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Boo MOTHER F-

Abbacchio has a pretty great job when it comes to Giorno's personal matters: take care of his hair. He's thankful for it, because he doesn't have to clean his quarters or fucking... clean his bathroom, idk?

And today- the day of La Squadra's Halloween party- is no different.

Giorno was the last one to get ready, because he had some paperwork to finish, so now they're all in a hurry.

Abbacchio is already in his Neo costume, a perfect match with Bruno's Trinity costume. Mista and Narancia took a little longer to get their zombie make-up ready, because they had to share a mirror, and none of them has enough patience to wait. Fugo only remembered his demon costume on the last minute, so he just gathered a few clothes together and... here he is! Also, Trish managed to convince Sheila E to come to the party, and even better! To share the Emily and Victor costumes! Sheila is not happy. But she'll manage.

Oh! And Narancia put a tiny mask on Polnareff's turtle! He's a Ninja Turtle!

But now, Abbacchio's holding Giorno's head in place, using his curler to make his boss' locks even more perfect than they already are (bro wakes up perfect, nobody understands how he does it).

"I'm finally finished. We should get going, now." The man finally stated, patting Giorno's back almost WAY too hard. He passed him the halo headband, and Giorno smiled, adjusting his white tunic. Maybe it was, indeed, a good idea to dress up as an angel for Halloween!

"Thanks, Abba. I'm kind of nervous, though. I've never been to such a big party."

As they walked down the big stairs of the villa, Abbacchio spent most of the time convincing his friend that nothing too bad would happen. Which Giorno replied with a massive explanation on how Halloween is the perfect day to murder someone.

You can just walk around all bloody with a knife, and everyone will think it's make-up! Shit's dangerous, man!

"Ah! You guys are finally ready. Alright, let's get going, yeah?" Bruno smiled, as Abbacchio locked the door behind him.

"Woah, Giogio! You look great!" Trish smiled, which made Sheila nod her head in agreement.

After Giorno thanked her, they were finally off to the docks!

(And let's pretend Fugo's brain didn't go into short-circuit.)

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"JESUS CHRIST, WHY IS THE MUSIC SO FREAKING LOUD IN HERE??!"

"IT'S CALLED A PARTY FOR A REASON, IDIOT!"

While Abbacchio and Giorno were literally SCREAMING their lungs out, everyone else made their way to the paying booth- where a very bored Prosciutto and a stupidly excited Pesci were sitting.

"Well, don't you two look nice?" Mista greeted them, trying his best not to scream over the loud music, handing Prosciutto everyone's money.

"Don't even try. I just put on a random white coat, because I had to spend half of my afternoon doing this mammone's make-up." The blonde groaned, taking his sweet sweet money.

"Thanks again, big bro! I look awesome as Frankenstein!"

"Sure, let's pretend we ALL look amazing..." Prosciutto, then, finally turned to the group in front of him, "You people know the rules. Now get the hell out of here. You're holding the damn line."

Narancia raised his hands in surrender, as they all made their way inside.

Prosciutto's eyes widened, "DON'T DRINK TOO MUCH, I DON'T WANNA CLEAN YOUR VOMIT!"