[ Narancia opens the door almost too quickly - he's been pacing around the entrance because of all of his nervous energy, which means the door swings open with way more force than it needs to. ]
Abbacchio! [ His expression... certainly doesn't look too positive. But Narancia's nothing if not an idealist, so he tires to remain positive. ] Well? Come in already and catch me up!
[It'd be easy to just withdraw and not explain himself. None of them are going to take this well, and he's not going to be the only one who hurts.
So he steels himself and gives Narancia a careful look when he steps inside.]
Bucciarati's gone, Narancia.
I played Moody Blues and watched it happen. So I checked with the Moon Knights and the scientists. They said that he isn't on Lunatia anymore. That... he's very likely gone back to our planet.
[Not that they could confirm. Either way, Bucciarati is screwed, and Abbacchio can't do anything about it.]
[ His expression falls as he leans back against the door he's shut, brows knitting together. Of course he had considered this possibility, but hearing it confirmed is something else. ]
Back on our planet? But— [ Naturally, he wants to push back against this; denial always bubbles up first when it comes to emotional distress with Narancia. ] We were all back together, sort of...
[ And now he's torn, because he wants to go back to Earth to be with Bucciarati, but he doesn't want to leave Abbacchio behind a second time either. Maybe he's being ignorant or delusional, but he denies the possibility that this can't be solved, somehow - it's not like Bucciarati had died or anything - ]
We just— we just have to figure out how to bring him back!
[Abbacchio steels himself, determined to keep his cool and keep his composure. He pauses, then puts his hand on Narancia's shoulder.]
Listen to me. I saw what happened. And the scientists have no idea how to bring back or if it's even possible. We're an anomaly to them, practically unknown.
So he's there. And we can't do anything about it. We're here until whenever we go back, if we go back.
[ Abbacchio may try to keep his composure, but Narancia doesn't. He's never been able to hold back with things like this - being pulled apart like this from his family unknowingly and suddenly, it's one of the most painful things he can imagine. His eyes well up even if he bites the tears back from falling, shaking his head. ]
But if I just wait until we can go back... [ His voice trails off, and he shakes his head. He doesn't want that either, because he'd feel too guilty about Abbacchio having to return to a fate so gruesome and horrible. ] We can't! I don't want to, if it's not all of us.
[ He doesn't have to know about his own fate to not want to return to the trials they'd had, not when he can have a life here with all of them regardless. ]
Just 'cuz they don't know now doesn't mean they won't ever will. I won't give up on him.
[ He remains convinced of this, sniffling once to try and regain his composure, and stepping in to the offered arm. His own loops around Abbacchio's back casually, loosely. ]
I don't understand all that shit about coming and going. [ That much comes off his tongue bluntly. ] I just don't want us all to get separated.
[Abbacchio's arm hooks around Narancia lightly. The other hand comes up to lightly ruffle his hair, because he isn't sure how else to show his affection right now.]
I hate it too. [He even kind of misses Fugo, but he doesn't bring that up either, a sore spot for all of them.] It'd be easier if it was all of us together.
But we'll have to make do until that happens, all right?
[There's a pause.] ...You were here living with him. Weren't you?
[ Oofe. It's sad even using the past tense here, but he tries to not dwell on it for long, resting his face in Abbacchio's shoulder while he heaves out a sigh. ]
But there's no way I can afford this shit on my own. [ Bruno was likely paying a larger portion of this living space, too, which is just an additional thorn in his side. ] So I dunno how much longer I'll be living here here.
[Honestly, Abbacchio likes having his own space, but he doesn't hesitate to even make the offer. For all of the shit he gives Narancia, he cares deeply about him. Lightly, he squeezes him more in the hug.]
I have room. You know? You can stay with me. If you're cool with that.
[ It's not like Narancia doubts that the gang like him; it's only a little surprising because he'd imagined Abbacchio would rather Narancia squeeze in with the other Passione members. One way or another, Narancia would find a way to survive. Besides, he's aware his loud personality can get on Abbacchio's nerves, so he didn't wanna impose. He peeks up at Abbacchio with a curious eye, his expression seeming lighter. ]
'Course I'd be cool with it! That'd be dope. I'd even sleep on the couch if you asked me to.
[Lightly, he ruffles Narancia's hair again. Sometimes he struggles with being appropriately affectionate, but he's trying harder. Especially for Narancia.]
Nah, you'd get your own room. I'm not using it for much other than storage honestly and I don't have that much shit to move out.
[ He relaxes a little more under the affection, not minding one bit that his hair is getting more and more messy. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. ]
Okay. I'm down. [ Drawing back from the embrace enough to get a good read on his expression, as opposed to peeking like he had been. ] S'not like I got a lotta shit to move either.
[ this boy is always struggling in the chroma department... ]
We can probably get Mista 'n Giorno to help. You're older, so you can probably just tell them to!
[ That's the way things have always been between the gang - always trudging along and surviving whatever way they can. Narancia doesn't doubt that, even if they get separated for a little bit. ]
If I've got you 'n everyone else nearby, I don't gotta worry.
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have u seen bucciarati around?
he hasnt been home in a few days n ive looked everywhere 4 him
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he hasnt answered tho
i dont think the messages r even going thru anymore
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listen
stay at the apartment
im gonna use moody blues to figure out what's going on
i'll ask the moon knights too
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he would have told me if he was going somewhere so something probably happened
even some of his stuff is gone
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Abbacchio! [ His expression... certainly doesn't look too positive. But Narancia's nothing if not an idealist, so he tires to remain positive. ] Well? Come in already and catch me up!
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So he steels himself and gives Narancia a careful look when he steps inside.]
Bucciarati's gone, Narancia.
I played Moody Blues and watched it happen. So I checked with the Moon Knights and the scientists. They said that he isn't on Lunatia anymore. That... he's very likely gone back to our planet.
[Not that they could confirm. Either way, Bucciarati is screwed, and Abbacchio can't do anything about it.]
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Back on our planet? But— [ Naturally, he wants to push back against this; denial always bubbles up first when it comes to emotional distress with Narancia. ] We were all back together, sort of...
[ And now he's torn, because he wants to go back to Earth to be with Bucciarati, but he doesn't want to leave Abbacchio behind a second time either. Maybe he's being ignorant or delusional, but he denies the possibility that this can't be solved, somehow - it's not like Bucciarati had died or anything - ]
We just— we just have to figure out how to bring him back!
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[Abbacchio steels himself, determined to keep his cool and keep his composure. He pauses, then puts his hand on Narancia's shoulder.]
Listen to me. I saw what happened. And the scientists have no idea how to bring back or if it's even possible. We're an anomaly to them, practically unknown.
So he's there. And we can't do anything about it. We're here until whenever we go back, if we go back.
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But if I just wait until we can go back... [ His voice trails off, and he shakes his head. He doesn't want that either, because he'd feel too guilty about Abbacchio having to return to a fate so gruesome and horrible. ] We can't! I don't want to, if it's not all of us.
[ He doesn't have to know about his own fate to not want to return to the trials they'd had, not when he can have a life here with all of them regardless. ]
Just 'cuz they don't know now doesn't mean they won't ever will. I won't give up on him.
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They did say it was possible he could show up again. But I'm not saying you should hope it'll happen. He might not.
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[ He remains convinced of this, sniffling once to try and regain his composure, and stepping in to the offered arm. His own loops around Abbacchio's back casually, loosely. ]
I don't understand all that shit about coming and going. [ That much comes off his tongue bluntly. ] I just don't want us all to get separated.
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I hate it too. [He even kind of misses Fugo, but he doesn't bring that up either, a sore spot for all of them.] It'd be easier if it was all of us together.
But we'll have to make do until that happens, all right?
[There's a pause.] ...You were here living with him. Weren't you?
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[ Oofe. It's sad even using the past tense here, but he tries to not dwell on it for long, resting his face in Abbacchio's shoulder while he heaves out a sigh. ]
But there's no way I can afford this shit on my own. [ Bruno was likely paying a larger portion of this living space, too, which is just an additional thorn in his side. ] So I dunno how much longer I'll be living here here.
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[Honestly, Abbacchio likes having his own space, but he doesn't hesitate to even make the offer. For all of the shit he gives Narancia, he cares deeply about him. Lightly, he squeezes him more in the hug.]
I have room. You know? You can stay with me. If you're cool with that.
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[ It's not like Narancia doubts that the gang like him; it's only a little surprising because he'd imagined Abbacchio would rather Narancia squeeze in with the other Passione members. One way or another, Narancia would find a way to survive. Besides, he's aware his loud personality can get on Abbacchio's nerves, so he didn't wanna impose. He peeks up at Abbacchio with a curious eye, his expression seeming lighter. ]
'Course I'd be cool with it! That'd be dope. I'd even sleep on the couch if you asked me to.
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Nah, you'd get your own room. I'm not using it for much other than storage honestly and I don't have that much shit to move out.
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Okay. I'm down. [ Drawing back from the embrace enough to get a good read on his expression, as opposed to peeking like he had been. ] S'not like I got a lotta shit to move either.
[ this boy is always struggling in the chroma department... ]
We can probably get Mista 'n Giorno to help. You're older, so you can probably just tell them to!
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Sounds good to me.
...Hey. We're gonna manage. All right? [And he does want to be... better. Be good for his friends. He won't fuck up this second chance.]
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[ That's the way things have always been between the gang - always trudging along and surviving whatever way they can. Narancia doesn't doubt that, even if they get separated for a little bit. ]
If I've got you 'n everyone else nearby, I don't gotta worry.
[ because family takes care of family!! ]