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"So, favorite colour?" Having asked that Narancia once again leaned among the table, for the past few minutes the group had been asking small questions such as favorite colour, food, what you'd be reincarnated as in your next like,

You know, very mundane things. Though you didn't really mind.

"Hm (F/C). I think it looks nice." Humming that out and raising your to-go cup up to take a sip you continued to hum softly afterwards. Your anxiety seemed to have quickly subsided as the others remained friendly, making an effort to keep themselves from being overly weird.

The last comment mainly aimed towards Mista and Narancia seeing as they were the ones asking the more...offhanded questions. Whereas Fugo chose to ask more practical ones.

Abbacchio had yet to enter the conversation but seemed perfectly content with just watching from along the sidelines taking sips from the glass of wine set before him.

"(F/C) is a pretty colour." Nodding his head at your answer the black haired teen went to ask another question before quickly being cut off.

"Say I'm supposed to be getting to know you all too aren't I?" Having stated that it seemed as though they understood what you were getting at right away waiting for whatever question you wanted to ask. "I just wanted to ask how long you've all been a team?"

Leaning back into his chair and pursing his lips, Mista tapped a finger along his chin, "You know I never really bothered to remember how long it's been. Maybe a year?" His tone of voice came out unsure and it wasn't really till the others started chiming in with their own answers did you quickly realize they probably couldn't remember.

"No, it was two years. I remember it being two years." Firing out his own answer Narancia raised a hand pointing a finger towards Mista accusingly.

"What do you mean two years?! It was one, maybe two. But I'm saying it was most likely one."

"It was two!" "One!" "Two!" "One! And says the person who can't do math."

Shaking his head as the two began bickering Fugo chimed in, "I'd say one and a half years, it'd make the mo-" "Shut up! Nobody was asking you!" Abruptly being interrupted by the two the blond took in a deep breath before the three of them began arguing. The verbal insults and threats slowly became more physical.

Trailing your gaze away from the three and to where Abbacchio was, your eyes quickly landed on the wine glass once in the man's hand being knocked down onto the ground. The culprit of which was the others now having resorted to showing and the likes.

The accident quickly got him involved leaving you to sit and watch the scene unfold. Your mind prayed that Bucciarati would walk in then and there, but that would've just been sheer luck.

"Guys, you should stop arguing. We're still in a restaurant." Your words fell upon deaf ears and the boys continued. Mista and Narancia were both in separate chokeholds while a few random smacks sounded from Fugo and Abbacchio getting hit.

An annoyed groan left your lips knowing that if you didn't stop them then the restaurant would surely be focused on your table and that was certainly something you wanted.

"Guys! Shut up and sit down! You're all making a scene and I will not hesitate to tell Bucciarati when he comes back!" Knowing that if you didn't somehow add the last bit they'd continue a relieved sigh left you lips watching them pause. Though it wasn't for anything you'd said. Instead their eyes collectively trailed towards something drifting through the air before landing itself on the tip of Fugo's nose.

"A butterfly?" Separating themselves from one another the blond blew upwards watching as the insect flapped its wings drifting in front of Mista and Narancia before resting itself on Abbacchio's extended finger, his index was set out like a birds perch allowing it a place to land.

"Must've snuck in when the door's opened." Hearing him hum that out you were surprised to hear Abbacchio speak. His voice was much deeper than you had expected though you also felt that hearing him yell at the others sounded very different compared to his normal speaking voice.

Raising his hand up to eye level the man stared at the intricate swirl designs along the butterflies wings as well as how they appeared almost gold in colour. The rest of the butterfly's body was also quite unnatural being covered in a bronzy hue.

It almost looked fake up close.

"Yeah but then if it snuck in why is it all the way back here?" Stating that Mista leaned over the table as well resting his arms along the surface as to get a better look at the insect much like how Abbacchio was. "It does look very pretty though. What kind do you think it is?"

Now although seconds ago they were bickering and fighting amongst each other over such a stupid question, you appreciated how they became quite soft in the presence of something as small as a butterfly.

"A monarch!" A smack was delivered to the back of Narancia's head as the blond beside him gave a brief scowl.

"Monarchs are orange, idiot. They also have black all around their wings." Explaining that Fugo crossed his arms, gaze trailing towards Abbacchio's hand which still took the form of a perch.

"Well what if the wings inside are black and orange? Butterflies can have two different colours can't they?" At this point Narancia was just annoyed with having been smacked by the blond more than once in the same day, which also led him to reach out towards the insect.

Feeling as though he wasn't the most...cautions out of the group you reflexively expended your hand outwards blocking his own from possibly squishing the poor thing. "Ah please be careful, she's fragile." Softly inputting that and lightly pushing his hand down you flashed a soft smile.

Eyeing the butterfly once more before moving his violet hues up to where you sat it was as though a stitch had been flipped in his head. The way you moved quickly to defend the insect and how you referred to it led him to assume it came in when you did.

Otherwise they would've noticed it beforehand.

"So, the butterflies yours then?" Moving his hand in place and absentmindedly keeping his pointer finger outstretched his ombre hues trailed to where you sat. His aura didn't feel as threatening as before and if anything watching him move to accommodate the animal made you assume he has soft spots for specific things.

"Yes it is," Nodding to the question you gave a slight hum watching the man's gaze return to the creature. His thoughts moved onto what the insect was, there was definitely more to it but a restaurant wasn't really the right place to ask those kind of questions.

"Though she kinda just does her own thing." Having added that you tried to gauge the groups expression, each person was still focused on the butterfly. Curiosity was easily read through their expressions yet before anyone could ask or add anything else Bucciarati had returned.

The man's gaze was trained among the table and a soft smile was set out across his lips. This was the first time he'd entered the establishment and no yelling was heart from the entrance. To say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement.

"Well everyone, if you are all done chatting we best get going." His tone of voice was calm and his blue hues surveyed the table. He knew that leaving you to chat with the others wasn't a bad idea, though what happened after he left would be completely out of his hands.

He was just glad that nothing too destructive happened this time around.

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Y/N when the team began arguing: