✧ wolf and dhampir

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[Set up by Bucciarati and Abbacchio, this place is a bit of a haven for the supernatural.

... Well, mostly. Mista hangs around despite being fully human, but he's kind of theirs now, so.

Still, though, it draws in all sorts of supernatural folks--even ones that aren't really aware of it. That's what happened with Trish before she'd discovered her demonic heritage. And it's why Fugo's not terribly surprised to see someone who... mostly reads as human lingering at the edge of the place.

There's something up, sure, but it's not Fugo's place to pry.

And even so, he's approaching with a smile--this might be a bit of a haven for the supernatural, but Bucciarati made a point of making sure everyone here knows that all are welcome.]

Hey.

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[Giorno had...well, it was Bucciarati who directed him here, after Giorno's encounter with Luca and how weird it was. He can't really explain what happened, just that something happened, and Bucciarati said he had a place where Giorno could lay low until things are sorted out.

(And until Abbacchio can cast a few spells, but Giorno doesn't know about that.)

He's tense and quivering a little as he sort of lingers on the edge of commune by Fie's vegetable garden; he doesn't hear the other boy approach and he jumps.]

You startled me.

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[Tense and quivering like that... Fugo feels bad for him, and doubly so for making him jump.]

Ah... sorry. I hadn't meant to startle you. You're Giorno, right? Bucciarati said you'd be showing up.

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Si, that's me. You are...?

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Pannacotta Fugo. [...] Come on. Let's head inside, maybe find something to calm your nerves a bit.

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...alright.

[He moves to follow after Fugo.]

Where is Signore Bucciarati?

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[Heading inside, then!]

He needed to talk to his partner about something, I think.

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...which one is his partner?

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Abbacchio--that's the goth with silver hair, makeup, and a bad case of resting bitch face.

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The one who looked at me like he wanted to shove me in the river?

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Yeah, he's just like that. Don't mind him.

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I see. And the swan?

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[He snorts.]

Give him a few days to get used to you, then you're not going to be able to get rid of him.

[It's fond, if a little exasperated.]

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Why does that sound like a threat?

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[He laughs a little.]

It's less of a threat than it sounds like, I promise. In the meantime, though... maybe hang around me or one of the other werewolves.

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...werewolves?

[What]

I know Signore Bucciarati mentioned magic and the supernatural but...

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Yeah, most of us here have, ah, some sort of tie to the supernatural...

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So the swan isn't a swan?

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Narancia's a swanmay.

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And the man with the gun?

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... Oh, you mean Mista? He's human. We've got a couple of those here, too.

[He did say "most", after all.]

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...are you sure?

[Look he was so normal and chill that Giorno is sus right now, okay?]

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Completely. If he was something else, I probably would've been able to smell it. [A beat.] Not an easy task given the amount of cheap body spray he uses, let me tell you.

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[That makes Giorno snort, amused.]

Fair enough. I was wondering what that smell was, but didn't want to tell him to bathe.

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[He snickers.]

Yeah, you wouldn't have been the first if you had, and you wouldn't be the last. The other werewolves, Trish, and Narancia get onto him about it constantly.

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Has anyone tried gifting him soap?