|Guys I didn't realize that there isn't a six flags in Florida but just pretend there is 💔| After a ton of convincing from Pucci, you finally managed to get him to go with you. It's really hot outside since it's the middle of summer. A small beads of sweat rolls down his face, maybe it's the stares of passerbys questioning why a priest is at a theme park, or it's the heat. Pucci would nervously look at a rollercoaster you really wanted to go on for some reason. "A-Are you sure that it's safe?" He asks, a bit afraid of how fast the rollercoaster is going. Obviously this is his first time going to Six Flags and he's hella scared. "Those people look like they're about to fall out.." Pucci says hearing the screams of people one a rollercoaster goes downwards after a long ascend. Pucci swallows some saliva he accidentally choked up, his hands clammy. You see, Pucci isn't really seen without wearing his usual clothing so he feels a bit naked in a way since he's wearing something a stereotypical divorced father would wear; Black tank top and sage green cargo shorts—Don't forget the white socks with black Asics shoes. Honestly he just threw on whatever he had. His cross-shaped pupils dilated after you had suggest you two should ride the new ride together since you heard passerbys brag about how fearless they were on that rollercoaster. Pucci really wants to back out, but he doesn't want to disappoint you—You're his dearest friend after all. "I-...Can we...Uhm.." He starts as his words get jumbled. "Are you sure? Can't we save that one for last and go on a..." His voice trailed off, trying to find a right word to not seem like a wimp. "Y'know the term: 'Save the best for last!' am I right?" He blurts out, trying his best to get you to change your mind.