“What is it? What happened??” Giorno had to raise his voice a bit to be heard over the crowd.

Mista bounced the little girl on his hip, holding her up to Giorno, who took her in his arms, holding her close.

“She, uh,” it was hard for Mista to will away his smile. “has something to tell you, Gio.”🧵

He picked out the brunette in the crowd, tanned skin shiny, a few curls peeking out from under the bucket hat he wore, and that smile that could outshine the sun. At his hip, Serafina met his eyes, her face softening from a scream. 🧵

He heard them before he saw them; a certain cadence to how Mista ran, the beginnings of a cry that he knew belonged to Serafina. 🧵

Giorno sat up so quick his world spun, a wash of colors and blurs. He blinked, slowly bringing his world back into focus.

“Giorno!!”

Once again, the blonde was quick to his feet, wobbly and uncoordinated. His eyes scanned the crowd for his fiance and daughter, and it didn’t take too long. 🧵

The cries he heard from the crowd made Giorno think of Serafina, fussing, looking back at him with watery aquamarine eyes, just begging him to come back. Just like he would have..

A shriek broke out.

“Mama!!”

That could’ve been anyone else’s child. But Giorno knew who it belonged to.

“Sera..” 🧵

He had to step away from the chaos of the festival, just so he didn’t have a repeat of his last time at Pride, which meant leaving Serafina with Mista. This was despite the fact the little girl was defiantly against him leaving, whining and reaching out for him as he parted. 🧵

Also, anyone else remember playing Mafia or Werewolf as a kid???
I remember playing it when I went to camp years ago and it was fun *despite not being picked for any roles or getting got*
Idk