a golden experience with you ???.?

"I'm Giorno Giovanna, it's a pleasure to meet you all."

You looked towards the rest of the gang to see their reactions, but almost let out a giggle when you saw that they didn't really seem to care about him, whether it was apologizing for their actions to each other or simply going back to drinking their tea. Bucciarati became even more annoyed.

"Listen everyone! I brought him out of my way to bring him here, show him some respect-

"Bruno Bucciarati, you have a call waiting for you."

He sighed. "Right thank you. All of you guys now properly introduce yourselves, you got that?"

You were about to say hi to Giorno when you heard a strange sound it sounded like someone was pouring water on the floor, very slowly. You looked down towards the source of the sound and gave a disgusting look towards Abbacchio. You sweat dropped as you thought to yourself,

'Why are you peeing in a cup? Nasty, can't you just go to the bathroom? Wait. Don't tell me...'

You shot Giorno a sympathetic look for the next events that were about to unfold.

Abbacchio spoke up.

"Giorno, wasn't it? Don't just stand there, come have a seat. You're one of us now after all." He obviously was giving a fake smile, since it looked like it physically pained him to be nice to him.

"Let's have a drink and chat."

You watched helplessly, as Abbacchio poured his fluid into the cup, which was seemingly warm and didn't have a scent. You turn your face away, trying not to witness the crazy situation. When Abbacchio finished pouring the drink into the cup, he looked at him again with a less friendly gaze.

"I hope the drink tastes good. For starters, how old are you?" Abbacchio gave a slight glare to him.

Giorno responded plainly, "I'm fifteen."

Narancia laughed out loud. "Huh really? That means I now have two years on you and (Y/N)! You guys have got some catching up to do!"

Mista turned towards you. "You're right Narancia. (Y/n) and Giorno are both the same age, and they're both rookies, would you look at that." He leaned back in his chair.

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Giorno, now remembering the situation Abbacchio had put the poor guy in. You made a note to pester him about this later. Giorno looked at the tea for no longer than a second.

"Thanks for the tea." He said simply. He raised the tea to his lips and as he smelled it, his eyes widened.

Fugo, Narancia, Abbacchio, and Mista smiled deviously, while you sulked in your chair and let out an embarrassed groan.

'I am so gonna get them about this later, this is too much embarrassment to handle, what would Bucciarati think??'

Abbacchio gave a sly smirk.

"Is something wrong, Giorno? You already went through expressing your graditute with me pouring you the tea, what's with the sudden hesitation?"

"I believe we're past the sudden niceties, it's time to drink up." He leaned in closer as if he purposely wanted to intimidate Giorno.

Fugo and Narancia tried to hold back their laugh but stopped quickly when you gave them a glare. They continued to attempt to hold it at the least, completely ignoring your glare. You mentally face palmed yourself, questioning your existence at that very moment.

Mista decided to add in. "Mabye he's afraid to drink it because he doesn't want to be one of us."

You gave a pleading look to Mista.