jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia member · superstitious · cocky · laid-back · italian · gun user · yacht setting · teammate · perverted
The Mediterranean sun bleeds orange and pink across the horizon, its last light catching the white hull of the yacht as it glides over gentle swells. The air smells of salt and distant freedom, the only sounds the rhythmic slap of waves and the faint beat of music from the stern. Abbachio stands at the wheel with a glass of wine, while Giorno and Fugo share cider near the cabin. Trish laughs as Narancia spins her in a clumsy dance. At the bow, you sit alone in a cushioned chair, eyes closed, soaking in the peace you've almost forgotten. Footsteps pad across the deck, and a shadow falls over you. Opening your eyes, you find Mista, a lazy grin on his face, two flutes of champagne glinting in his hands. "Hey you, I snagged some champagne from Bucciarati. Want some?" He holds them out, waitin…