Proposition

[madimpossibledreamer]

Well, I'm going to be utterly exhausted by tomorrow, and they're going to to have to deal with me being tired and not having had time for a shower (or breakfast--I'll pretty much only have had time for a cereal bar).  Yare yare daze.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Summary: Giorno proposes an idea that Mista's not so sure about.
Word Count: 885
Spoilers for the end of Vento Aureo/Golden Wind.  Like canon, ambiguously shippy (mostly because Mista still has no idea he's actually in love with Giorno. he's a bit oblivious that way)

         “Nope, absolutely not,” Mista states flatly, arms crossed.
         Giorno raises one perfect eyebrow.  “Perhaps you have forgotten who the Boss is,” he mutters idly.  He may seem placid on the outside, but Mista gets the feeling he’s actually pissed.  Che cavolo!
         Of course, his role as ‘bodyguard’ is rather more that of preventing Giorno from taking his temper out on people on the rare occasion he loses his usual cool, but still, he doesn’t like the idea of heading out to a place hard to run security for where his Pistols are likely to run off in search of food.  They might keep focused, given that they’re as fond of Giorno as he is, but it’s not necessarily true.  They get distracted pretty easily.
         “Yeah, okay.”  He feels himself begin to panic, but it’s fine.  Giorno’s practically his own Disney princess with a managerie of animals to watch his back.  If anything truly awful happens, he’s got Requiem, probably (though even he’s not entirely sure where the Arrow is stored).  Giorno’s capable on his own.  “Sorry, I just…”  He’s gotta get a map of the place, figure out all the entrance and exit points, the ambush spots, where snipers would set up.  His previous days were a lot less stressful, but it’s not like he misses them.  He loves being in the wake of Giorno’s golden dreams.  It just can get stressful when he’s worrying about his boss and friend, especially when it feels like he’s the only one.
         “Mista,” and there’s a calming hand on his shoulder, Giogio’s serene assurance a welcoming balm, “…you forget, I’m still the same Giorno who fought with you against La Squadra di Esecuzione.  Together we’re more than capable of dealing with anything that comes our way.”
         Among other reasons, this is why he follows Don Giovanna.  He has purpose, he has the serenity that he’s living in the wake of a noble cause.  With just a few words the Don can make all of his worries disappear.
         Well.  Perhaps not all of them, but many of them.  “Sorry about this, Boss.  It’s not that I forget you’re capable, it’s just…there’s so much to remember and do and…”
         Giorno smiles, beautiful and beneficent, a living saint, and he pulls a few beads out of his pockets and creates a bouquet of honeysuckle.  “It’s edible,” he tells Mista calmly, which immediately makes his Stand pop out and start chomping down, squabbling about how much they deserve.  He chuckles quietly, a fond look on his face.  No matter how annoying the six Pistols can be, especially when they’re hungry, Giogio seems to have always had a soft spot for his Stand after, that is, the first encounter.  “Perhaps we both need to relax and recharge.  We do, both of us, have numerous responsibilities.”
         Oh.  Porca miseria.  Does that mean he should’ve mentioned they take a break before now?  …No, no, Giorno’s telling him he shouldn’t blame himself, and if the idea hadn’t occurred to Giorno Giovanna, it’d be a nice bonus if he’d thought of it, but the fact that it didn’t isn’t a sin, either.
         There is, however, no way he’s not bringing his gun.