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"Alright well if you wait here for a moment I can go put on some sweatpants and ask Giorno where you're going to be staying." Dropping the two bags you were carrying onto the marble floor they thumped audibly, you took note of Fugo's nod and quickly made your way back to your room throwing on said article of clothing before briefly stopping by Giorno's office.

Both himself and Mista had been seated at the desk when you knocked sticking your head in, "Is there a specific room Fugo's going to stay in?" Asking that yet remaining in the doorway you could hear Giorno let out a hum presumably thinking over what rooms were available, before giving a short curt shrug.

"Whichever one you choose should be fine." Nodding at the response and slipping back into the hall you bounded back over towards the waiting man letting out a soft hum as you skidded to a stop before him.

"Alright so I think I know what room to put your stuff in, but I'll give you a tour of the place while we walk." Once again picking up the two bags you began walking pausing to make sure he was following along.

Walking past a few open archways as well as doors you gave a brief rundown of what was in them before stopping in front of a dark coloured door, "This is the room I have decided to put you in and uh hopefully it's not too bad." Opening the door and allowing the blond to enter first he dropped the bag in hand onto the floor, yourself doing the same.

His gaze swirled around the room observing how pristine everything was as well as how it wasn't too decorated yet filled enough not to look like a showroom. "It's very nice, I didn't expect it to look this decorated to be honest." Inputting that and catching the come here motion you made he figured you wanted to show him around some more.

"That's good then because I decorated most of the guest rooms myself, with the occasional help of the others." Lacing your hands behind your back and walking beside the blond you let out a slight laugh, "Though sometimes you can just tell who helped me decorate the room."

Wanting to ask what you meant he quickly pieced together why the minimalist furniture and small plants littered around the room looked so eerily familiar. "Did Bucciarati help you with that room?"

"Bingo. It's one of the nicer rooms in my opinion, but don't tell the others I said that." Holding a finger up to your lips after saying that you gave a smile, pausing before a set of dual doors.

"Now this here's the library." Craning the doors open both your gaze's fell upon a passed out raven haired teen resting his head along the main table. A turtle was also spotted crawling across the floor halfway towards the door.

Moving quickly to scoop up the reptile you quietly trailed back out of the library cautious as to not make any noise. "Narancia's been trying to learn new things since being back, Pol here's also been his teacher and I sometimes help out." Explaining that and giving a subtle nod to yourself you turned in place facing the blond.

Humming at what you'd said his shoulder laxed before turning to where you now stood. He stared at you like there was something missing and he gave you a sort of dumbfounded look, "Who's Pol?"

Realizing you haven't introduced the two you raised the turtle in hand up to eye level, "Fugo met Polnareff."

The blond stared at you like you were crazy for a minute or two, you must've been pranking him or something. "You guys named the turtle?" Right away after saying that he jumped in place seeing the reptile's mouth open and a man's voice come out.

"They didn't give me a name that is my name. Jean Pierre Polnareff, and you must be Pannacotta Fugo? Correct?"

Staring down at the reptile in shock he was at a loss for words, in all his years he's never heard an animal talk nor have the capability of speech. "Uh yes that would be me. It's a pleasure to meet you Polnareff." Feeling like it would only be right to respond back he still was unsure of what was happening.

"After you left and we fought a few of the ex boss's elite guards our computer got hacked and Polnareff was on the other side." Briefly pausing your brows knitted together recalling something you'd forgotten to ask, "Speaking of which I forgot but you're french aren't you?" Aiming the question obviously towards Polnareff he let out a laugh.

"Did you just figure that out now?"

"No but when I woke up from my injuries and you spoke I assumed you were french but wanted to double check anyway." Letting out a hum after that and beginning to walk down the hall once more you continued with information Fugo on how turtlenareff came to be. "Back to the story but Pol here had a plan for us to fight the boss and so we had to meet him at the colosseum and there was a big fight for-" Realizing that everything was going to become muddled very quickly you simplified the story.

"To put it short Polnareff was a stand user who got killed by the boss and now just chills either in the turtle or as the turtle as a ghost haunting it." Glancing down towards the turtle in question he let out a slight huff before nodding to how you explained it.

Analyzing what you'd said Fugo nodded his head a bit, from the looks of things the team must've been through a lot after having declared that they were betraying the now Ex boss. He could only imagine what else had happened during that time frame.

"Oh I forgot to ask this earlier but how are the magazines I brought you? I wasn't sure what you liked so Trish and I picked a few with a mixture of things." Shifting your attention back to Polnareff and asking if he liked the few things you'd picked up at the mall for him he gave a noise in what you could only assume was appreciation.

"They're just fine. I'm happy that you'd go through the trouble of buying them for me."

Eyeing the interaction between yourself and Polnareff, the corner of the blonds lips curled into a half smile. It seemed like the relationship between the two of you was that he was some sort of weird uncle or perhaps a mentor figure. Someone that would provide advice when they could or just be someone to vent to.

"Anyways though if you need anything else just let me know." Insisting that and stopping by the kitchen you led Fugo over towards the counter setting Polnareff on top. "And if you need anything you let me know as well." Raising a hand and pointing towards the strawberry blond to include him in what you said a hum left your lips.

Moving off towards the fridge and grabbing out two water bottles as well as a few blueberries, you placed the bottle before the blond then set the berries before Polnareff. "If you have any questions about anything feel free to ask."

Taking the bottle and twisting it in hand he nodded softly, "You seem very unbothered by everything." Pointing that out while twisting open the top he took a quick swing relishing in how the cold liquid contrasted with the heat of the day.

Twisting open your own drink and taking a gulp you responded to his statement, a shrug quickly following after. "I mean a lot happened so. . ." trailing off you bobbed your head into another nod resting an elbow against the kitchen island.

Fugo gave a nod as well taking what you said and letting out a deep sigh, his gaze momentarily trailing towards the windows before falling back on you.

An almost bittersweet smile had taken over his expression.

"Tell me about it."

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Fugo seeing YN talking to a turtle:

I have decided that in part 2 Y/N's not going to be completely useless (Since I accidentally made her that in part 1- but to be fair it was also the 1800's)

I'm excited for that one to get to a point where I can begin posting :D