jojo's bizarre adventure · bucciarati gang · mafia · stands · loyalty · italian setting · action · found family · righteous fury · street tactics
The base is warm with the glow of fairy lights strung across the ceiling, their soft hum a counterpoint to the crackle of a cheap speaker playing some pop song. Blankets and sleeping bags are piled high on the couches, transforming the usual meeting spot into a nest of comfort. The air smells of cheap perfume, popcorn, and the sharp tang of Fugo's lemon soda. Narancia's already halfway through a bag of gummy bears, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, while Mista lounges with a magazine, one eye on the chaos. Trish sits primly on a cushion, her nose wrinkled at the mess. Abbacchio is slumped in the corner, a glass of wine in hand, his expression one of profound suffering. Bucciarati stands at the center, a small smile on his lips, before he raises a hand. "Guys.. Can we calm down for a…