GIOVANNA.

“Open it, Bruno,” Giorno said. Cold and sinister in tone – leveled at a place of respect for Bruno Buccellati; however despite such a little amount of time left on their hands, they were to act quick. The turtle that sat on the table nearby, feasting on a salad next to Giorno, who mirrored the eating manners of the turtle – each CRUNCH! and bite in perfect sync. Coco Jumbo’s bites of his salad–and Giorno’s to his favorite dish: An Octopus Salad. 

Giorno chewed it slowly, swallowed with a gentle gulp. “Go on, …” he gestured with his fork, covered in ink. Glittering in the sun, his lady bug covered outfit made this boy into a human disco ball. “We’ll move on with business after we see what’s in that parcel. Use your Sticky Fingers to reveal its contents without ripping the paper– that way it can be sealed as if nobody touched it.” 

                        _{———HE’D DELIBERATED OVER IT FOR SOME TIME. though it was clear the package had come with ill intent, buccellati lingered on the thought of what they’d put inside. was this some kind of trick? stash a bit of rotten meat inside a box set to explode at the slightest of movements? had that been the case, the delivery would have hardly been so clean. it had to be a mechanism that depended on the opening of such a package; that, or it wasn’t anything but a harmless prank.}

     _{❝ on my signal. ❞
the young man’s abilities certainly come in handy when the possibility of an explosion was at their doorsteps. what would ignite if transformed into living matter? in an instant, the man parted the side of the box, zipper allowing a wide enough opening to see the contents within. there, in the center of a magnetized trigger, the festering remains of a dead hare.}

❝ GIORNO, NOW! ❞