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At first, things seemed so normal. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. Save for the fact that all of them weren't in their proper bodies thanks to Diavolo, who happened to be responsible for the entire body swap. Everyone wasn't in their proper bodies, Mista was in Trish's, Giorno in Narancia's, Abbachio was in a 10 year old's body and surprisingly, Buccellati in Diavolo and vice versa.
Of course, at this point, the only ones who were marked safe from the whole body swap mess were (f/n) and Fugo given that the duo had finished a run in with another enemy stand user before they made their way here, just as Buccellati had instructed them earlier.
As soon as the team had filled the duo in, another mess with Chariot Requiem and everyone else's stand going haywire and the talking turtle, who happens to be Jean-Pierre Polnareff in a turtle's body and said turtle in his, that seemed to strike a chord within the (h/c) teen's head. Buccellati was the first to notice the shift in the usually mild mannered stand user.
Oh No.
Giorno seemed to notice the growing unease from his superior and just as he had opened his mouth to ask if there was something wrong, he instantly got his answer.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Seemed to echo throughout the empty Colosseum and beyond as they all glanced at the source of their friend going off faster than Mista could yell about the number four and how it was bad luck. "I HAVE HAD IT WITH THIS WHOLE FUCKING THING!!!" (F/N) yelled, throwing down an empty soda bottle to the ground as they pointed over to where Diavolo stood. "aND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS MOTHERFUCKER AND HIS ANTICS!!"
"(F/N) c-calm down!!" Abbachio spoke, his hand stretched out to place it upon the raging teen as they spoke again, "yOU HAVE OFFICIALLY MADE ME LOOSE MY MARBLES!!" And that was the start of everything, we see the (h/c) youth stride towards to where Diavolo was and it was funny considering how said man had just woken up and was greeted by a kick to the face by a furious (e/c) eyed teen and after a couple of kicks and screeches that rivaled Mista, Narancia and Abbachio's assault to the guy who they thought was an enemy stand user, the rest of the gang had to pull the bezerking youth away to ensure the safety of Bruno's body.
"I AM TIRED OF ALL YOU F R I CK S!!" (F/N) yelled at the top of their lungs with Fugo, Giorno, Mista and Narancia holding them back before said teen bit Narancia's hand which prompted said male to smack his hand back to an unsuspecting Fugo who then howled in pain as his elbow collided with Mista's cheek and Mista accidentally head butting poor Giorno right at his nose which left all of them wincing or doubling over in pain with Fugo cussing at Narancia.
At this point, (f/n) was on the ground, hands on their shirt before ripping it out of its buttons, letting out a loud 'WRRRYYY' that was louder than any blonde, green lipstick wearing vampire could muster as they stood up, quickly summoning their stand into view before proceeding to kick down trash cans, innocent lamps and even going to as far with ramming their head against the nearest wall before glancing at the rest of the gang and Diavolo who visibly flinched before making their way towards the group.
Stopping at where both Trish and Narancia stood, the (h/c) teen took a sharp inhale as they spoke, "Your dad's an absolute psychopath. HAVE YOU SEEN THAT PINK HAIR MOTHERFUCKER USE EVERY SINGLE THING AS HIS PHONE?! EVERY FUCKING TIME I HEAR DRING-DRING OR WHATEVER POSSIBLE RINGING NOSE THAT BITCHASS PRODUCES DRIVES ME UP TO THE WALL AND I HAVEN'T GOT ANY PROPER SLEEP AT ALL."
Turning their gaze to where Narancia stood, the (h/c) teen then grabbed Narancia by the collar, their noses touching as they spoke, voice just above a whisper, "Because of you....I CAN'T GET A PROPER WINK OF SLEEP. EVERY GODDAMN TIME, YOU THRASH AND MOVE AROUND LIKE YOU WERE PERFORMING THE TORTURE DANCE ON SOME DECAPITATED HEAD ON THE SHIP."
Once they were done with Trish and Narancia, their gaze then went over to where Fugo and Giorno were, who happen to sweat profusely as the (h/c) gangster met their gaze with the duo, "YOUR PARENTS ARE ASSHOLES. GIORNO, FUGO, I LOVE YOU BOTH BUT GODDAMN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Mista, at that moment chose the wrong moment to laugh at the whole scenario as he felt (f/n)'s gaze staring right past him, a shiver running down his spine as he gulped.
"aND YOU, I CANT EVEN WITH YOU. LIKE, HAVE YOU EVER JUST EVER MC-FUCKIN-CONSIDER A SHOWER?!? LIKE CHRIST YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE, I CAN SMELL YOUR STINKY ASS FROM A MILE AWAY! I SWEAR IF THE NARRATOR FROM THRILLER WERE HERE, HE WOULDN'T CALL YOUR STANK THE FUNK OF FORTY THOUSAND YEARS, NO, HE'LL REFFER IT AS THE SCENT OF DEATH INTENSIFIED TO A HUNDRED. WE HAD TONS OF CHANCES TO GET A SHOWER BUT YOU DIDN'T GET ONE AT ALL."
"(F/N), I think this isn't the right time to----"
"OHOHOHOHO, DON'T THINK YOU'RE OFF THE HOOK, YOU GOTH BASTARD. IF YOU THINK I'VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE PISS JUICE YOU TRIED TO SERVE ME WHEN I WAS GOING TO JOIN, THEN GUESS WHAT YOU'RE DEAD FUCKIG WRONG. LIKE WHO EVEN PISSES STRAIGHT UP STEAMING HOT PISS?! HAVE YOU EVEN CONSIDERED GOING TO A DOCTOR OR AT LEAST DRINK WATER FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?! NO? OKAY THEN, PISS FACE."
Bruno, at that time, found himself quietly scooting away from the mayhem, silently praying to any God out there that (f/n) would spare him of their fury but it was a big mistake. At that moment, he recieved what seemed to be the worst end of the stick, even Diavolo seemed to be surprised and afraid at the same time.
It was at that moment they all knew, shit was indeed that bad. But hey, at least they were alive by the end of the day.
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