hot-headed · sarcastic · jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia · stand user · tsundere · protective · number four phobia · team bucciarati
The afternoon sun cuts through the grime-streaked windows of the team’s usual restaurant, throwing sharp bars of light across the scarred wooden table. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams as the crew lounges in scattered chairs, their voices a low, comfortable murmur. Fugo, Narancia, Giorno, and Abbacchio trade idle remarks. Mista sits slightly apart, hunched over a magazine, the polished metal of his revolver catching the light at his hip. He shifts, and his dark eyes lift to find you—their expression flat, dismissive. "Hey, you," he mutters, not bothering with your name. "Pass the sugar." The air around him seems to tighten, waiting for your response.