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"Precisely it. I'm not sure how or why either, but someone put these in here on purpose. Let's throw them outside."

"Huh?! But opening the door is super dangerous! Apparently, the difference in air pressure would send us flying like some rat in a toilet!" Nodding your head vigorously at what Narancia had said you added onto what the raven haired teen has said fully agreeing with his point. "Exactly! I mean I don't know a lot about planes but I'm pretty sure you can't open the door anyways."

"Well then everybody, hang onto something." Declaring that then calling out his stand, everyone frantically shot towards something clutching onto whatever it was for dear life. The blue and grey stand, known to everyone as Sticky Fingers landed it's fist against the plane's floor and a zipper was stretched out across it. The zipper was opened quickly and closed quickly without much effort and the fridge disappeared from sight.

"Guess you didn't need to hang on after all."

Merely staring at the man a relieved sigh left everyone, each person letting go of whatever they held. "Jesus Bruno, you really scared the shit out of all of us." Muttering that under your breath and pulling yourself away from Mista and Narancia; since they were the two you decided to cling onto a huff had left your lips.

"It was all in precaution. Now was there anything else out of the ordinary? Check every inch of this plane."

Feeling like there would be enough people to search the main cabin you trailed ahead sending a few light knocks on the cockpit door before popping your head in. "Bruno wants everyone to check the plane for anything suspicious so I'm joining you for a bit." Claiming that and not waiting for a reply you closed the door behind you scanning the area.

Buttons and switches galore met your eyes as well as maps and statistics of the plane itself. Moody Blues still took the form of the pilot skillfully holding onto the plane's controls and you couldn't help but lean over the stands shoulder scanning it's face for a moment before trailing over to its user.

"Why exactly does Bucciarati want everyone to search the plane?" Turning his body to face you, his arms crossed over one another. He didn't mind your company so the question wasn't a trick to get you to leave, it was just out of curiosity for what was happening behind the cockpit doors.

"Well I mean Giono found severed fingers in one of the fridges and Bruno threw the whole thing out of the plane." Answering with that then redirecting your attention back to Moody Blues you lightly reached a hand out curious as to if the stand had each separate piece of hair made or if it was just one big mass that didn't move.

Wanting to get more information out of you he paused realizing that the situation you described was something that would happen, which led to him choosing to watch you essentially pet his stand in the form of the pilot.

"Anyways though, how's being a co-pilot going?" Ending up moving to stand behind the pale haired man's chair you crossed your arms leaning on it. Normally you would avoid being so casual with him, but considering everything that's happening you felt that there was a slowly blooming friendship.

"Well, it was relaxing until you came in." Letting out a huff and uncrossing one of his arms he tilted his head up raising a hand to flick your nose somewhat playfully. "But it's also only the beginning of the flight. I wouldn't even say we're halfway there."

"We're not even halfway there? Damn, this is going to be a long flight." Breathing out a sigh before focusing your gaze out the window, the view up ahead seemed much like what you saw through your own seats window. The only difference between the two being that you could see Abbacchio's expression through the reflection ahead.

"Say have you ever thought of putting your hair up? Maybe into something like a ponytail?" Absentmindedly asking that the man in question merely let out a hum. He didn't mind the question or the fact you'd begun tapping your fingers along the back of his headrest.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. I mean it'd be something different than just having it down."

Pondering over what to answer with another hum left through his nose, "I put it up sometimes, when I want it out of the way." Answering with that he bobbed his head looking through the glass's reflection to gauge your reaction.

Your expression was laxed and seemed as though you were trying to imagine him with his silvery locks up as opposed to down. "Ah, that would make sense."

"You should put it up sometime." Pulling yourself off from his chair and leaning over the side you flashed him a warm smile. "I'm going to head back to see if there's anything else the others need. I'll pop back in, in a bit."

Still choosing to watch your reflection instead of turning Abbacchio waited till you left to reach up and feel the edges of his ears.

A grumble left his lips afterwards feeling how warm they'd become and presumably they were once again a red hue. It was annoying to think that gestures as small as smiling would affect him in the way they did.

When the two of you had first met he could've given a rats ass about what you did or how you acted.

But now he felt as though the world stopped whenever you were around. It was an off thing, he wasn't one who could blindly trust others nor open up to them. But in all honestly he could tell you've wormed your way past those walls he'd build up.

Perhaps it was the little dumb moments you had where he'd find himself laughing, or maybe even just how carful you were when treating any kind of damage or injury anyone had. The selflessness and loyalty you carried was unbelievable and he respected that.

You appeared just as compassionate as Bucciarati as well as observative. Which led him to grow attached to you in such a short amount of time.

If it was any specific moment that he realized then and there that you weren't just some snot nose prissy brat was when you disappeared back at the house returning with drinks. One for yourself and one for him.

Something he never really would've expected. A kind thoughtless gesture.

Stepping out of the cockpit you didn't anticipate reflexively catching a bloodied Narancia nor everyone freaking out over what you could only assume was a flesh blob on the floor.

Having walked into practically a warzone your eyes bounced between everyone watching as the blob flew towards Trish stopping halfway only to dart back wrapping itself around Golden Experiences arm.

Wanting to ask what the hell was going on you figured just keeping your distance and fixing up the teen in your arms at the moment would be most beneficial. Though from the looks of things it seemed as though Giorno's hand had been torn off.

"I should've just stayed in the cockpit." Muttering that under your breath and shaking your head, you secured your arms around Narancia in a sort of awkward back hug. It was merely due to how he had fallen back on you, but who's to blame.

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Y/N stepping out of the cockpit and into some random battle with a flesh blob:

Here is the new chapter for you all!

Honestly Abbacchio and Y/N interactions are one of my favorite to write :D