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“...What are you all doing standing here?” Giorno asked, causing at least three people to jump into the air.

Mista, Fugo, Narancia, and Trish were all standing at the bottom of the stairs, peering rather suspiciously around the corner into the main room. Giorno had come at them from behind, having been upstairs in his room up until a few minutes ago. Now, he found himself being intensely shushed by more than half of the residents of the villa.

“Giorno! Quiet! He can’t know we’re here!!” Narancia said, his own voice in a bit of a stage whisper.

“Well, he definitely does, but still,” Trish said, gesturing to the main room. The only two people not present were Abbacchio, and Bucciarati, so ‘he’ had to be one of them.

“What exactly is stealth worthy, at the moment?” Giorno raised an eyebrow. Mista and Narancia exchanged a glance, Fugo sighed, and Trish rolled her eyes.

“It’s the TV, Giorno,” Mista said, almost sagely, clapping a hand down onto Giorno’s shoulder- which he did a very good job of not reacting to. “Abbacchio has it right now.”

“That… doesn’t really answer my question.”

“Abbacchio always chooses the weirdest stuff when he has control of the TV,” Fugo explained, helpfully. “Right now he’s watching some French show- without subtitles, too, so it’s really annoying. So, we’re going to try and take control.”

“Does Abbacchio know French?” Giorno blinked. He hadn’t known that about the man.

“We don’t know,” Narancia shrugged, and Giorno furrowed his brows. Alright, then.

“And we’re not going to ask him… why?” He almost regretted asking when he saw his companion’s faces.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mista grinned, and Giorno saw the glint of mischief mirrored in all of their eyes. “And with you in the mix, there’s five of us now! Much better,” he nodded, and for some reason Giorno nodded along with him.

Well. It’s not like he had much else to get done that afternoon.

“Alright,” he shrugged, falling into place alongside the others. “So what’s the plan?”

“Well, if he hadn’t noticed us before, he definitely has now,” Trish said, and the others sighed. “But that shouldn’t change the plan too much.”

“Aerosmith is going to start knocking things over in the kitchen,” Fugo started, in a low voice. “We’ve already set up some stuff in there- all plastic of course.”

“Of course,” Giorno nodded.

“Then, because he’s wise to our tricks-”

“We’ve done this before,” Narancia cut in.

“-He’s going to take the remote with him,” Fugo continued. “That’s why Trish is going to use Spice Girl to make the kitchen floor soft, so he falls. Hopefully he’ll drop the remote at that point, but if he doesn’t, we’ll have the Pistols run interference.”

“Actually, you might be able to help with that part,” Mista hummed. “You can summon vines, right? We can just tie him up.”

“Good idea, Mista,” Fugo nodded, and Mista preened at the praise. “You need stuff to transmute, right?” he said, turning back to Giorno.

“I have some rocks upstairs,” he said, gesturing back the way he’d come from. The rocks he kept were very specifically for using Gold Experience on. Having some frogs hopping around his desk actually made it easier to focus, sometimes.

“Perfect. Go get some,” Fugo said, and Giorno silently bolted back up the stairs, a small smile on his face.

He returned with the rocks a moment later, and the other four peered over them curiously. They were completely ordinary rocks- which is what they wanted. Plants were hit or miss with being able to return to their original states, sometimes, depending on how far he pushed the growth, so using important things for them wasn’t all that wise.

“The plan is a go, then?” Narancia asked, summoning his Stand. The orange energy flickered around his form for a moment, before his helicopter scope appeared in front of his face.

“Plan is a go,” Fugo confirmed. Narancia grinned, and Aerosmith itself flew as silently as it could ahead of them as they snuck towards the kitchen.

They waited for a moment, crouched just inside the doorway, hidden from the hall. Giorno and Fugo on one side, and Mista and Trish on the other. Narancia was a bit further back. Giorno’s smile hadn’t gone away, and stayed even as Aerosmith began knocking over the heavy plastic plates that had been propped up beforehand.

Loud cursing could be heard from the main room, not all that far away, and heavy footfalls as a very irate Abbacchio came their way. As soon as his shadow darkened the kitchen doorway, Trish leapt into action.

“Spice Girl!” She called, and the Stand responded, springing to life with a pink glow. Abbacchio didn’t even have time to be surprised before his feet were sinking into the ground. He stumbled, but didn’t quite fall, the remote still held tight in his grasp.

It was Giorno’s turn, then. Even as Aerosmith and the Pistols began to hover, offering plenty of distraction, Giorno threw his completely ordinary rocks around Abbacchio’s feet. They burst into gorgeous green life- the vines completely ensnaring the man in moments.

“Wha- HEY!” Abbacchio yelled as he was pulled over, the remote falling from his grasp. The instant that it did, Mista was on it, grabbing the prize and bolting from the room. “MOODY BLUES!”

Abbacchio’s Stand burst into being, a long tone ringing through the air. It tried to catch Mista’s shoulders as he ran, but Spice Girl was still active, and tackled it to the floor; both of their users grunting from the second hand sensation. Moody Blues struggled a bit, but it wasn’t much of a fight when neither actually wanted to hurt the other.

Giorno made quick work of the vines, making them curl perfectly around each other. These were a rather woody breed as well, so it would take Abbacchio a minute to escape- giving them enough time to properly set up at the TV- that is, if their little group could agree on anything. It wasn’t like Giorno cared, at the very least.

“You brats! Come back here!” Abbacchio growled, dismissing his Stand as the rest of them chased after Mista, leaving him there. He would be fine.

However, the sight that awaited them in the main room made them all stop in their tracks. Instead of happily flipping through channels as they had expected, Mista was instead, flat on the floor, in front of Bucciarati, who was casually holding the remote.

“This again?” He sighed. Fugo and Narancia looked a bit sheepish. Trish just rolled her eyes and Giorno shrugged. It wasn’t ‘again’ for them, and he had a feeling Trish had gotten involved in a similar manner to him.

“Well we were-” Narancia started, only to be cut off with a look.

“I will be selecting the channels tonight,” Bucciarati said, in a voice that left no room for argument. Giorno just shrugged again. He usually liked Bucciarati’s picks. “Go clean up… whatever you did.”

Giorno exchanged a look with Trish that, if he had to put a name to it, he would label as smugly amused. They’d been in it for the fun of it, they both knew. Plus, they hadn’t been the ones to set up the plates, or knock them down. All they had to do was undo their Stand’s effects.

“So… I’m going back up to my room,” Trish shrugged.

“I have books to read,” Giorno agreed.

“...Wanna hang out?”

“Sure.”