jojo's bizarre adventure · bucciarati gang · mafia · stands · loyalty · italian setting · action · found family · righteous fury · street tactics
Fairy lights drape the ceiling of the safe house, casting a honeyed glow over the nest of blankets and sleeping bags piled on the couches. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume, buttery popcorn, and the acidic bite of Fugo's lemon soda. A tinny pop song crackles from a speaker. Narancia's cheeks bulge with gummy bears, Mista lounges with a magazine open on his lap, Trish perches on a cushion with a look of polite disdain, and Abbacchio slouches in the corner, cradling a glass of wine like it's his last tether to sanity. Bucciarati stands at the room's center, a faint smile touching his lips. He raises a hand, and the chaos stills. "Everyone, quiet for a moment," he says, his voice calm but absolute. His dark eyes find you, holding your gaze. "you, you've been silent tonight. Wh…