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First Impressions

The group gathered around the big table at the center of the hotel lounge. A blank paper and a pen. A pen which Mista has been using as a tapping mechanism for the past 3 minutes.

"Pic pic pic...", it went.

"Would you stop that?!" Ghiaccio screamed.

"Yeah, I feel like my brain is being punched!" Trish agreed for the first time with the blue haired man.

"Well, SOMEONE decided to mess everything up and only get us four rooms!" The brunette replied, sending daggers at Fugo, who was planting mushrooms in a corner. "The lady was nice enough to at least get us two queen-sized beds in each room. I don't know how she didn't ask for the double of the payment..."

Risotto hummed, deep in thought. "Well, in a way, that's good." They turned to him, "What? Don't tell me you guys didn't understand why she got us two queen-sized beds."

Everyone shook their heads.

"There's sixteen of us, which is a number that can be divided by four, which can also be divided by two. With queen-sized beds, four can stay in each room, making it a clean count." Fugo muttered from the corner.

Risotto nodded, "What he said."

"Alright, then we just need to make groups of 4! Only problem is, one of you guys will have to sleep in a room with three of us." Mista pointed out to the group of assassins in front of him.

"Can we at least wait for Giorno?"

"Where is he, anyway?"

Trish sighed, looking back at the big windows of the hotel. Spotting the blonde on the phone (which he had bought when they were exploring the area, earlier), an idea of who he might be talking to, popped in her mind.

"He's outside, talking to Sheila E."

Two loud groans resonated through the lounge, everyone either eyeing Fugo or Illuso.

"Not that chick again... I swear, she barely does anything, anymore." The silver haired boy commented, snatching the pen from Mista.

"Jesus lamb of God, I thought she was over this." Illuso agreed.

"Well, she does still help me, sometimes." Giorno's voice sounded from behind them, scaring quite a few of his friends. "She's been spamming me non-stop for the past 20 minutes- asking where I am. I told her not to worry about me."

"That is so vague." The group laughed, nevertheless.

"Anyways, we'll do the room distribution just fine. Me, Fugo, Mista, and Trish can stay in one room. Because I know Sorbet and Gelato can't get away from each other, just like Pesci and Prosciutto, you four can stay in another room. Abbacchio, Bucciarati, and Nara can stay in another one, but who will be the extra one?"

"I will! I refuse to share a room with Riz, he snores louder than a fucking motorcycle." Formaggio offered, placing a hand on Narancia's shoulder, who stuck out his tongue at him.

"FIRST OFF, motorcycles DO NOT snore. SECOND OFF, I ain't sharing a room with this smelly looking-ass sex maniac!" Ghiaccio screamed, poking Melone's shoulder.

Prosciutto snickered to the side, "Please, as if you ever had a problem with that..."

"Sorry, man. Already called my spot. Sucks to be you!" The shaved haired man laughed, dragging Narancia to the room they'd be sharing with Abbacchio and Bucciarati.

"FUCK!"

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"Is anybody else hearing that?" Trish asked her roommates, shushing them quietly.

For a couple of seconds, everything was quiet. But just when Mista was about to ask what he was supposed to be hearing, a quite feminine scream resonated through the room from the distance.

"Oh, it's Melone."

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"KILL IT! KILL IT, GHIA!"

"WOULD YOU STOP SCREAMING??! I'M CONCENTRATING HERE!!"

Illuso and Melone hid behind the blue haired man, as he silently followed the abnormally gigantic, colossal mosquito right in front of them.

"Hey, Lu!" He finally said, after some good two minutes.

"WHAT?!"

"Make yourself useful and pass me the mosquito spray!"

Illuso, never taking his eyes off the mighty monster, walked backwards towards the bedside table.

He tossed the can of product to Ghiaccio, who very meticulously, pointed it at the insect.

"Is that... is that good for mosquitoes?"

"No, dipshit. It kills them!"

"Bro, that ain't a mosquito, that's a whole ass dog!" Melone whimpered.

And just as Ghiaccio pressed down to put an end to that animal's life, the god damn thing jumped on his face and in a matter of seconds, half of the room was destroyed. With Melone and Illuso screaming "It's flying!", "Oh, God, it's FLYING!", accompanied by Ghiaccio's panicked screams.

When Risotto finally came back to their room, he felt like crying.

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"Idk How To Name This"

TheGoldenSucc: you guys, we're at the restaurant. Do you want us to order for you, while you don't get here?

DaMan: if I were you, I'd hurry up. Some kids are jumping in the docks, and I feel like they might drench our food if we're not quick enough

Pudding: besides, tonight's very warm. It feels nice

Girlboss: must be because of the fires

EmoGworl: way to ruin the mood

Melone: you know what I just realized after spending ONE single day in Portugal?

Gelato: here we go again

Melone: portuguese women have MASSIVE honkers! If this isn't heaven, I don't know what is!

Ghiaccio: THAT IS A MASSIVE EXAGGERATION, YOU CAN'T STATE THAT AFTER SEEING 6 WOMEN ON YOUR WAY HERE

Formaggio: I hate to agree with Melone, but he's not wrong 🗿

Ghiaccio: CAN YOU NOT???

Illuso: for real though! Those knockers are HUGE

Melone: goo goo ga ga

Formaggio: oh no... what's happening to me?🚶‍♂️🧎‍♂️👶

TokenStraight: 💀💀💀💀💀