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Sleepwear
Title: Sleepwear
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Risotto, Illuso, Melone, Pesci, Sorbet, Gelato, Formaggio, Ghiaccio, Prosciutto
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: After a tough day, the last thing the assassins want to do is get up in the morning.
Notes: CCB square "wearing pajamas all day".
The assassins’ headquarters has enough space for all of them to crash if necessary, even including a few changes of clothes and basic necessities for each of them, and after the last particularly grueling mission, none of them particularly wanted to make the extra trip back to their homes.
Risotto isn’t surprised to see Illuso as the first out of bed: he’s always been the earliest riser aside from Risotto himself. What does surprise him is that Illuso is still wearing his nightshirt as he puts on a pot of coffee.
“Good morning.” Risotto leans over to get a closer look at the coffee maker. “Decaffeinated?”
“Do I have any orders today?” asks Illuso, glancing at him.
“No. None of you do,” says Risotto.
“Then I plan to take a nice, long nap later. I’m not even going to get dressed today if I have no responsibilities,” Illuso says.
“That’s a very good idea. Very good!” Melone yawns as he enters the room, tugging on his nightcap, a purple that matches his pajamas. “Good morning to you two. Tell me there’s something delicious for breakfast.”
Risotto shakes his head. “Nothing’s been prepared yet. Make it yourself.”
Melone pouts at him, then pokes his head into the hallway behind him. “We’re not getting dressed today!”
“Really?” Pesci’s voice can be heard, barely. “That’s a funny order.” He emerges from his room, wearing his pajamas decorated with a fish hook pattern. “But Risotto’s dressed normally…”
“I wasn’t informed of this plan beforehand,” says Risotto. “But I have no objections. You’re free to stay in your sleepwear if you want.”
Sorbet and Gelato appear at the same time from their shared room, wearing mismatched pajamas. They immediately go for the coffee, Gelato muttering under his breath about decaf not being even real coffee and Sorbet silently pouring them both cups.
Formaggio doesn’t even bother putting on a shirt or anything besides his boxers. He looks like he’s expecting someone to comment on his relative nudity, but no one indulges him with more than a glance. Risotto just snorts to himself as Formaggio switches to sulking mode and flops down on the couch.
Ghiaccio’s onesie, on the other hand, does get a comment. “That looks cute on you,” Melone says with a teasing smile. Ghiaccio’s immediate death glare does nothing to deter him as he goes on. “Does that remind you of your Stand?”
“Shut up, it’s comfortable,” says Ghiaccio. “I’m not taking that from a guy who owns a woman’s nightgown.”
Melone doesn’t so much as blink. “It’s comfortable, like you said. But if you want to see me in it, say so~”
“Like hell I want to see you in it!”
Prosciutto is the last one to emerge from his room, wearing a nightrobe that Risotto knows is both expensive and incredibly comfortable. “You’re the odd one out today,” Prosciutto says to him. “Are you planning on staying dressed?”
A tiny smile appears on Risotto’s face. “I usually sleep in the nude.”
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Risotto, Illuso, Melone, Pesci, Sorbet, Gelato, Formaggio, Ghiaccio, Prosciutto
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: After a tough day, the last thing the assassins want to do is get up in the morning.
Notes: CCB square "wearing pajamas all day".
The assassins’ headquarters has enough space for all of them to crash if necessary, even including a few changes of clothes and basic necessities for each of them, and after the last particularly grueling mission, none of them particularly wanted to make the extra trip back to their homes.
Risotto isn’t surprised to see Illuso as the first out of bed: he’s always been the earliest riser aside from Risotto himself. What does surprise him is that Illuso is still wearing his nightshirt as he puts on a pot of coffee.
“Good morning.” Risotto leans over to get a closer look at the coffee maker. “Decaffeinated?”
“Do I have any orders today?” asks Illuso, glancing at him.
“No. None of you do,” says Risotto.
“Then I plan to take a nice, long nap later. I’m not even going to get dressed today if I have no responsibilities,” Illuso says.
“That’s a very good idea. Very good!” Melone yawns as he enters the room, tugging on his nightcap, a purple that matches his pajamas. “Good morning to you two. Tell me there’s something delicious for breakfast.”
Risotto shakes his head. “Nothing’s been prepared yet. Make it yourself.”
Melone pouts at him, then pokes his head into the hallway behind him. “We’re not getting dressed today!”
“Really?” Pesci’s voice can be heard, barely. “That’s a funny order.” He emerges from his room, wearing his pajamas decorated with a fish hook pattern. “But Risotto’s dressed normally…”
“I wasn’t informed of this plan beforehand,” says Risotto. “But I have no objections. You’re free to stay in your sleepwear if you want.”
Sorbet and Gelato appear at the same time from their shared room, wearing mismatched pajamas. They immediately go for the coffee, Gelato muttering under his breath about decaf not being even real coffee and Sorbet silently pouring them both cups.
Formaggio doesn’t even bother putting on a shirt or anything besides his boxers. He looks like he’s expecting someone to comment on his relative nudity, but no one indulges him with more than a glance. Risotto just snorts to himself as Formaggio switches to sulking mode and flops down on the couch.
Ghiaccio’s onesie, on the other hand, does get a comment. “That looks cute on you,” Melone says with a teasing smile. Ghiaccio’s immediate death glare does nothing to deter him as he goes on. “Does that remind you of your Stand?”
“Shut up, it’s comfortable,” says Ghiaccio. “I’m not taking that from a guy who owns a woman’s nightgown.”
Melone doesn’t so much as blink. “It’s comfortable, like you said. But if you want to see me in it, say so~”
“Like hell I want to see you in it!”
Prosciutto is the last one to emerge from his room, wearing a nightrobe that Risotto knows is both expensive and incredibly comfortable. “You’re the odd one out today,” Prosciutto says to him. “Are you planning on staying dressed?”
A tiny smile appears on Risotto’s face. “I usually sleep in the nude.”