Prompt by @that-one-dumb-non-binary
Sorry if it's bad it's my first fanfic.
Spoiled Milk
"Mista, is this milk expired?" Narancia says, peeking inside the milk
"I don't know, ask Fugo. He's the one that used it last."
"What about me?" Fugo replies as he walks in the kitchen
"Is the milk expired?"
"No,..."
"You sure? It smells weird"
".....Milk doesn't expire....."
Mista looks at Fugo like he had 3 heads
"What..."
"Uhh yeah...it doesn't expire.." Fugo's face is flat as a board
'Crap....what am I saying..this is embarrassing...welp too late to go back now..'
Mista lets out a concerned sounding laugh. "Haha, Fugo... you're so funny."
"So, is it expired?" Narancia looks at both confused
"Ye- No!...."
Fugo cuts off Mista. Mista glares at Fugo.
"Erm, what's going on?.."
Giorno stood in the kitchen entry.
'Barnacles...' Fugo thought to himself, frustrated.
"Giorno, is the milk expired?"
Narancia has a impatient look on his face
"I don't know?" He shrugs as he sits down groceries
'Wait I could use Giorno as an advantage.'
"Hey, Giorno...Can I speak with you for a moment."
"Sure?" He walks out of the kitchen with him
"So..." Fugo pinches his nose.
"This is an odd request, but...can you please follow through?"
"What is it?"
"Can you convince them that...Milk doesn't spoil..."
'He won't do it...this is so stupid'
"What? Why?"
Fugo sighs. "I said it didn't spoil...I-i don't know why,...and I'm embarrassed about it...."
Giorno stares at him
"Just tell them that it was a joke?"
"Please, Giorno.. just think off it as payback from when they put red dye in your shampoo last month.."
Giorno thinks for a moment...
"Fine...I'll do it.."
"Thank you, thank you."
Fugo lightly puts his hands on Giorno's face
"I knew I could count on you.."
They go back to the kitchen
"Fugo....way were you saying milk doesn't spoil?" Mista was tested
"Cause it doesn't.."
"Yes it does"
Yes, it does? I thought you were the smart one of the gang?"
"Mista, he's right," Giorno says in a monotone voice
Mista stops talking
"Giorno, not you too..
"I thought milk spoiled? Does it not? Doesn't it mean its spoiled when it smells bad?"
Giorno leans on the island counter
"Milk doesn't spoil..."
"What are you guys saying!? Have you two gone mad!?"
"Mista, you always have these odd conspiracies. Are you sure it isn't one of those?" Fugo kept his cool.
"It's not a conspiracy! It's a fact!"
"Mista, it's true. Milk does not spoil."
Giorno says, staring in Mista's dark brown eyes seriously.
"You guys are right, Mista. You always have those dumb theories...how am I supposed to believe you?" Narancia puts back the milk, not wanting it anymore.
"What...what!...WHAT! No! Ughh it's not a conspiracy!"
"Yes it is, your just too embarrassed to admit that your wrong!" Fugo yells back
"Nuh, uh! You're lying it does go bad!"
"Mista, stop yelling your making scene...it doesn't spoil.." Giorno interrupts not wanting a violent fight to break out over literal spoiled milk.
Mista stops talking...he put his hands on his face...
"Ughhhhh! Oh my gooodd," he uncovers his face.
"Please tell me this is a joke."
"No, it's not.."
Narancia got tired of their bickering
"Mista, just except the truth. Fugo is smarter than you and me."
"...Fine...it doesn't spoil... But don't come running to me when you get sick!" Mista gets up, walking out the kitchen..
"Jeez, what a pushover," Narancia sighs. Then he walks out, probably just to go play on his game console.
There was an odd silence.
"So,...what are you going to do if he brings it up again?"
Giorno walks next to Fugo.
"Act like it never happened."
"Pfft, I figured."
Giorno smiles
"Well, I'm gonna go help Trish pick out a dress for her concert. Wanna come?"
"Sure...I should probably stay away from Mista for the time being."
They give eachother a smooch before walking out the kitchen.
The end
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