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"Marco Polo International Airport," Looking down the tarmac towards where the main building was, you'd taken a seat among the warm runway just under the plane's nose. The reptile to which you'd bestowed the name Coco onto was held within your lap as the others inspected different elements of the plane. "You know I've never flown before. Never been on a plane." Tilting your head up to look at the lean man standing beside you his gaze flickered down.

"Really? You've never been on one?" Raising a brow, blue hues trailed over your face momentarily before meeting with your (E/C) ones, a quick shake of your head was given in response to his question. "Ah well, I suppose this will be your first then."

Returning his focus back towards the others you did the same catching sight of Giorno resting a hand on the plane's wing, a golden aura surrounding the blond. "I don't feel any life energy. There are no living creatures on this plane, not even a cockroach." Announcing that to the dark haired man, Bruno gave a nod.

"All right then, let's take this plane. Don't let any living creature or machine near this airplane. After taking off, an airplane glides at a few thousand to ten thousand meters at a speed of around 800 kilometers per hour. Once in the air, there's no stand user who can control that kind of speed or power from the ground." Informing the group on that Bruno had paused extending a hand down to help you up. "Our destination is Sardinia. The flight should be around two hours."

"Well then, we better start boarding." Being the first to head up the plane's stairs Abbacchio was quickly followed by Narancia then Trish. Yourself and Bruno trailed behind soon after while Mista and Giorno remained outside till informed otherwise.

Making your way towards the cockpit and peaking in beside Narancia your eyes focused on the iridescent skin of Moody Blues. "Oh wait, that's cool. Are you going to fly the plane with replay?" The stand made a rewinding noise before molding itself into a pilot.

"Wait, but if you're doing that there's no guarantee that this thing flew to Sardinia." Hearing Narancia say that you realized he had a point, Moody Blues was only capable of repeating things that have already happened so flying a plane somewhere else was a different story.

"I'm pretty sure there's this thing called INS that lets you put in a destination, and it'll get you there automatically." Keeping his gaze focused on what Moody Blues was doing Abbacchio added on. "I saw it in a movie once. If I find the INS and input our destination there shouldn't be an issue."

"I'm sorry but a movie? You're going by a movie?" Wanting to laugh at the fact he was relying on something he'd seen once in a movie you covered your mouth holding it in.

"Abbacchio, how long until takeoff?" Jumping from the sudden appearance of the ebony haired man looming over your shoulder, his gaze focused ahead addressing the pale haired man.

"No idea. I can't exactly fast forward this. It'll probably take around ten minutes." Realizing that at this point your presence wasn't needed you pulled away from the doorway maneuvering around the two before taking a seat on the other side of the aisle from Trish.

Her eyes were focused ahead on something rather intently.

"What are you staring at?" Wanting to know what had her full attention she merely pointed towards Bruno's leg, a cut on the back of his shin was plainly visible and you were surprised that something such as that went unnoticed by you.

"Did he get injured during the restaurant battle?" Asking that softly her eyes still narrowed in on the cut, it appeared rather deep but the thing that confused you both was that it was barely bleeding.

"He did, but I thought I healed everything. How could I miss something like that." Your words trailed off into a mumble and out of habit you began bouncing your leg. It was unlike you, very unlike you to miss an injury like that but...it didn't seem like it was bleeding.

"He's not bleeding a lot." Muttering back to you a nod was shared between the both of you. You'd definitely have to ask to see it once the plane takes off.

The engine of the plane purred to life and both Giorno and Mista climbed aboard closing the doors behind them. Everyone quickly sat themselves in whatever seat was unoccupied while the plane began speeding down the runway becoming airborne in no time.

Unknowingly clutching the armrest in your hands upon takeoff you could feel the shift in air pressure. Staring out the window for a bit you eventually tore your gaze away, moving it over towards where everyone else sat.

Mista, Narancia and Giorno remained closer towards the front of the plane while Bruno seemingly chose a seat closer to Trish and yourself. Feeling like now would be a good time to ask about his injury, you unbuckled your seatbelt rising to your feet. The plane shifted from the wind outside but holding onto Trish's seat you were able to make it to the vacant seat beside Bruno quickly occupying it.

Seeing you pop into his peripheral and fall right into the seat adjacent to his own, he turned his head away from the window watching you fumble in place from the very slight plane movements. "What do you think of flying so far?"

Turning to face the black haired man a hum left your lips, "Not as smooth as I expected it to be, but so far it's not too bad." Nodding your head a tad while saying that your gaze flickered towards the window then towards Bruno. "What about you? Not regarding the flight, but I just want to know how you're doing?"

Perplexed by the question he pursed his lips pondering over the question, a deep hum tumbled from the man before a response was given. "I'm doing good, why do you ask?" Resting an elbow among the armrest his eyes ran across your features.

"Well there's a cut on the back of your leg, so I assumed it hurts. But you're also not bleeding a lot from it." Hearing you point that out he right away shifted in place to see what you were referring to, eyes landing on the gash. "So if you don't mind..." Understanding what you were asking he once again shifted in his seat to the best of his ability, moving so that his leg faced the aisle.

Slipping out of your seat and kneeling down onto the floor you rested a hand along the side of his pant leg, your hand glowing dimly as you did so and a stream threaded through the cuts edges sealing it up. The odd thing about it though was that it took longer than other wounds to close up leaving you to sit there with your hand on Bruno's leg for about a minute.

Talk about awkward.

"Anyways uh there you go...and uh if you'd like I could fix the tear too?" Keeping a straight face as you asked that, you internally screamed at yourself. Bruno was honestly someone who could make your heart beat a mile a minute just from his mere presence alone.

"If you don't mind." Nodding at that and fishing the small sewing kit you'd obtained earlier, you moved his leg up a bit tugging at the fabric till you could see the tear, the needle clutched between your fingers weaved through the fabric quickly and expertly.

Watching you skillfully stitch up the hole he let out a hum, his eyes were fixated on each thing you did, shifting from the slightest tapping of your foot to the way you bit your bottom lip in focus. Those little quirks of yours were always something he took notice of whether it was on purpose or on accident, it had sort of become a habit at this point.

Tapping your foot and bouncing your leg often meant you were anxious or nervous about something, biting your lip was a sign you were focused or in thought. While tapping your fingers along stuff was just something you did without any specific thing behind it.

Each was unique in their own sense and he found himself attending to whatever was the matter.

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Inside Y/N's mind when regarding Bruno:

If that man BREATHED in my direction- I'd simply pass away.