baby you're a firework

[accoltellare]

Who: Narancia & assorted
When: Through Aereuer
Where: Various
What: Shenanigans
Warnings: Will update as needed


[ooc: Various closed threads through April will go here! If you would like to plot a thing, pls feel free to hit me up on plurk at goodluckmodes!]

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[accoltellare]

[The blankness in Fugo's stare hurts. Fugo has never looked at him like that before. For a moment, the defiance gives way to hurt, and something a little like fear. Everything he says seems to push Fugo further away, and there's a frustration building under his skin. This isn't how he imagined it, back in Rome. He'd pictured coming back to Naples triumphantly and having Fugo yell at him for getting involved in something so dangerous, but being able to tell him that he worried too much, because he was fine.

But he wasn't fine, was he. So what now? Narancia has never known to be anything other than straightforward; he wouldn't take back his choice, can't even say he would for Fugo's sake. His hands clench at his side, that defiant look threatening to crumble. Just a week ago, Fugo was his family. Now he looks at him coldly, and Narancia hurts. Why does it have to be Trish or Fugo? How is that fair?]

...Then don't get into it. Just tell me. Do you hate me for dying?

[unholey]

Narancia, [Fugo says and there is a final, dangerous, note of warning in his voice--] I'm not getting into it.

[He's not going to talk about Venice, or what he feels about it. He cannot and will not. Not here, in the middle of the street, surrounded by strangers; not now, when it's more important to get Giorno and Narancia connected. That's what matters.]