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It was early morning in Naples and the two young men were peacefully sleeping in their shitty flat. The place had curtains uglier than Mista's pants and they were pretty sure someone had died in the bed they were currently sleeping in. GioGio didn't care cause he was a vampire and also in the mafia so dead people were like, a thing that occurred in his life fairly often. Mista was also cool with it because he was broke as fuck and couldn't afford anything better and Giorn refused to pay for any of his shit although he had like a whole lot of illegal money and he stole everything anyway so it's not like they would've had to actually pay for a better bed.
Mista wasn't awake yet because it was 4:44 am and his body instinctively refused to awaken at such a time, but Gio had no such restrictions so he woke up softly to the sensation of almost choking because he was inhaling Mista's chest hair. He coughed a few times and fell out of the bed with a loud thud. It wasn't enough to wake up Mister from his slumber, he couldn't even hear the loud WRYYYYY that rose from Giorn when soft sunbeams from under the shitty ass curtains hit his delicate vampire skin. He was left helplessly lying on the floor.
At 5:00 am sharp Mist was finally able to wake up to a bright new day. Unusually bright because living with his vampire boyfriend meant that their bedroom was usually as dark as Mista's future. He went to close the curtains and noticed there was a weird pile of dust on the floor on Giorno's side of the bed. Very strange. Oh well. Giorno wouldn't like such a mess, Mista thought as he went to get his vacuum cleaner from the closet where they stored all kinds of cleaning products only Giorno mostly knew the names of. Mista rarely cleaned, but this time he wanted to make Giorg happy. Last night he had had a nightmare where diGiorno's had left him and ran away with someone more handsome and less hairy. Mista almost felt like crying.
He cried a little when he vacuumed the burnt remains of whatever it was that had turned to ash there. He left the vacuum cleaner on the bed and went to the kitchen in hopes of finding Giorno there making breakfast. He was starting to feel really hungry and the pistols were already whining. Despite what he thought, he did not find any blonde vampires in the kitchen or the whole apartment, besides Giorno's dad who was passed out in their bathtub in some unholy attire just like every morning.
He left the huge man in fishnets be and headed back for the bedroom. He was starting to lose hope. Could the dream have been a sign? Maybe GiorGio really did run away with someone else. Perhaps he went to stay with his dad? No wait, his dad was here, that wouldn't make any sense. Nothing made any sense to Guido anymore. All he had with him now was the vacuum cleaner. He laid down on the bed and held it close to his chest.
Then he cried for the next ten years.