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Enjoying the drinks beside each other on the couch, the front door swung open and the others paraded in. Both Bucciarati and Fugo carried in flat boxes as well as a few bags, while Mista and Narancia trailed behind.

"We're back! Did you miss us?" Chiming that out Mista had thrown his arms out into the air doing a quick stretch, his gaze focused on where you sat awaiting a response.

"Well...I'm not sure, I mean Abbacchio was here to keep me company." Stirring your drink before taking a sip your eyes moved towards Narancia who almost leaped over the living room's loveseat.

"What kind of company could you possibly get from him?" Jutting a thumb towards the man beside you, the black haired teen gave a look in disbelief.

"Very good company and if you haven't noticed he hasn't kicked me off the couch." Motioning towards where you were sitting then towards the white haired man beside you, you could catch him rolling his eyes at your comment letting out a huff. Drifting your gaze away from the duo and towards where the other two were, the question more towards Fugo who'd looked over, "But besides that, how was the job? Mission? Uh assignment?"

Setting the boxes in hand down onto the kitchen counter the blond turned back resting on it, "Well, it wasn't eventful if that's what you were wondering. Just dropping off a few things." Not really finding anything interesting to talk about he was relieved to see you give a nod in understanding.

Stepping beside the blond Bucciarati casted his gaze over to where you were seated, his blue hues drifted over Abbacchio then yourself before a subtle smile appeared along his expression. "So, what did the two of you do while we were gone?" Even though he asked that he could easily make a few guesses as to what had happened.

For one thing, sitting right on the center of the coffee table was one of their 'ice packs' leading him to assume something happened requiring it.

"Just talked a bit. Got these drinks, and uh nothing else really." Following along with what you were saying he gave a hum nodding a bit, he didn't feel like asking for any specifics was necessary and merely thought it was nice that the two of you were getting along.

"That's nice then. Glad the two of you could spend some time together." Nodding to himself he then motioned towards the boxes seated on the counter behind him. "We brought pizza for dinner."

Not even a minute after he'd announced that everyone had gathered around the kitchen island, a plate in hand and a slice or two of the still hot triangular food set on top. Nobody being bothered enough to sitting down at the table everyone had settled for standing around the island chatting amongst one another. It was a very friendly and comforting atmosphere to say the least. That was until Mista's voice cut through majority of the conversations.

"You can't just take a slice and leave four behind! You gotta take two at least! But do not leave four!" Waving his hands animatedly through the air towards the blond across from him there was a sense of urgency in his tone. Almost like it would be the world would shatter into a million tiny pieces, whereas Fugo merely rolled his eyes in response which was completely beneath him.

"It's just a slice, It's not going to be the end of the world."

"But it's bad luck! Anyone with basic knowledge would know that." Continuing to ramble on more and more after announcing that he made a lot more gestures towards the pizza.

Now you weren't exactly sure what he was going on about, but by the sounds of it you could assume he had some weird fear or superstition around the number four.

Why? You had absolutely no clue.

Raising a hand and moving to grab the slice of the pizza currently being yelled over you were quickly halted as Mista's hand shot out stopping your own, "No! You can't take a slice because then you'll have the fourth slice and you'll have bad luck!"

Blinking up at him you stared dumbfounded at the man. There were a lot of flaws with that logic and being scared of a number didn't really make much sense to you. Though he was talking about it like it was some sort of rule of law, there was a method to whatever this madness was and if playing along would get you that piece of pizza, then so be it.

"Ok, but if I take one slice then there'd be three left and you can take one after that?" Right away he shook his head at the suggestion still stating that you'd have the someone-you in this case would have the fourth slice. Which led you to try and come up with another solution.

"Here, then why don't I take two slices and then give you one of those two slices?" An objection was right on the tip of his tongue but there was a pause before anything could be uttered, your words relayed themselves in his head.

None of it had any fours in it therefore it didn't conflict with what he was worrying about.

Hearing no objections come out of the man's mouth you lightly tugged your hand away from his own pulling out two slices of pizza before sliding one of them from your plate onto his.

"There. No fours involved."

Staring down at the triangular slice slightly off center on his plate, Mista glanced over to you, a content smile was set out across your lips having come to the conclusion that there were no objections and that you could now enjoy another slice of the cheesy goodness.

He found it rather nice of you to take into consideration his fear of the number four ,adapting to it quickly and figuring out a solution around it. Fugo from across the table also seemed to have thought you handled the situation rather well and quite literally severed what could've turned into a larger argument.

Which both of them appreciated.

Knowing that the conflict had been averted you hummed to yourself softly nodding your head happily. Returning your attention back towards the others and choosing to listen in to whatever they chatted about you munched on your own slice of pizza.

The group definitely had an odd dynamic, nobody really fitted together but they made things work out regardless. A dysfunctional family if anything, but it worked out nicely and made you feel included.

Spacing out for a moment you failed to hear your name being called from just across the counter. Though eventually the black haired teen realized that you weren't paying attention and ended up stretching out an arm waving one of his hands before your face, catching sight of you flinch back from it.

"Uh Yes Narancia?" Feeling embarrassed that you'd spaced out followed by getting startled, your attention focused on him waiting for him to speak.

"Do you think I could try your drink?" Motioning towards the cup sitting idly before you, you stared down at it almost having completely forgotten it was there.

"Sure." Sliding the cup across the counter towards him you flashed a smile, "You might want to re-stir it though." Hearing you add that he gave a nod using the straw to stir before taking a sip, an almost childish glee crept onto his expression.

"Wow! That's really good!" Exclaiming that he grinned, moving to slide the drink back before you rested a hand on the other side, halting it.

"Have the rest."

Right away Narancia's expression brightened even more if that was possible and before anyone knew the teen had vaulted over the counter almost swiping everything off disregarding everyone's protests. Quickly squishing you into a hug the teens cheek pressed up against your own, "Gah you're always so nice." hearing him hum that out you let out an awkward laugh considering the situation and closeness.

"Aha thanks."

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