In Bocca Al Lupo

15- Attack of the Zucc

Loud music was blaring through Narancia's new radio. Not just loud- annoying loud. Mista couldn't focus on his magazine, thanks to the volume of Narancia's music- how had he not gone deaf by now, Mista would never know- along with the loud crunching noises from the bag of chips he was snacking on.

Mista's request for chips continued to go unanswered, until he found it completely impossible to focus on everything around him. Normally, he'd just get up and go bother somebody else, but he didn't feel like moving. With a loud, annoyed sigh, Mista cleared his throat and put his magazine down on his thigh to keep it open, cupping his mouth with his hands.

"HEY, (NAME)," Mista shouted, hoping that he'd catch the enigma of a girl's attention, "CAN YOU THROW ME A SODA?"

A loud thunk startled Mista and made him jump slightly, his magazine sliding off his leg and falling closed- in the exact way that folded one of the pages ever so slightly. Looking over the object that had made the noise, Mista grumbled and shuffled over to grab the mysterious backpack that (Name) owned.

Peeking through it in order to find one of the soda cans that (Name) shoved inside, Mista searched through the bag, unsure as to how the hell that (Name) regularly got the things she wanted out of it. Finally pulling out one of the sodas, Mista set it on the floor of the boat and turned to close the backpack. Spotting a piece of paper stuck in his sleeve, Mista stared at it for a moment, then pulled it out of his sleeve and flicked it away, finding a little enjoyment in watching it fall onto the lower pier.

Luckily for Mista- and although he didn't know it, (Name), too- the piece of paper fell down and ended up getting stuck in one of Giorno's curls. A bit disturbed by the sudden feeling of something jabbing him right in the forehead, Giorno reached up to pull whatever was stuck in his hair out of his curls.

Staring down at the piece of hastily folded paper, Giorno frowned at the sight of it, then moved to walk up to where Mista and Narancia had been.

"Um," Giorno cut in, hoping to catch either of their attention. Mista hummed, but didn't seemed interested in doing anything else, trying to straighten out his magazine pages, "Did either of you drop this?"

Mista turned, then saw the piece of paper, "Oh, that was in (Name)'s backpack. It got stuck in my sleeve, so I tossed it."

"I see. Thank you." Giorno stated curtly, moving to crouch down before the panda-themed backpack. Curious about the note that (Name) had put in there, Giorno stared at it for a moment. There'd be no harm in opening it, right?

Unfolding the note quickly, Giorno read it quickly and stared at it for a moment, unsure of what it meant. 'Inside the boat, but not in the boat'. What kind of note was this?

"A message?" He murmured, staring down at (Name)'s handwriting. It looked rushed and messy, like it was written as quickly as she could've managed. Trying to think of a time that (Name) could've written something, Giorno frowned, deep in his thoughts. It was too rushed for her to have written it in the restaurant, and he had her in his peripheral vision the entire time they were walking. Even when renting the yacht, (Name) was standing relatively close to him.

Where did this come from?

Hearing an annoyed sigh, Giorno noticed that Mista's boredom and annoyance with Narancia's loud music had reached a peak.

"Hey, Bucciarati, mind telling us where this boats headed, already?!" He half-complained, half-shouted. Bruno turned in Mista's direction immediately, his thoughts about how pretty the ocean was cut short. Considering it for a moment, Bruno raised an arm to give (Name) a signal so she'd know to come down. Regardless, he knew that she'd probably be able to hear him from the top of the mast anyway.