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Well, that was another horrible picture of Fugo in this man's possession. The young man was beginning to get a bit pissed off, to put it lightly. Fugo only allowed him to take it in the first place because he hoped that it would be enough of a distraction that Justin would forget about the pizza. But he didn't, so that meant playing along had been for nothing!

He stayed silent as they followed the pizza delivery, not wanting to risk setting Justin off when convincing him to change his mind seemed unlikely. Unfortunately, it was abundantly obvious that there was some sort of party going on inside the house. The obnoxiously loud music and eye searing lights were a dead give-away.

Fugo hated these sorts of things. He might have done jobs related to various clubs in Naples, as several such establishments were under his superior's control, but the overly crowded and loud atmosphere made him sick.

Unfortunately, his "escort" didn't seem to care about such things. The young gangster found himself being dragged against his will right towards the open door and the two openly intimate women standing inside. Clearly they got the wrong idea, understandably, from the way he was holding hands with Justin, and came to the conclusion that they were together. Just the thought of that made Fugo feel ill.

What made him feel almost as ill, though, was that they were just letting them in without even a word! Why?! It was ridiculous, against all his expectations! The plan would be that once they got turned away he could hurry Justin along until they got to his house, but now... now he needed to readjust.

He scowled at Justin after the older man made an offer to help with the pizza. "Oh yeah, great plan," Fugo remarked sarcastically. "We'll each just use our single free hand to carry these boxes! I'm sure we won't drop anything using a method like that!" His voice, despite only being raised a little bit, was clearly audible over the overwhelming background noise. Then it occurred to him that current company might not pick up on his sarcasm. Best to be more direct. "I'm sure they can handle it, Justin. I'd rather not let go of you." Well, they could stop holding hands. It'd just cause him to fall face first onto the ground again. Not something he wanted to repeat.

"Also... best friend? Really?" he added, clearly a bit exasperated, as an afterthought. Less than an hour of knowing each other, and that was how Justin viewed him. That was a bad sign, seeing as Fugo's current ideal outcome for the night was to never see this man again. "Bit of a strange way to put it..."
 
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Awwwwwwwww!” the she-devils cooed in shrill, shrieking unison when balloon bomb admitted that HE’D RATHER NOT LET GO OF HIM. “That’s sooo sweeeeeet!”

Justin did not join in with them, but kept silent, eyeing Fugo darkly. He hadn’t liked the sarcasm or the way he’d questioned his use of the phrase, BEST FRIEND. It should’ve had him awwwing along with the girls, not criticising his use of language. Maybe Fugo didn’t really like him? Maybe Fugo was only pretending to like him so he could HURT him?

The she-devils insisted on carrying the pizzas, leading them into the living room, faux spider webs hanging from the ceiling. A giant rubber spider clung to one wall, its many, many, MANY eyes reflecting the strobe lights, giving the impression that they were flashing different colors. Magenta orbs! Sapphire pools! Emerald dishes! Justin did not like the giant rubber spider ‘cos it had too many eyes. Nor did he like the way they flashed a constant steady warning at him.

He forced himself to focus on the people in the living room. They were dancing in any open spaces or sharing couches, clutching cups shaped like skulls or cauldrons. They were in same sex pairs or trios, most of them holding hands. They were all obviously really, REALLY good friends. He wasn’t sure he could say the same thing about himself and balloon bomb. Why was it STRANGE to call him a best friend?

“Hey! Cool camera! Really retro!” A man and his GOOD friend danced over to Justin and Fugo, faces heavily lined in make-up so that they resembled cats. Rounded ears perched on top of their heads.

They wore nothing except a pair of tight fitting briefs, their skin painted in the spots of a leopard. Justin knew they were leopard spots, not jaguar or cheetah spots, ‘cos they had a paler color in the center of them. Cheetahs had solid spots, while jaguars had spots in the middle of their spots. He knew this ‘cos he’d used to have a big book on big cats back at the GOOD hospital. There’d been a double page spread on the physical differences between the leopard, jaguar and cheetah.

“I just love Polaroids!” the leopard man grinned at him. “Could you take our picture?”

Justin stared blankly between balloon bomb and leopard man, taken off guard. NOBODY had ever asked him to take their picture… At least NOBODY he could remember - and he would’ve remembered that kind of request! Had they just become BEST FRIENDS!?

“Okay!” he chirruped brightly, letting go of Fugo’s hand. “Where d’you wanna stand?”

He began to swagger off with the two leopard men, effortlessly swapping out Fugo with them as though he was an outdated car model. Justin hadn’t forgotten the sarcasm or the fact that he thought it was STRANGE to call him his best friend. Fugo was the strange one 'cos he liked to pretend he couldn't walk!
 
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Fugo was fine with throwing away his dignity, even if it wasn't preferable. If those women wanted to believe he was that attached to someone like Justin, more power to them! As long as they took his reason and didn't ask for help carrying the boxes, they were cool!

So relieved was he that Justin wouldn't let him drop to the ground over a favor that he failed to notice the turmoil he had kicked up with his words. Perhaps, if he had detected it, he would've been able to backtrack on his words or something. As it was, though, he had no way of seeing the imminent abandonment coming.

Of course, he wasn't very pleased at being in the middle of what seemed to be a party exclusively for same-sex couples, especially not when the man he must have looked to be paired with was probably more than ten years his senior. It was like he was back in college, being judged and blamed for everything that piece of shit professor forced on him. He had nothing against what these people were interested in, but this was definitely not Fugo's scene.

It was while he was thinking about this that Justin was approached by a couple in briefs patterned after some sort of big cat. It was an ultimately uninteresting exchange of words, so he tuned it out right up until the point where his escort let go of his fucking hands!

Instantly, without even a moment to comprehend it, the teenage gangster crumpled as his muscles stopped responding. A cross between a gasp and a growl escaped his lips, the only part of him not paralyzed. The only thing stopping him from losing another tooth was him automatically manifesting his stand beneath himself, slowing down his descent.

Face pressed into the ground, feeling like shit and probably looking like it too, Fugo came to the realization that he could still control his Purple Haze... which honestly made sense, since his mind was still working fine. His stand lacked the precision to carry him around, but he could at least move in simple ways. The invisible manifestation of his soul crudely yanked his head upwards, so that his chin was uncomfortably propping his face up.

"What the hell, Justin?!" he exclaimed, calling out to the older man walking away from him. "You knew I'd fall, so why wouldn't you at least warn me?!"
 
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Fugo called out his name, his voice difficult to hear above the repetitive thump of the music. Justin turned away from the leopard man to scowl at balloon bomb, discovering that he was lying on the ground. He was trying to manipulate him again! This time Justin would NOT let himself get sucked in by his mind tricks.

He stalked back over to Fugo so that he would hear him over the chaotic sounds, towering above his convincingly motionless body. “You don’t value our friendship. You’re BAD, Fugo. BAD. I hope they don’t let you have any pizza.”

But the leopard men had been drawn in by balloon bomb’s helpless daffodil act. They crowded around him, asking what was wrong as they proceeded to lift him up under the armpits, then guide him to a vacant spot on the nearest couch.

Though Justin was still unhappy with him, he couldn’t help but bounce around the trio, snapping pictures. There was something POIGNANT about the whole thing.
 
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"I don't want any goddamn pizza you piece of...!" he began to scream out in anger at Justin's sheer audacity, before regaining enough presence of mind to remember that he was speaking to a crazy person. "Why should I value a supposed friendship when the other party doesn't value keeping my face from hitting the curb?!" he asked rhetorically, still fuming a bit.

Surely Justin wouldn't do anything questionable in this crowd, right? A dark road with no one in sight was one thing, but it must be safer to call him out here.

At the very least, some of the other guests were normal enough to worry about a collapsed man. Once set down in a chair, he managed to force his mouth into an appreciative smile even though the rest of his body flopped limply like a ragdoll. "Something weird that happened to me tonight, is all. Normal Pandora, throwing stupid curve balls out of nowhere," he tried to explain himself to the leopard print loving men. "Basically paralyzed, but it stopped when Justin there took my hand."

"Did you not believe me, Justin?" Fugo then asked the photographer hovering around them. He had more that he wished to say, but right now he just needed to try playing it a bit cool. Just so long as he wasn't painted as the bad guy, it would all work out.
 
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“I think you’re trying to TRICK everybody,” Justin decided to voice his theories aloud, his voice cold and hard. He’d picked up on balloon bomb’s BAD ATTITUDE. “You’re just PRETENDING you’re paralyzed so anybody you have a crush on - a pretty girl, a handsome boy, a HOLLYWOOD STAR - will walk you to your door where you can SEDUCE ‘em! Real elaborate, Fugo! Real clever! Maybe next time you can think up a plan that’s a little more simple?”

If Justin hadn’t been SO MAD at him, he would’ve given him many, MANY tips on how to get people to follow him. Handcuffs were a good option. So was a gun pointed at the back of their head. Or you could even knock them out with a chloroform soaked rag or a careful blow to the skull. That certainly reduced the chances of them screaming and attracting unwanted attention.

Huh. That is weird,” commented one of the leopard men. His counterpart pinched his eyebrows up in a troubled frown, nodding overzealously. “Do you need a ride to the hospital?”

Justin widened his eyes at the leopard men, his face rigid with rage and incredulity. THEY WEREN’T LISTENING TO HIM. They were listening to balloon bomb, but balloon bomb was a LIAR and a BAD friend. They were on the VERGE of HURTING Justin.

Perhaps he should hurt ‘em first… Fugo, too… ESPECIALLY Fugo…
 
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OK, Justin was beginning to seem a bit angry. That wasn't ideal. Fugo didn't want to start anything, after all, especially not in public like this. Though he could easily fight back, even while paralyzed, thanks to his stand, the collateral damage would be insane. There really was no safe way to fight when one's weapon of choice was a deadly virus.

First he'd need to sort things out with the unexpectedly trusting and helpful men. "I don't think that should be necessary, though I appreciate the concern," the young gangster assured them both. "If you could just call an ambulance, that would be fine. Both Justin and I didn't have phones on us, so we couldn't do that ourselves."

Now that he had gotten across what he wanted, it was time to work on diffusing Justin. It was impossible to predict how someone like this would react to any given excuse, but it was better to try and fail than to accept inevitable defeat. "Listen, Justin, thank you for taking me this far. I know it was inconvenient, and I didn't expect so much from a complete stranger, so I really am grateful," the blonde teen told him, not faltering slightly at the act of lying. "I wasn't exactly polite with you either. Even if that could be excused by the circumstances, it still wasn't right of me to act like that."

The anger building up in the man before him was obvious to Fugo. Was this how he looked when his own temper flared up? No wonder people avoided him. Backing down now wouldn't help. "I'll make sure to properly repay you for what you did for me next time we meet," he continued, still faking complete sincerity. "Like... Oh, you said that you like sweet barbecue chicken, right? I'll treat you to some. That's what friends do."

Fugo looked completely limp and relaxed, but that was only due to the paralysis. All the adrenaline flowing through his veins would have set every muscle into a fit of trembling under normal circumstances. It served to hide how insincere he was. If the sweet words were rejected, things might end up going horribly wrong.
 
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The leopard men faded off to fulfil balloon bomb’s request, so taken in were they by his LIES. Justin pressed his lips together in a bloodless line, his blue eyes cold and threatening to pop out of his skull. He felt like he’d EXPLODE with righteous anger, unless he took action against that LIAR on the couch.

But before he could explode or react, Fugo began to speak, thanking him. APOLOGIZING. Justin sagged like a pufferfish realizing there was no threat, the tension seeping out of his arms and legs. He’d learnt about pufferfish from an encyclopaedia at the GOOD hospital. They’d used to have many encyclopaedias, which had been about big cats and horses and steam engines and bicycles of the ages and dog breeds and rodents and different types of metal, just to name a couple of subjects. The pufferfish had been in the encyclopaedia about FISH.

It was when balloon bomb said FRIEND that Justin lost the last hot coils of his rage. He broke out into a big smile as though balloon bomb had agreed to go to a jewellery store with him to get their initials engraved on a pair of friendship bracelets. This time the initials wouldn’t belong to an imaginary boy or girl.

“You want some chicken NOW?” Justin didn’t wait to hear Fugo’s response - if any - dashing off to a table laden with refreshments. He avoided the alcohol. Beer and wine and cocktails and… It ALL put the volume up on the Voices in his head. Just like coffee did - and meat when it was cooked a certain way.

He didn’t dawdle at the table long, darting back to balloon bomb with a pizza box and two cans of Coke. No. They weren’t REAL Cokes, but copycats.

Justin dumped the grease stained box on Fugo’s lap, drawing the lid back to reveal a pizza topped in generous chunks of chicken. It was also drizzled in red onion and leafy green things, which made it look bright and very, VERY pretty. He breathed in a GOOD smell that was sweet and smoky and yum, yum, YUM.

“Now we’re friends again, we should plan what we wanna do next weekend,” Justin advised him cheerfully, helping himself to a slice of pizza, cheese stretching off it in its funny leathery way. “How about the cinema?”
 
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Fugo couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself at how easily he could extend false friendship for his own self-serving needs. This situation warranted it, but the fact that this was his solution surely didn't reflect well on the teenage crook. Justin may be obviously unstable, but the excitement he displayed over having a friend was sincere. He totally bought this fake relationship that the gangster was encouraging.

Well, being a fair weather friend was old hat to Fugo.

The self-deprecating thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of a pizza box being deposited on his limp body. It looked decent, from what he could see, but he had pretty high standards for pizza. Very few places in Pandora had been able to replicate the quality he'd get back home in Naples. If Fugo wasn't worried about ruining the false friendship he was weaving over something so trivial, he might have raised a fuss.

"...I'm honestly surprised you could find a pie topped with this," he admitted. Most parties tended to go light on the toppings for pizza, to avoid alienating anyone's tastes too much. "Well, go ahead and enjoy it. My mouth still hurts a bit too much to eat, because of the missing tooth." It was an easier path than trying to convince Justin that his paralysis was real and he really needed his hand held to eat. "I'll eat plenty next time."

Assuming he somehow couldn't find a way to prevent "next time" from happening.

He almost felt bad about his insincerity, seeing how excited Justin was. If the creep hadn't been so ecstatic about photographically recording his injuries all night, Fugo might have been swayed to view him more sympathetically. "Weekend? Hmmm..." he spoke, thinking about how to approach this as he spoke. "Sunday would work best for me, then." That gave him the longest possible time to search for an escape, among all possible dates included in the range of next weekend. "A movie should be fine." He had no preference, since ideally he'd be able to avoid this outing entirely.

Hopefully the ambulance would get here soon.
 
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“Can’t you eat on the OTHER side of your mouth?” Justin asked, voice thick from pizza.

MMM. The chicken was SO GOOD. They’d never had such yummy chicken at the BAD or even GOOD hospital. It’d been tough and chewy, like the orderlies had zapped it in a microwave. In fact, ALL the meat had tasted that way.

And MOREOVER, pedigree meat (that was meat made from only one animal, like chicken and beef and pork) had been rare at both hospitals. No, no, no, no, NO. He did not mean it had been “lightly cooked” (quite the opposite). He meant the “not occurring often” definition of the word. Usually, Justin and the other residents had been given a hybrid form of meat at meal times (those meats that were made from two or more animals, such as Spam and meatloaf and hotdogs).

He couldn’t remember now why he was reminiscing about meat, but it no longer mattered ‘cos Fugo agreed to go to the cinema with him. FUGO AGREED TO GO TO THE CINEMA WITH HIM! They were going to have such a GOOD time! Justin just KNEW it in his heart!

“Great!” he beamed broadly around his third piece of sweet barbecue pizza. “People have been saying good things about The Rose Lamp. You wanna see that one? It’s about a murderer who thinks this guy in a wheelchair likes him, so he keeps him prisoner in this cottage really high up in the mountains.” A teasing edge entered Justin’s voice. He waggled his eyebrows playfully at balloon bomb. “Apparently it’s super scary. Do you scare easily, Fugo?”

“Hey, guys,” the leopard men strode back over to the couch, bemused expressions wrinkling their face. “We got hold of emergency services. Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”
 
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"...I'll eat in a bit," Fugo said, not really committed, to try to end this discussion. If Justin remembered and called him out on it... well, he had handled far worse pain than eating with a fucked up mouth. Savoring the precious moments that his "friend" spent occupied by thoughts he didn't want to know about, the young gangster began to think about what would happen in the future.

Narancia would probably mess with him for a while, after getting over the initial sympathy, if this paralysis continued. That brat would probably use his inability to chase after him to get out of his math lessons. Just thinking about it made Fugo feel frustrated. He'd have to figure out some sort of incentive to keep his older friend from skipping it.

Unfortunately, the relative silence didn't last long. It seemed like, horror of horrors, Justin had a bit of a plan for the theater trip. "Sounds similar to Stephen King's Misery," the younger man replied, trying to show that he was engaged. Also sounded similar to his current situation, but he wasn't dumb enough to say that and draw the creep's ire. "I don't really get scared by films, though." Horror, from what he understood, worked best when the audience could empathize with the characters. He just wasn't good at getting out of the mindset of a detached observer. Besides, compared to nights like this there wasn't much fiction could throw at him.

"Sounds interesting, though."

Seizing the topic change introduced when the helpful couple walked over, Fugo quickly responded "Bad news, please." He wasn't looking forward to this. Why was there always goddamn bad news with every tiny speck of positive information?
 

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