Typical Sunday Mornings
Just a little funny idea I had to write out. I believe most days of the week are relatively peaceful...until you reach Sunday. Heaven forbid anyone not going to church in this household, a requirement enforced by our favorite priest...
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Pucci: WAKE UP!
Ungalo: *stumbles out of his room in boxer shorts* What the Hell Preacher?! It’s 6 in the God damn morning!
Pucci: DON’T YOU DARE TAKE THE LORD’S NAME IN VAIN!
DIO: *walking around nude*
Versace: Old man put some fucking clothes on!
Giorno: *stumbling out in a robe and hair half up in rolling pins* Has anyone seen my hair iron?
Rykiel: *still refuses to get out of bed*
Pucci: Rykiel wake up, we’re going to be late for church!
Rykiel: God has already forsaken me, what’s the point?
Pucci: RYKIEL!
Rykiel: *grumbles and goes under the covers*
Pucci: DIO, go and get your son out of bed.
DIO: Angelo, go and get your brother out of bed.
Ungalo: My name is fucking Ungalo!
Meanwhile, in the bathroom…
Giorno: *focusing on ironing out his hair in front of the mirror*
Versace: *shoving Giorno* Giorno, move out of the way! I’m trying to do my makeup!
DIO: *in the background, showering* Can someone pass me the bodywash?
Rykiel’s room…
Ungalo: Rykiel, get the fuck out of bed! *pulling Rykiel’s feet*
Rykiel: *Holding on tight to the bed frame* Nooooo….
Cut to an interview segment with Terence Darby the Butler...
Darby: The mornings in Lord Dio’s Household are never easy.
Interviewer: …and?
Darby: And what?
Interviewer: It sounded like you were going to say something more.
Darby: No, that’s it. Mornings are never easy in this house *serene smile of internal suffering*
At the front door, Pucci is standing there waiting with DIO...
Pucci: Hurry up we’re going to be late!
Versace: *shoving Giorno* Fucking move it Giorno!
Giorno: *pulling his coat on as he runs downstairs*
Ungalo: *dragging a struggling Rykiel downstairs* Why do we have to go so early again?!
Giorno: Because Pucci’s the priest?
Ungalo: …oh right.
DIO: Rykiel, where are your shoes? Put your shoes on! Versace, for Heaven’s sake, stopping fussing about your make up and hurry up! Ungalo, if you didn’t brush your teeth this morning, I will personally shove soap down your throat! Giorno!... you’re fine darling.
Giorno: Thank you, Padre.
Versace: *scoffs* Daddy’s little girl.
Rykiel: *pulling his shoes on* Um…Giorno’s not a-
Versace: I KNOW WHAT I SAID!
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