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"Now just hear me out! Take the time to actually think about how what you're eating is connected to whether or not you're living a happy life."

Staring at the gunslinger seated across from you, a dumbfounded expression was easily seen spread out across your face as well as the others. "That's why I think it's really important-"

You weren't sure- at all what he was saying and to say you were lost was an understatement. "Swallow your food before speaking, I'm barely following along." Quickly butting in and cutting Mista off before he spoke once more the man quickly finished the piece of meat he'd shoved into his mouth raising a hand into the air continuing.

"So, there are animals that are carnivores, right? You know like lions, cats and vultures." Moving his hands around to emphasize what he was saying you still barely followed along just wanting to know what he was getting at. "You won't find meat from carnivores like that at a restaurant." Stabbing his fork into another piece of steak he raised it pointing up at you, "Why is that?"

Unsure of whether or not he was asking the question to your or himself, he quickly leaned forward. "Because it's too smelly to eat! It's disgusting!"

"But there's fish, fish meat is pretty good and also omnivores eat meat." Poking at your own food while stating that, Mista merely let out a huff before continuing with his previous point.

"Alright but listen, cats are too disgusting to eat." Right away wanting to face palm at what he'd begun rambling about your gaze trailed over the table's occupants meeting with Fugo's, who merely gave you a quick shrug presumably just as lost as you were.

"Are we on the same page so far?" Moving his eyes around the table they fell on you as he spoke, you appeared to be the most lost out of them all. Though before you or Mista could say anything, Narancia quickly spoke up voicing his own thoughts while waving his spoon accusingly at the man.

"I'd never eat a cat, not even if some culinary expert said it was the best thing ever!"

"Well on the other hand, have you ever heard of a fish called 'sweetfish'?" Putting his cutlery down as he asked that Mista once again elaborated with very animated gestures, "Sweetfish don't eat bugs. They only eat algae."

"They're vegetarian."

Blinking at the point made you interjected quickly, "So that would mean that they taste better than regular fish, right?"

Nodding in affirmation at your response he let out a hum, "Yes exactly that. See fish guts are usually very bitter to eat, but sweetfish guts are delicious. Because they're not carnivores." An understanding hum vibrated from the white haired man beside you, him having been following along with the topic appearing rather invested.

"So with that logic in mind, all meat we consider delicious is from herbivorous animals! Cows, pigs and chickens!" Progressively leaning onto the table more and more as he spoke you once again just blinked at the man, his rambling slowly melting into one stream of continuous noise as you spaced out.

"Then you might actually be pretty tasty!" Quickly tuning back into the conversation as Mista had said that your focus moved towards the man grinning widely while pointing towards Narancia. The teen's expression showing one of concern.

"Narancia, don't egg him on!" Exclaiming that Fugo pointed beside himself towards Mista, you were almost completely lost once again presuming the group had moved on to talking about eating one another.

"This conversation leads me to question what exactly happens in your mind that leads this to take that sharp of a turn into cannibalism territory." Pointing that out and resting an arm along the table, you gave a subtle shake of the head. "You planning to eat one of us or something?" Knowing that wasn't the case you just decided to add the last comment watching him roll his eyes playfully in response.

"Well if you're worried about it being you, don't be." Raising a fork and jutting the end towards where you sat he stared down it, "I'd save the best for last of course."

Rolling your eyes at the statement you caught Abbacchio's gaze flicker over towards the doorway, his voice quickly directing the table's attention away from the conversation and towards the black haired man who'd just walked in. "You're late, Bucciarati."

Merely ignoring the comment Bruno held a stern expression, "You know Leaky Eye Luca? Who's in charge of the airport right?"

"His body was just discovered." The tone of voice used was serious, no hint of a joke nor something to laugh about. "I've been ordered by capo Polpo to check it out."

Turning in his seat Narancia gave a sneer, distaste was clearly evident on his features, "I hated that guy. He deserved to die." Throwing an arm over the back of his chair he added on, "he had no qualms about tormenting the weak."

"And he sold drugs to kids."

Now you weren't all too familiar with what really happened within Passione, but you had always assumed selling to minors was a big no no and that even if they could you chose to believe these people had morals. It was honestly crazy to think that stuff like that was actually happening in the streets of Naples.

"He probably got high and hit his head or something." Finishing off with that Narancia crossed his arms afterwards, his distinct dislike for the man shined through each word and was expressed through his stiff body language as well.

"Narancia, you may feel that way deep inside. But don't actually say it." Turning in your own chair to look at the ebony haired man's expression, right away you could tell he wasn't too happy with what Narancia had said. His brows were arched downwards and his gaze was sharp, "Think about the world we live in."

"Do you want me to look into this?" Rising from his seat Fugo stood beside Narancia's chair, "You're going to be capo someday. You don't need to trouble yourself with such trivial matters."

Quirking a brow at the new information your gaze moved from the blond towards Bruno, you weren't aware he was aiming towards the role of capo. That was a pretty big deal and now you just felt out of the loop.

"No, I'll be looking into it myself." Shaking his head at the blond though appreciating the offer his gaze trailed to the side, "By the way, Fugo..." Directing the blond's attention towards a separate room, an unspoken question of why there was an elderly man waiting was asked.

"Oh, right. You have a guest. He's been waiting for you all morning." Leaning closer, Fugo added on giving some background on the man, "He's a civilian who runs a flower shop in Monsanto Plaza. I've looked into him already." Nodding at that the two of them headed towards the table where the man sat kitty cornered to the one you were all at.

"Hey, I didn't know Bruno wanted to be a capo." Leaning onto the table a bit and stating that quietly you peered back at the two chatting, "I mean he'd make a great capo, but I just didn't know that."

Shaking his head at you Abbacchio held back an eye roll, "You don't know a lot of things to be fair." Pointing that out he leaned back into his chair resting an elbow over the back before speaking once more. "And since when did you start calling Bucciarati by his first name?"

The question was simple enough but you found yourself tapping your finger along the table's surface, "I mean for a while now." Clicking your tongue afterwards and straightening back up you leaned into your chair, a teasing smile curling itself onto your lips.

"Why? Did you want me to use your first name too?"

Taking back by your response he almost choked on the win in hand, hastily pulling away from the glass, "Hell no." Was what he had said but,

He wouldn't really mind if you did.

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Abbacchio's response to Y/N calling Bucciarati by his first name then offering to do the same to him:

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