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Smooth Moves
Title: Smooth Moves
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Prosciutto, Risotto, Melone, Buccellati, Pesci
Pairing(s): Buccellati/Pesci, Melone/Buccellati
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 910
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: The drug team is taken out; more importantly, Pesci learns how to ask people out on dates.
Notes: Stupid ship fics.
“You could have been the new boss, you know,” Prosciutto says.
Risotto shakes his head.
“Arrow or not, Metallica is at least as powerful-”
“The last time I decided to paint a target on our backs,” Risotto says, “Sorbet and Gelato were killed for it. Giorno Giovanna is no Diavolo. He won’t involve innocents or kill when it’s not necessary. But the rest of Passione hasn’t changed as much as he’d like it to. I don’t envy him. It’s enough for me to now be the highest ranking operative besides Buccellati. If you disagree,” he adds, “you’re free to take that up with him yourself.”
Prosciutto frowns and doesn’t argue further. Instead, he looks down at the sheet of paper their assignment is written on before handing it over. “We’ve been told to take out the former drug team. Who should we send?”
“Message for Buccellati~” Melone waltzes into Buccellati’s office, carrying a small pile of paper, which he deposits on Buccellati’s desk.
Buccellati looks up. “Ah, you’re back. How did the mission go?”
“Successfully. Massimo Volpe and his squad are no more, thanks to yours truly… well, Illuso and Formaggio helped,” Melone says with a small chuckle. “The top pages are your report on the mission itself. The middle is what we could find about where they were distributing to and their contacts, and the bottom has two tickets to the opera.”
“Thank you, that’s very… what does the opera have to do with this?” asks Buccellati, one eyebrow raised.
“Nothing to do with the mission, of course.” Melone’s smile widens. “I was hoping that if you had time free next Saturday night, you might join me? Of course, I could give one of those tickets to a member of my squad if you happen to be busy, but I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate the experience.”
Buccellati pulls the tickets out from the bottom of the pile and pushes them back to Melone. “Unfortunately, I’ve already made plans.”
“Have you? Tragic.” Melone picks the tickets off the desk with a sigh. “Some other time, perhaps?”
“Well…” Buccellati hesitates, before the door opening again catches his attention. “Good to see you, Pesci. You don’t need to stand in the hallway, please come in.”
“Actually, um, we were just leaving.” Pesci steps in enough to tug sharply on Melone’s arm. “Risotto wants to talk to Melone, and I want to talk to Melone, so we’ve wasted enough of your time already. Sorry!”
He pulls on Melone again, and with a muttered, “All right, I’m coming,” Melone follows him out the door, leaving a confused Buccellati behind.
Once the door shuts and they’re out of hearing distance, Melone asks, “What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”
Pesci fidgets, mumbling something.
“You’ll have to speak up more than that-”
“Could you not ask Buccellati on dates any more?” Pesci asks, red-faced.
Melone blinks. “Does that bother you? It’s nothing serious. Besides, I don’t think he was going to say yes.”
“I, I know, but it’s… I really…” Pesci trails off into silence, staring down at the floor.
A conclusion comes to Melone’s mind. “Is it that you want to ask him on dates yourself?”
Pesci snaps his head up and stammers incomprehensibly.
“I knew it~” Melone slides his arm around Pesci’s shoulders and pulls him closer. “You should have said so sooner! I would never make a move on your man, Pesci.”
“He’s not...”
“But you haven’t actually asked him out yet, have you?” asks Melone. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about charming someone, you’ll be fine.”
“Uh, Melone… I just saw you fail at asking him out…”
“You’ll be fine.”
Buccellati takes a look at Pesci’s gaudy suit as he approaches and asks, “What happened to you?”
Pesci sighs, hanging his head. “My teammates happened to me. Mostly Melone. Big brother Prosciutto’s been trying to get me to dress up for ages, though.”
“I see. It doesn’t fit you very well.” As Pesci tries to further shrink into himself, Buccellati goes on, “Your usual look is just fine. Is something wrong?”
“I… Uh…” Pesci fumbles in his pocket for a piece of paper and almost shoves it at Buccellati when he finally finds it.
Slightly bemused, Buccellati uncrumples it. “I’d heard of this restaurant before. Their salmon dishes are supposedly excellent.”
“Please go to dinner with me.” Pesci begins to sweat. “...W-wait, I was supposed to compliment you before I said that, um, I was supposed to say something about your eyes-”
“I’d love to.” Buccellati holds the flyer back out to him. “Did you have a particular day in mind?”
Pesci stares at him. After a few seconds, he manages to croak, “...Friday?”
“Friday night, then. I’ll meet you there at six.”
“Y-yes! I’ll definitely be there!”
As Pesci walks away, pumping his fist in excitement and almost tripping over himself, Buccellati smiles and turns back. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you.”
Melone emerges from behind a bush, looking sheepish. “I just wanted to see my protege apply his lessons.”
“And you couldn’t have heard him report to you later?” asks Buccellati.
“-And to see if he made it to first base,” says Melone.
“Melone.”
“Or at least had a kiss with tongue-”
“Melone!”
“Maybe not all the way on the first date, but I’m sure later there’ll be plenty of time for fun and-”
“Sticky Fingers!”
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Prosciutto, Risotto, Melone, Buccellati, Pesci
Pairing(s): Buccellati/Pesci, Melone/Buccellati
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 910
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: The drug team is taken out; more importantly, Pesci learns how to ask people out on dates.
Notes: Stupid ship fics.
“You could have been the new boss, you know,” Prosciutto says.
Risotto shakes his head.
“Arrow or not, Metallica is at least as powerful-”
“The last time I decided to paint a target on our backs,” Risotto says, “Sorbet and Gelato were killed for it. Giorno Giovanna is no Diavolo. He won’t involve innocents or kill when it’s not necessary. But the rest of Passione hasn’t changed as much as he’d like it to. I don’t envy him. It’s enough for me to now be the highest ranking operative besides Buccellati. If you disagree,” he adds, “you’re free to take that up with him yourself.”
Prosciutto frowns and doesn’t argue further. Instead, he looks down at the sheet of paper their assignment is written on before handing it over. “We’ve been told to take out the former drug team. Who should we send?”
“Message for Buccellati~” Melone waltzes into Buccellati’s office, carrying a small pile of paper, which he deposits on Buccellati’s desk.
Buccellati looks up. “Ah, you’re back. How did the mission go?”
“Successfully. Massimo Volpe and his squad are no more, thanks to yours truly… well, Illuso and Formaggio helped,” Melone says with a small chuckle. “The top pages are your report on the mission itself. The middle is what we could find about where they were distributing to and their contacts, and the bottom has two tickets to the opera.”
“Thank you, that’s very… what does the opera have to do with this?” asks Buccellati, one eyebrow raised.
“Nothing to do with the mission, of course.” Melone’s smile widens. “I was hoping that if you had time free next Saturday night, you might join me? Of course, I could give one of those tickets to a member of my squad if you happen to be busy, but I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate the experience.”
Buccellati pulls the tickets out from the bottom of the pile and pushes them back to Melone. “Unfortunately, I’ve already made plans.”
“Have you? Tragic.” Melone picks the tickets off the desk with a sigh. “Some other time, perhaps?”
“Well…” Buccellati hesitates, before the door opening again catches his attention. “Good to see you, Pesci. You don’t need to stand in the hallway, please come in.”
“Actually, um, we were just leaving.” Pesci steps in enough to tug sharply on Melone’s arm. “Risotto wants to talk to Melone, and I want to talk to Melone, so we’ve wasted enough of your time already. Sorry!”
He pulls on Melone again, and with a muttered, “All right, I’m coming,” Melone follows him out the door, leaving a confused Buccellati behind.
Once the door shuts and they’re out of hearing distance, Melone asks, “What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”
Pesci fidgets, mumbling something.
“You’ll have to speak up more than that-”
“Could you not ask Buccellati on dates any more?” Pesci asks, red-faced.
Melone blinks. “Does that bother you? It’s nothing serious. Besides, I don’t think he was going to say yes.”
“I, I know, but it’s… I really…” Pesci trails off into silence, staring down at the floor.
A conclusion comes to Melone’s mind. “Is it that you want to ask him on dates yourself?”
Pesci snaps his head up and stammers incomprehensibly.
“I knew it~” Melone slides his arm around Pesci’s shoulders and pulls him closer. “You should have said so sooner! I would never make a move on your man, Pesci.”
“He’s not...”
“But you haven’t actually asked him out yet, have you?” asks Melone. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about charming someone, you’ll be fine.”
“Uh, Melone… I just saw you fail at asking him out…”
“You’ll be fine.”
Buccellati takes a look at Pesci’s gaudy suit as he approaches and asks, “What happened to you?”
Pesci sighs, hanging his head. “My teammates happened to me. Mostly Melone. Big brother Prosciutto’s been trying to get me to dress up for ages, though.”
“I see. It doesn’t fit you very well.” As Pesci tries to further shrink into himself, Buccellati goes on, “Your usual look is just fine. Is something wrong?”
“I… Uh…” Pesci fumbles in his pocket for a piece of paper and almost shoves it at Buccellati when he finally finds it.
Slightly bemused, Buccellati uncrumples it. “I’d heard of this restaurant before. Their salmon dishes are supposedly excellent.”
“Please go to dinner with me.” Pesci begins to sweat. “...W-wait, I was supposed to compliment you before I said that, um, I was supposed to say something about your eyes-”
“I’d love to.” Buccellati holds the flyer back out to him. “Did you have a particular day in mind?”
Pesci stares at him. After a few seconds, he manages to croak, “...Friday?”
“Friday night, then. I’ll meet you there at six.”
“Y-yes! I’ll definitely be there!”
As Pesci walks away, pumping his fist in excitement and almost tripping over himself, Buccellati smiles and turns back. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you.”
Melone emerges from behind a bush, looking sheepish. “I just wanted to see my protege apply his lessons.”
“And you couldn’t have heard him report to you later?” asks Buccellati.
“-And to see if he made it to first base,” says Melone.
“Melone.”
“Or at least had a kiss with tongue-”
“Melone!”
“Maybe not all the way on the first date, but I’m sure later there’ll be plenty of time for fun and-”
“Sticky Fingers!”