#giofu

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Their first date is one they're unaware of. It's a late night, they're doing paperwork in Giorno's office and they've been cooped inside the whole day and night. At 5am, Fugo looks up and sees Giorno nodding off.

"Giogio, do you want to go out and get some coffee?" Giorno nods and the two of them drive to a 24/7 coffee place. Giorno is practically asleep on the table by the time Fugo shakes him awake and hands him a coffee.

"I never told you what I wanted."

"No need. I know your usual."

The two of them spend the next few minutes in silence, sipping on their respective drinks and watching the sun begin to rise.

"I kind of don't want to go back," Giorno admits.

Fugo suggests that they just walk around. Neither of them like going out because it's usually crowded, but this early in the morning the streets are quiet and the people are few. They get to see Naples as it wakes up slowly from its slumber. Despite its dark underbelly, both of them can't help finding the beauty in the place they live.

They end up in an empty playground.

"I never played much in these sort of places," Fugo admits.

"Neither did I."

The two of them end up on the swings, two teenagers, sharing coffee and stories. This early in the morning, there are no roles expected of them, no job to be done, or battle to fight. Giorno takes a look at Fugo who has a serene look on his face, bathed by the dawn light.

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah?" A smile. "I'd love that."

day eleven - ink: drooling