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"I think it's all healed up now." Muttering that under your breath you merely stayed in place as a napkin was lightly dabbed over your unopened eye.

Though Abbacchio wasn't the nicest of the people or even the gentlest, his touch when attending to your face was much more delicate and softer than you would've ever expected. Almost as though he thought you'd fall apart if he was anything but that.

"There's still a cut there. So don't even think about moving." Pressing the napkin over your eye once more he held it there assuming that the coolness of it would sooth any aggravation. Letting out a sigh in response your good eye trailed towards Mista who'd been muttering either to himself or to his stand, depending on if he summoned them or not.

The turtle that Trish resided in had been placed in your lap while Bruno went to find where Narancia and Giorno disappeared off to. The three of them arrived not even a few minutes later, both Bruno and Narancia supporting the blond.

"Nurse Abbacchio, may I check out now?" Raising a hand as though you were waiting to get called on the man before you scoffed at the word nurse pulling back and crossing his arms. The tips of his ears burned red but were easily hidden within the confines of his hair.

Taking his actions and lack of response as a yes, you hopped out of your seat quickly dragging the chair over to where the three were and from just coming closer you could see Narancia garnering his own injuries though appearing unbothered by them. Giorno on the other hand you knew would need some treating, to which you motioned towards the seat and the blond.

"You really got used as shark bait huh." Humming that out and waiting for him to sit comfortably in the chair you'd brought over, you tried assessing the bite. Most of it was covered by the collar of his jacket leading you to lightly poke at it before eventually just tugging it to the side letting the fabric rest around his shoulder.

The whole side of his neck and shoulder were torn in different areas once the fabric was fully moved and you quickly yet lightly rested your hands on the blond. One just below his chin while the other rested below the wound on his chest.

"How are you holding up Narancia?" Briefly moving your eyes towards the dark haired teen he just gave a hum watching you heal up Giorno.

"I'm doing good, glad I caught those bastards." Standing behind the chair Giorno was sitting on he crossed his arms, he was glad the enemy had been taken care of, that was what really mattered of course.

Nodding in understanding you returned you attention back to the blond before you, the wound now almost fully closed and the man in question seeming more awake. "What happened to your eye?"

Hearing the blond ask that you merely waited till no sign of the wound was visible, "Oh well the shark that dragged you away scratched it. It'll go away soon." Insisting that and moving to fix the jacket in place you hummed to yourself pulling back.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, I had my personal nurse over there take care of it." Jutting a finger back towards Abbacchio you could faintly make out the man fuming at your use of the term 'nurse' once more. "It'll just take longer to heal since eyes are quite sensitive." A noise in understanding was given at what you'd said.

It would make sense that your self-healing had slowed since using your stand on everyone.

Moving around the chair to where Narancia was, you reached out to begin fixing up the teen before being jolted back.

Without a thought he'd moved forward throwing his arms around you in a tight hug, a sort of thanks for understanding what he was trying to say earlier.

That and he just wanted a hug.

"Thank you for helping." Though his voice was muffled by your shoulder, you understood what he was saying and returned the hug to the best of your ability.

"Yeah of course. I'm happy everything worked out, but now I need to fix up your wounds." Saying that and patting him lightly on the back as if to ask him to let go, he merely shook his head, tightening the hug some more. "Narancia, I need you to let go so I can heal you."

"You just need contact don't you? This should be fine." Though you were unable to see his face the teen was content with the hug, his expression was rather blissful and it seemed almost as though he was trying to rub the fact in that he was hugging you to the others.

Which for the most part was working fairly well.

"Ok, I think that's enough Narancia. You're going to make her uncomfortable." Calling that out from the table Mista pushed his chair back standing up. Anyone with eyes could plainly see that the gunslinger was jealous at the show of affection.

"If she was uncomfortable she'd say something."

"Well, she's too nice to say anything."

Feeling like he knew what was going to happen Giorno hopped out of his chair scooting it back into the table and eyed the scene. Abbacchio did the same leaning an arm on the table as Mista and Narancia spiraled into a little argument.

The taller of the two yanked you and Narancia apart keeping a hand glued to your shoulder while speaking to the dark haired teen. His head was tilted up and he was staring down the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong Mista? You jealous of a hug? Pa-lease." Rolling his eyes at the gunslinger Narancia let out a huff. "It's not like I did anything else."

"Yeah, well obviously. But that smug look on your face just pissed me off."

"Well then go cry about it! I could care less about what you think!" The two glared at one another and the energy between them was close to suffocating, leading you to cast your gaze towards Giorno and Abbacchio in a silent plea for help.

"If you're going by that logic then you wouldn't mind if I did this-" The lean man turned quickly towards you resting both hands on your shoulders with the intent of leaning in, your heartbeat sped up in response to this.

"Ok, I think you both have said enough." Instead of feeling your lips on his own a smooth surface met with them, the design of a purple ladybug and golden hand came into view followed by the sound of Giorno's voice. Golden Experience was now standing beside you, a hand extended outwards covering the lower part of your face. "I think we should be heading off now."

Though Abbacchio had a distinct dislike for the blond he was relieved that he'd stepped in. Personally the white haired man wouldn't know how to react if the act did occur, let alone if the gunslinger would make it out of the situation unscathed.

Staring up at the golden stand in appreciation it pulled it's hand back raising it to pat the top of your head gently, an almost protective aura radiated from it.

"Giorno's right, we should really be heading off now." Moving up the canal stairs and addressing the group Bruno's eyes lingered over the golden stand beside you watching as it faded away.

The way Mista and Narancia remained quiet, both shooting daggers at one another was enough of a sign to let him know a small scuffle had happened. Additionally you had veered off towards the blond planting yourself by his side, while Abbacchio begrudgingly stood up from his seat.

"Our journey to Sardania begins here."

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Giorno/GE @ Y/N:

Can I get an Owa Owa for the Y/N and stand interaction?!

Man looking through the rest of the chapters I'm low key disappointed that I didn't add as many of those as I should've D:

Anyways though, hope you all enjoy!