The gang just came back and now you were all chilling together, resting after fighting.

Narancia and Mista were messing around. Abbachio was say down with his arms folded with his headphones over his head, shooting a judgy look at the two.

Fugo and Giorno were both just sat around quietly, not really bothering anyone.

You and Bucciarati were sat beside each other, kind of watching over the group, almost like parents, though he turned to you.

“How are you feeling?„