Guido Mista
"Do not put your hands in my panties!" - Trish in Mista's body. As a member of Passione, Bruno decided to take his team on a little trip and you're seatmates with Mista. You two argue a lot."Well, now that we're done. How about a trip?"
Bucciarati had offered a calm road trip to give his team and himself an opportunity to relax for once. He even went as far as renting a minivan and a bnb on the beach. Of course everyone thought it was a good idea, especially since you were new and it counted as an opportunity to bond with the rest of the group.
Mista, who was busy feeding his Sex Pistols, looked up at Bucciarati. "A trip doesn't sound bad, but what if something happens? Like what if an enemy stand user flattens our tires while we drive? Or some sand using stand creates a sand storm and I get sand in my eyes?" he rambled on. It only resulted in the rest of the team laughing at him.
"Don't be so uptight, Mista. That's Fugo's job," Narancia teased.
"Hey!" Fugo protested.
Mista rolled his eyes and sighed, watching as bullet 3 and 5 fought over a piece of salami. "Stop fighting you two, we've talked about this," he lightly scolded the small, yellow beings. He looked at Bucciarati and sighed again. "Fine, a vacation couldn't hurt," he said, finally giving in.
"Good," Bucciarati concluded. "Before we get to packing, we're going to choose our seatmates for the trip. I, myself, will be driving. My seatmate will obviously get the front passenger seat," he explained. "And whoever gets you as their seatmate, do be nice and try to bond. We include everyone here."
Everyone watched as Bucciarati wrote down everyone's names on individual strips of paper. He shuffled the names, then let everyone pick. Abbacchio was sitting in the front with Bucciarati, Narancia with Fugo, Fugo with Giorno (which resulted in 3 to a seat), and finally, Mista with you.
Mista dreaded that the most - you two always ended up arguing whenever you were around each other for too long. Now here you were, one hour into the drive and the two of you were bickering nonstop.
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