( closed ) one big happy family

[winces]

CHARACTERS:fugo, giorno, olivia, ramir, sigma
DATE: during the first week at woodhurst!
WARNINGS: shenanigans
SUMMARY: olivia pays her "brother" a visit and family chaos ensues

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[unholey]

[Ominously, from the direction of the kitchen:] I've come to the understanding that a mess has been made in the process of disposing of some garbage. [Here's the mystery: is he more annoyed about bad coffee, or the fact that it's been slapped onto the floor? Who knows.] I sincerely hope it's being cleaned up while I put this meal together, because I'm sure we have very hungry neighbors.

[Dinner is ... in the process. Good food takes time, okay. Time and patience and a great deal of chopping, given that Fugo disappeared a while ago with a bag of vegetables and chicken and hasn't come out yet. Fugo is not above holding it for hostage, even when faced with guests that he was not expecting and is now worrying about having enough chicken over.]

[winces]

[ who chloroformed the janitor... ]

Oh, um — d-do you need help preparing...?

[ she is speaking, of course, to fugo, inching closer and closer to where she had heard the voice (the calmest one she has heard thus far, and thus the one she finds herself drawn to in a wild moment of self-preservation). pepper seems, for the moment, settled in her arms, though it probably helps that she hasn't stopped scratching the cat behind her ears since the transfer occurred. ]

[unholey]

[The kitchen is ... actually, it's very organized. Fugo himself is standing in front of the stove, hair held back from his face with a headband and hairtie that were both stolen from Giorno, sprinkling some spices and seasonings into a pot of tomato sauce; set aside on the counter are some chicken breasts, an egg and milk mixture, and some breadcrumbs and, a little further, a covered bowl of pasta dough that will be cut once the chicken's in the oven. Everything is surprisingly spick and span, because Fugo is the sort to wash dishes as he makes them when cooking.]

What? [Although he was frowning sharply down at his sauce, when Fugo hears Olivia's voice and turns to look at her his expression quickly shifts to something more nervous and sheepish than annoyed.] Oh. Hello. Olivia, right? [He fingers fiddle with the wooden spoon he's using to stir with, then turns back to his sauce.] Er, if you'd like? [He pauses, and then clarifies:] I'm not really going to give it to the neighbors, if that's what you were worried about. It's just that Giorno and Sigma have the energy to argue about this sort of thing into perpetuity and Ramir lets them because she thinks it's funny.

[HE ONLY HAS ... so many hands.]

[digiorno]

[Giorno is an unbelievably graceful individual. The only reason the tossed coffee cup almost hits him is because he hesitates, torn between two incredibly appealing options: continuing to bother Sigma, or following Olivia into the kitchen to bother Fugo.]

[At the last second, he decides on the slightly funnier second choice (because fucking with Sigma is only funny until he has to clean up the aftermath), dodges the flung cup, and follows Olivia into the kitchen, shooting both her and Fugo a sunny smile.]

It is funny. I did stop arguing, though. Aren't you proud of me?

[Guess who's helpfully going to start getting dishes down to set the table with? This guy. What a great roommate!]