Whenever you get time, maybe do HC's of la squadra's reaction to you bringing home a puppy/kitten from the streets? 💕
Risotto expected everything out of everyone. In his life, it was a learnt condition. So when you got into the apartment, soaking wet from the pouring rain, your coat taken off and in a bundle, he didn’t quite know what was at hand until he heard meowing and whining from the coat, which was not nearly as dripping as the rest of you. “Tesoro,” he began cautiously, and you apologetically looked at him, letting the bundle fall open on the ground, revealing five kittens and three puppies. Risotto was a bit overwhelmed, but remained more than calm. He didn’t have a proper amount of sleep for at least three months now, and was running on fumes, but decided it best to listen and follow.
The entire litter of kitties you found next to, decidedly just as adorable litter of puppies couldn’t be ignored, and you did know you couldn’t keep them all… but to keep some, would make you really happy. Your happiness is Risotto’s Achilles’ heel, and through he prefers cats by far than dogs, he’d not object to either of your wishes. Luck works out in his favor and you choose as you prefer, but with the status quo remaining – not too much ruckus. Risotto is happy to have you and the small new friends, and he quickly warms up to them – it’s hard not to love something so small, sweet and harmless.
Formaggio ought to be home, you figured, the small bundle strapped to your chest safe, but still squirming, “Shh, baby, we’re home!” And then louder, you repeated, “I’m home! Formaggio! I’m here!”
“Ay, babe, I hear ya!” The clapping of his slippers was quickly heard as you put down your umbrella and pretended everything was fine. “Babe,” he squinted, and you innocently raised your brows, “What’s the matter?” He sighed, “The dog you have on your tits.” You pouted, contemplating, then turning on your own puppy eyes, taking the small brown puppy that wasn’t nearly as well-fed as it should’ve been and pointing it at your boyfriend to look at it. “It was in a box by the supermarket, I got him just as it started to rain!”
“And bundled him up in your tits,” he didn’t sound impressed. “Babe you can’t keep the pup, no matter how much you wanna- we have kittens and cats.” You scrunched your face, “I know! But he’s so cold, please, and so cute! I swear the kittens will like him, look! Baby!” Formaggio’s green eyes shown no give, “You can’t know that. They can claw him to pieces, they’re vicious sometimes-” You snickered, and he sputtered something, trying to get a grip, but you were faster, “Yeah- because you terrorize them. Little Feet isn’t made to be used on Snickers and Stracciatella-” Formaggio pouted, but looked at the puppy again nevertheless, which was cutely kicking its little legs and whining as if sensing Formaggio didn’t quite want it there. “Alright, you win,” you jumped, cuddling the small animal to your cheek and rushing to Formaggio to kiss his cheek as well. “Oh, God! Thank you! I’ll suck your dick however many times you want tonight!” He snickered, amused and mellowed already, “You better, I’m betting Stracciatella here!”
(A week later, it was Formaggio who’d sell his soul for your newest addition to the family, and him who named him, led him to the vet’s check-ups for being malnourished, and him who wouldn’t give up the ecstatic puppy for the life of him.)
Illuso is another person I imagine isn’t too wild about animals, and never had a pet and didn’t have a particularly strong wish for one. He’d be alright with them, but no more than one. And when you bring two… after a hard day at work he barely reins himself in not to snap. He’d rather have kids than pets, and he’s really reluctant when he sees the kitten and the puppy you’re holding, swallowing back a large argument boiling inside of him. But he’s been practicing to at least stop being snappy with you, after all, if somebody was considerate to him, it was you.
“Why?” He’d just grind out, and you’d pout or explain yourself, or worse – end your reasoning with telling him about their cuteness. Illuso would frown and tell you he likes to simply observe the cuteness, not cultivate it, especially not with strays. It would lead to a small round of arguing, and Illuso would have to set some boundaries, as you were insistent: one stays, one they give to someone else. Illuso suggested you keep the cat and give the dog to Pesci as a birthday gift, as his birthday was near, and you bloomed at the idea.
(And if he soon starts taking care of the kitten, little by little, neither of you comments on the reluctant friendship.)
Prosciutto isn’t an animal person. I can see him only commenting that cats are pretty much self-sustainable animals and that he respects them, but other than that? He likes fish, but farther from that doesn’t go, as even fish are food and not friend- making it clear that when you bring the kitten home, all begging and pleading, he’s gonna be very stern about not wanting it there, despite it’s cuteness or helplessness, or whatever you listed. He’s maybe gonna allow it if it’s hurt, or the like, but doesn’t understand your attachment still. But it is a golden opportunity to try and attach him, even through it’s most likely a mission in failing.
Pesci has a weak spot for you and he can’t refuse you anything. He’s slightly allergic to cats, but he’ll bear anything if you say it. He’ll buy you a goddamn elephant just to see you happy, and as far as pets go, I think he’d have a hamster or two, and when you’d bring a small puppy around, he’d just be worried for the previous pet, no strings attached. He’s very simple when it comes to stuff like that, but insists you guys take group photos of yourselves and the pets, as he’s very satisfied when those are his phone background. So no worries, you can even pick up kids from the street, he’ll indulge you in whatever you want.
(And it’s a really cute sight to see him cuddling the puppy, gushing how small it is in his hands.)
Melone prefers children to pets. By and large. If you bring something home, he’ll think of it more as an introduction to the family life rather than something too serious and something to look at as a standalone. And he’ll need time getting used to it – Melone has a much different attitude to children and animals, and I feel like he’ll forget you brought one altogether. He’s very amicable, through, and enjoys their presence when you aren’t there, easier to bear the hours you’re apart when you’re at work and he’s perfectly free, by smushing his face in fur or playing with their paws. He likes a smart pet, fascinated by teaching them how to properly respond to little quirks or signs, and would love even more if it turned out that the pet you picked up was a Stand user.
Ghiaccio can only like and love cats. He debates any other creature, as humans are limited on his list and can only handle ten at the time, to have ten in his life, and an unlimited amount of cats. I feel he has a traditional cat person personality, and he already has, three cats before you come to live with him. An addition is going to be more than welcome, and it’s one of those rare things Ghiaccio doesn’t raise his voice about. He’s very attentive when it comes to his kitties, and always makes sure everything’s just right for them.
Sorbet & Gelato are not the most passionate of people when it comes to animals. neither likes dogs, and Sorbet likes cats, but Gelato is annoyed by those that shed too much fur on the furniture, because apparently cum and blood are allowed there, but kitties are not. You have a hard time deciding when and how you’re gonna bring this cat, which you recognize is not problematic to take care of, being probably left on the street without a care, domesticated to the bone so it won’t survive on the street for long. It wasn’t that young, either, so you doubted someone would take her from an asylum. You took the risk and took it with yourself, knowing you’d have to fight tooth and nail with the two of your assassins for the cat.
Gelato would be the one to open the door for you, frowning that Sorbet wasn’t home yet. He’d see the cat and roll his eyes, try to hiss something out but you’d be faster than him, and rebuke. It would escalate into a bickering match that wouldn’t stop until the cat made itself at home in Gelato’s lap, and he threatened to throw her out of the window by the tail. He would also note, in a prissy tone that was very much unlike him, how cats were Formaggio and Ghiaccio’s thing, not theirs. Sorbet would come in and it would be the moment of truth – Sorbet would either say yes, or no to the cat, and Gelato would know he lost.
(The cat is too soft for its own good, and has these smart, wicked eyes. Sorbet says yes and Gelato fucks off for the time being, but in time gets used to the cat for the sake of you two.)
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