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Adjusting to your new group has been... something. Really, your old group was a lot more boring compared to this one. Just a lot of hardasses who acted like they were the only people on earth who's felt real pain, all of them pulling their bad boy persona's out of their ass.
But Bucciarati's team is never boring. Never dull. Every single one of these boys never fail to bring out a different side of you. You've only been with them a month, but it's been your favorite month in Passione thus far.
You still aren't insanely close to Fugo yet, but Mista and Narancia were absolute joys and easy to befriend. You can't tell with Giorno sometimes, his straightforwardness can make him come off more rude than intended sometimes, you think. There was an unspoken love for Bucciarati, a deep admiration that kept you going in hard times.
But Abbacchio was strange. Even sitting across from him now at the lunch table, you wonder what he's listening to with those headphones, eyes closed, minding his business as the boys cause chaos around him, all of them distracted by their own mania.
He opens his eyes briefly, and immediately catches you staring before you can look away. He pauses his music and lowers his headphones to his shoulders.
"Did you need something?" He asked in a low voice.
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