thrown in the hall? Some people like tightly crowded spaces. So, are you going to head back or chill out here?”
Giorno looked at Fugo. “Do you want to head back?”
“Wherever you go, I will follow.”
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