─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The rest of the day was uneventful and before you knew it the next morning had rolled around, the team much like many times before was left at the restaurant while Bruno left to do who knows what.

Abbacchio who was currently sitting in the seat just to your right leaned back into his chair, a set of headphones rested over his ears playing music, allowing the man to close his eyes and relax. Across from you Mista rested his face in the palm of his hand mirroring how you also sat, though a book was clutched in his other hand.

Now Fugo and Narancia were doing some learning, the strawberry blond being in the middle of teaching Narancia how to do some math equations while the teen just let out a huff, "Hey Fugo. It's such a nice day outside. It wouldn't hurt to skip out on studying for one day. I'm just not feeling it today."

Letting out a hum and deciding to watch the scene play out, you learned a while back how serious Fugo was about teaching and that the request would most likely get shot down right away. A waiter at this time also came over carrying a tray with four slices of cake, the desert practically making your mouth water.

"Listen, Narancia. You're amazing. It's hard to ask someone to teach you something when you haven't really been to grade school." Leaning over the table and patting the raven haired teens shoulder Fugo continued. "But you even learned your multiplication tables! You can do this. Just as I've taught you. You've got a good head on your shoulders."

Now that was where it went downhill, Narancia could barely remember to tie his own laces let alone remember multiplication tables. But you were quite pleased with Fugo's praise and attempt to get Narancia to answer the question. "Okay, ready? What's six times five?" Raising up the paper resting on the table before him and holding it up you could make out a sixteen and a fifty five.

"Six times five...six and five...thirty?" Sitting up from his slouched position and answering with that Narancia was praised right away.

"Correct! See? I knew you could do it!" A smile was set out across the blonds expression, "You're basically halfway there!" Narancia seemed rather pleased with this perking up almost instantly.

Watching the two talk some more, your eyes trailed towards Mista who'd begun rambling about how there were four slices of cake, his superstitious nature right away shining through as he explained why four was such a bad number much like what happened with the pizza a while ago.

Standing up from his seat and stepping around Mista, Abbacchio made his way behind grabbing a slice of cake then another returning back to his seat. The man wordlessly placed the second plate before you, not even sparing a glance.

"God Mista if you're so worried then just don't eat any then." Putting in your two sense and cutting into the cake before you, you let out a hum at the sweetness. The gunslinger let out a whine at this but before he could speak you chimed in once more, "There's two pieces left, you can still have one of those. It's not four." Motioning back at the deserts you nodded to yourself.

"I did it Fugo! How's it look?" Grinning at the blond Narancia held up his paper showing the answer he'd gotten, a twenty eight sat beneath the line and you could only pray for the boy.

Perking up at what was said Fugo moved his attention from Mista towards Narancia's paper extending a hand and taking it from the man. His gaze stared at the numbers for a moment before speaking, "What is this?"

Leaning an elbow onto the table Narancia let out a short laugh, "Am I right?"

Quickly Fugo's eyes narrowed into a glare and a fork was swiped off the tables surface being jammed into the side of Narancia's face. The actions of the blond would've shocked you if you weren't already aware of his temper. "You stupid delinquent! Are you messing with me?!" Leaning over the table and out of his seat he continued the rant, "How many times do I have to teach you this before you learn?!" Slamming Narancia's head onto the table a teacup was flicked into the air. "You shit for brains!"

Merely wincing at the scene before you, a hum left Abbacchio and Mista. This was quite frequent in occurrence and you could just barely recall the blond smacking the others a few times upon your first meet.

"Oh, boy. He's lost it now. (Y/N) do something." Snapping your head towards the gunslinger and giving him a 'why me?' look he added on, "He likes you, it's fine and besides you calm people down pretty quick." Nodding in agreement to what Mista had said, Abbacchio let out a hum, his headphones were still over his ears so you could only assume whatever he was listening to was pretty quiet.

Letting out a sigh in defeat, your gaze trailed back towards the two catching Narancia quickly pulling out a knife, "Woah woah there's no need for knives! Both of you stop." Shooting out of your seat and tugging at Narancia's arm to pull the knife away from Fugo's throat, a deeper voice yelled out, catching everyone's attention.

"What in gods name are you all doing?!" Snapping your head back towards the doorway you could see Bruno lean through it, brows furrowed and an annoyed aura surrounded him presumably from the yelling that sounded moments ago. "I could hear you all from the entrance. You're bothering the other customers!" Stepping around the arch you could just make out another person trailing behind, A familiar blond head of hair and pink attire jolted your memory.

Placing himself before the group he spoke once more, "This is the new member I told you about yesterday. Let me introduce you, this is Giorno Giovanna." Although having been introduced the blond chose to do it himself as well.

"I'm Giorno Giovanna. It's a pleasure to meet you." Giving a slight bow he stood back up, eyes surveying the group. Each member right away just resumed what they were doing save for Fugo and Narancia who were now apologizing to one another.

Stuck with Narancia's knife in hand for some reason you quickly folded it back up tucking it away, sparing a glance towards Giorno. A slight wave followed before the ebony haired man once again called for the group's attention. "Hey! I'm the one who brought him here, so be respectful." It appeared as though he had more to say before getting called off to the side for a phone call, "Make sure you all properly greet Giorno. Got it?" A few more things were said offhandedly towards the blond before he stepped away.

Feeling like nobody was really going to speak up you waved once more, "Hey, it's good to see you again. I wouldn't have expected you to join the team for us to meet again." Your words quickly caught the others attention and it was almost like this collectively annoyed the group now knowing that you'd met the guy beforehand.

Stepping over to stand before him you extended a hand outwards, "But regardless, pleased to meet you Giorno, the names (Y/N)." Taking your hand in his own he flashed you a soft smile before leaning over a bit and surprising you by lightly resting his lips on the top of your hand standing back up afterwards.

"Pleasure is all mine, and I wouldn't have expected to run into you here either." Letting go of your hand and once more giving you a smile, you were a bit stunned by the action, your cheeks flushed a pink hue and that certainly didn't go unnoticed by the others.

"Giorno, was it?" Tugging off his headphones and gripping the teapot Abbacchio leaned onto the table, eyes boring into the blond. "Why don't you have a seat? Let's have some tea and chat."

Tugging another chair over and sitting beside the pale haired man a teacup was placed before the blond. Suspicion creeped up your spine seeing how everyone was acting and how you just knew Abbacchio wasn't the kind of person to offer anything.

Especially to a newcomer.

Sitting down as well and eyeing the bunch, the look on the other three's faces told you that Giorno was about to fall victim to something.

Poor guy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Y/N when Mista and Abbacchio wanted her to break up the fight: