In Bocca Al Lupo

25- Purple Haze, all in my eyes

Stuck in a kind of ass boat with the rest of the team with Giorno's head leaning over my shoulder. With Giorno whispering the name of the church into my ear, I gave the location of where the Boss was to Risotto without remorse, wanting to get this all over with.

[fucker supreme, 07:07] - we're headed towards san giorgio maggiore

[fucker supreme, 07:07] - thats where trish is supposed to be deliver i guess

[Rice Rice Baby, 07:07] - Damn. How far out are you guys?

Looking out at the water and quickly approaching island, I glanced over at Giorno for his help. Reaching over, Giorno typed in a message of his own, making me squirm uncomfortably.

[fucker supreme, 07:07] - Giorno here. We're almost there. If you want to come, you need to get here in less than ten minutes.

[cringe baby, 07:07] - How the fuck are we supposed to do that?

[Rice Rice Baby, 07:08] - Why were we just notified of this?

Snatching my phone back from Giorno, I typed in a way that could only be described as fast and furious.

[fucker supreme, 07:08] - bro im p sure i already said but if you guys hadnt interfered and let me handle this then bucciarati wouldnt have gotten suspicious of me. he didnt announce the boss's orders aloud and im blaming half of it on you guys. giorno just told me what the island was called. risotto i love you a whole bunch and youre really cool but you kinda brought this on yourself dude :/

Giorno stared at my message for a moment, then mumbled, "That might've been a bit harsh..."

Not sparing him a second glance. I grumbled in a low tone, "Truth hurts."

Waiting for any one of them to respond, I began tapping my foot against the floor of the boat. Feeling a hand press against my thigh gently, I glanced down to see that the culprit was none other than Giorno.

[Rice Rice Baby, 07:10] - Sorry.

[Rice Rice Baby, 07:11] - We'll be going with our next plan then. Even if I sent Ghiaccio over, we're still halfway across the city. He'd never make it. Do whatever you can to find his identity, or kill him. However if you are able to kill him I request that you pay special attention and make a detailed note to me about his behavior.

[fucker supreme, 07:11] - damn okay

Putting my phone back into my pocket, I sighed and turned to Giorno.

"Giorno, I've got a question for you. Which is heavier, a kilogram of steel, or a kilogram of feathers?" I punctuated my question with dumb little hand gestures.

Giorno stared at me a bit judgmentally, as if he was questioning whether or not I was stupid, "They're both a kilogram."

"No, that's wrong!" I exclaimed, "It's the feathers. 'Cause you have to carry the weight of what you did to those birds."

"Huh? But what if you were some kind of asshole who didn't feel bad?" Narancia, who had been eavesdropping despite being tasked with using Aerosmith's radar to make sure we weren't being followed, seemed to think he had found some kind of loophole.

Giving him the stink-eye, I crossed my arms and clicked my tongue in annoyance, "That's impossible! Birds are great, how could you not feel bad?"

"What if it's geese feathers? Geese are straight from hell," Abbacchio decided it would be fun to join in.

Narancia turned to Abbacchio with a mocking grin on his face, "Geese? Abbacchio, are you scared of the honking noises they've made?"

"Hey, geese are a valid thing to be scared of," Ever the light of reason, Fugo kept his voice level, "Getting bit by a goose hurts, you know."