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on we'll go, with hands connected
Title: on we'll go, with hands connected
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Buccellati, Pesci, Formaggio, Melone, Illuso, Prosciutto, Risotto
Pairing(s): Buccellati/Pesci
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 520
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: He will, however, openly admit that Pesci gives very good hugs.
Notes: Oops I ran out of icons. Time to renew this.
Buccellati does not think of himself as an especially tactile person, no. The licking faces thing doesn’t really count, and he’s been known to hold someone’s hand to comfort them, but that’s about all he initiates.
Of his immediate subordinates (all of Passione is subordinate to him besides Giorno, but when he says ‘his subordinates’ he means the trusted group who took down the old boss alongside him), Narancia is probably the most tactile, prone to throwing his arms around people at whim. Buccellati doesn’t mind this: it’s part of his personality and it’s nice, sometimes, getting hugged just because you happened to be there.
The other particularly tactile person in Buccellati’s life is Pesci.
Of course, Buccellati expects to kiss his boyfriend, enjoys that quite a bit actually. He enjoys similar things in that vein with him, but if you ask he’s not going to say a word about how much has happened, because it’s not your business and don’t you have work you should be doing? He will, however, openly admit that Pesci gives very good hugs.
He hadn’t realized that hugs had a quality level before Pesci. Pesci gives strong hugs, firm but never so tight as to be uncomfortable. He’s warm and reassuring, and Buccellati isn’t sure how much of this is his personal fondness for Pesci and how much of this is that Pesci is just an excellent hugger, but Buccellati very much enjoys being in his boyfriend’s embrace.
Privately.
Buccellati’s let inside by Formaggio, who says, “Pesci’s in the washroom, I’ll let him know you’re here. Just hang on a second,” and disappears down the hall.
Inside the living room, he can see Melone and Illuso having a fairly animated conversation.
“I can’t do both Lynette Fromme and Sara Moore in this hypothetical production,” Melone says. “They interact on-stage, I understand that there will be some repeated roles since we’re only seven but that can’t be one of them.”
“I’ll take the role of Moore if I have to, but-” Illuso notices Buccellati’s presence. “Buccellati, you wouldn’t mind if we co-opt your subordinates and Trish for a theoretical production of Sondheim’s Assassins, would you? It would make things much easier if we had more people, especially since Ghiaccio’s singing voice is- you understand, right?”
Buccellati blinks at them. “I don’t mind.”
Illuso nods, satisfied. “If we could use Trish in the play, it would be criminal not to assign her to Fromme and let her have her duet, with that voice.”
“Well, let’s not do anything criminal.” Melone chuckles.
Further away, in the kitchen, he overhears Risotto and Prosciutto discussing dinner. He knows better than to interrupt: Prosciutto doesn’t even let Pesci help prepare the food, from what he’s heard.
“...terrible for your health,” says Prosciutto.
“You’ll have enough protein,” says Risotto.
Pesci shows up and Buccellati stops eavesdropping to focus on him. “I’m sorry, I made you wait.” Pesci shuffles his feet. “Uh, were you bored?”
“Not at all. I was just appreciating how happy your family is together,” says Buccellat: Pesci’s face lights up. “Let’s go.”
He slips his hand into Pesci’s.
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Buccellati, Pesci, Formaggio, Melone, Illuso, Prosciutto, Risotto
Pairing(s): Buccellati/Pesci
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 520
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: He will, however, openly admit that Pesci gives very good hugs.
Notes: Oops I ran out of icons. Time to renew this.
Buccellati does not think of himself as an especially tactile person, no. The licking faces thing doesn’t really count, and he’s been known to hold someone’s hand to comfort them, but that’s about all he initiates.
Of his immediate subordinates (all of Passione is subordinate to him besides Giorno, but when he says ‘his subordinates’ he means the trusted group who took down the old boss alongside him), Narancia is probably the most tactile, prone to throwing his arms around people at whim. Buccellati doesn’t mind this: it’s part of his personality and it’s nice, sometimes, getting hugged just because you happened to be there.
The other particularly tactile person in Buccellati’s life is Pesci.
Of course, Buccellati expects to kiss his boyfriend, enjoys that quite a bit actually. He enjoys similar things in that vein with him, but if you ask he’s not going to say a word about how much has happened, because it’s not your business and don’t you have work you should be doing? He will, however, openly admit that Pesci gives very good hugs.
He hadn’t realized that hugs had a quality level before Pesci. Pesci gives strong hugs, firm but never so tight as to be uncomfortable. He’s warm and reassuring, and Buccellati isn’t sure how much of this is his personal fondness for Pesci and how much of this is that Pesci is just an excellent hugger, but Buccellati very much enjoys being in his boyfriend’s embrace.
Privately.
Buccellati’s let inside by Formaggio, who says, “Pesci’s in the washroom, I’ll let him know you’re here. Just hang on a second,” and disappears down the hall.
Inside the living room, he can see Melone and Illuso having a fairly animated conversation.
“I can’t do both Lynette Fromme and Sara Moore in this hypothetical production,” Melone says. “They interact on-stage, I understand that there will be some repeated roles since we’re only seven but that can’t be one of them.”
“I’ll take the role of Moore if I have to, but-” Illuso notices Buccellati’s presence. “Buccellati, you wouldn’t mind if we co-opt your subordinates and Trish for a theoretical production of Sondheim’s Assassins, would you? It would make things much easier if we had more people, especially since Ghiaccio’s singing voice is- you understand, right?”
Buccellati blinks at them. “I don’t mind.”
Illuso nods, satisfied. “If we could use Trish in the play, it would be criminal not to assign her to Fromme and let her have her duet, with that voice.”
“Well, let’s not do anything criminal.” Melone chuckles.
Further away, in the kitchen, he overhears Risotto and Prosciutto discussing dinner. He knows better than to interrupt: Prosciutto doesn’t even let Pesci help prepare the food, from what he’s heard.
“...terrible for your health,” says Prosciutto.
“You’ll have enough protein,” says Risotto.
Pesci shows up and Buccellati stops eavesdropping to focus on him. “I’m sorry, I made you wait.” Pesci shuffles his feet. “Uh, were you bored?”
“Not at all. I was just appreciating how happy your family is together,” says Buccellat: Pesci’s face lights up. “Let’s go.”
He slips his hand into Pesci’s.