#naranciao

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bro what if u were  Right pointing backhand index and i was Left pointing backhand index and our fingers touched what then. haha just kidding. ...........Unless.... 😳

my opinion on;

    character in general: OOOUGHH NARANCIA MY FUNKY LITTLE GUY!!!!!! LOVE THAT LITTLE ORANGE BASTARD HE IS A DELIGHT!!!!! POTENT nephew energy. i want to buy him an exorbitant amount of pizza and give him some spending money. i feel like i've written this sentiment before but it bears repeating.     how they play them: SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!! GOOD FUCKING FOOD i LOVE your narancia sen he is such a loveable goofball while also balancing the more tragic and troubled underlying aspects of who he is and what he's gone through. honest to god i keep going back to that birthday drabble you wrote for him and just marvelling over like how beautifully it's written and paced to get you RIGHT THERE in the chest UGH. talented brilliant amazing showstopping etc etc     the mun: SEN I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU KFDHGKFSHKLGH you're SO FUNNY and sweet and friendly like just an absolute fucking delight to talk to ic and ooc and i'm so lucky to have u in my life and my like, little internet sphere dskhgkdsglkh you are SUCH a sunny presence ilu

do i;

    follow them: YES of course because i have TASTE and my brain is HUGE and my muscles also     rp with them: yep yep!!!!!!! super fun 10/10 would reccommend     want to rp with them: sen i am holding my hand out going pspsspsss come here     ship their character with mine: dam that would be crazy haha ..........unless.........😳 (SEN the world is ur oyster if u want ships or brotps i will give them to u sdkghkdslhg)

what is my;

@naranciao​  // 🍓

I want the K        — 7: Romantic kiss

He's got used to those lazy, quiet afternoons. They turn on TV, sometimes, though the programming is nothing but sleep-inducing. What they watch isn't what's important, but the feeling of his partner's arms around him.

He used to have trouble forgetting about work. But he also used to think he wasn't one for cuddles. Things change, apparently.

And they also come to an end.

Giorno stretches, and turns his head back to press a kiss to the corner of Narancia's lips.

"I have to get back to work now. Bucciarati will be back soon, there are things we need to sort out before tonight—"

He tries to get up, but finds himself unable. His arms are still around him, now wrapped around his waist and begging him to stay.

"Narancia, please…" his voice softens, he's too weak for loving attention. He would stay if he could. Forever, if he could. Giorno sighs.

Just one more moment, he tells himself, and he's back on the couch, hands crossed on Narancia's chest and reaching for another kiss. And another. A hand cups his cheek, fingers playing with the short hairs on the other's nape, and before he notices, a moment becomes minutes.

What he does notice is the moment the door opens, too late to react.

He meets a pair of blue eyes, his face turns red.

Clearing his throat, he gets back on his feet.

without fail, every september, bruno buccellati sternly reminds his team of their priorities and how the 27th is not one of them. a dinner together, three courses of seafood at libeccio are all he asks for; food, as always, being better enjoyed in the company of people he cares for. and even for the slow defrosting that has occurred under don giovanna's reign of passione, buccellati is still an intensely private person, and the celebration is conducted with the restaurant closed and locked, only the owners and each other for company.

and there comes narancia, screaming through the back door. fugo's put him in charge of the cake, it seems. he braces the table with both hands as the overeager blur of fruit and gifts crash-lands on the opposite side, right between an empty chair and mista, who narrowly avoids getting that cake to the back of his head. buccellati just sips his coffee.

            "we will, when fugo and abbacchio are here," he signals for narancia to sit with a nod. "thank you for the gifts."

the records are obvious by their shape and size, but the narrow box befitting an accessory piques his curiosity. his thumb slides under the folded wrapping, popping the tape easily to shimmy out the box. a cyan tie with a dozen hand-sewn dinosaurs stares back at him.

his gaze narrows.

OHHHHHHHH I LLOVE THEMMMMMMMM������

ㅤ ㅤ She took what he gently offered in her arms with delicacy and care, looking for his face hidden behind that thoughtful, beautiful bouquet. The perfect choice, as always. Reimi couldn't help feeling spoiled, maybe even a little guilty for receiving so many gifts, but... So loving, so endearing! Narancia was too good to be true, in the absence of anything better to define him. It wasn't her fault if he stole all the words from her lips just with his presence, his pure smile full of expectations. ❝ Since I met you this house has never been without flowers, you know? ❞ Her tone as light-hearted as ever, a slightly shy smile forcing her to lower her gaze and preserving her modesty or her face would blush. ❝ Thank you, Nara. ❞ Only then she saw the paints! He remembered what she said in some of their conversations, one more information lost among several — but he stamped on his memory and prepared a surprise using it.