"Padre, stop poking me." Giorno groaned as he tossed and turned to the other side of his bed.
"I'd stop if YOU WAKE THE FUCK UP. Come on, we gotta gooo!" Dio said as he continued poking Giorno's head with his sharp fingernail. "I'm not feeling it today, pa. I'm not excited anymore..." he muttered as he hugged his pillow tightly. Dio said nothing as he slowly grabbed and opened his son's phone and browsed through his music playlist.
"EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCK?!" the blonde man exclaimed as he saw Giorno's shit taste in music. He proceeded to delete them all. "Hey, I deleted all your wussy music. Sheesh, your taste is garbage." Dio said. "You WHAT?!" Giorno sat up and snatched his phone. He scratched the back of his head as he frowned. "Padre, what have you done?"
"Oh, I just saved you from your shit taste."
Dio stood up and dusted himself. "Listen, good music is essential to get us motivated to hit the weight palace. I'll show you." he grabbed his son's arm and dragged him. Giorno said nothing as he let his torso slide on the floor as Dio dragged his sorry ass.
Cut away.
Giorno frowned holding his phone in despair as he sat at the back of their car. Dio entered the driver's seat and used the aux. "Giorno. You better watch and learn." he sternly said as he threw the headband he gave him. "Wear this, your bangs look greasy today, looks like lubed up gaping assholes."
3 minutes later.
"HOLY DIVER! You've been down too long in the midnight sea, oh what's becoming of me? NO! NO!
WRYYYYYY-IDE THE TIGER! YOU CAN SEE his stripes but you know he's clean. Oh can't you see what I mean?" Giorno leaned on to the window and stared at the traffic, his foot tapping. He liked the song, but he didn't like the fact that his dad is obnoxiously singing to it.
"GONNA GET AWAY, Get away... Gonna get away, get awaaaaaaaaay.
Holy Diver, Sole survivor. You're the one who's cleeean, yeah. HOLY DIVAH! HOLY DIVAH! TOKI WO TOMARE COMIN' AFTER youuu Holy divahhhh. WOAH HOLY DIVAAAAARGHHHHHHWOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHYWRYYYYY, alright. Getawaygetawaygetaway! Holy Diver! Holy Diver! WOOOAAAH HOLY DIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH Mmmmmm!"
Dio headbanged and did air guitar strums, much to Giorno's concern as they almost hit a soccer mom walking her dog. "PADRE! HANDS ON THE WHEELS!"
Dio turned to face Giorno while still stepping on the gas "Oh? Is that a Ronnie James Dio song?"
"NO! EYES ON THE ROAD!"
"It better be a good song, after seeing your wimpy playlist, I doubt the quality of the songs you suggested."
"I'M NOT SUGGESTING, PADRE. PLEASE KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!"
Moments later, after regaining his composure, Dio explained what a pump up song is. "It's a song you listen to on the way to the gym." he stopped the car approximately 15 blocks from Jonathan's Beef Palace. "... Why did we park here?" Giorno asked but Dio said nothing as he got out.
"We're walking, you lazy fuckwit. Let's walk and talk." Dio said as his son got out. "I'm telling you, when you listen, the song you're going to listen is your pump up song. When you listen to this piece of music..." Dio trailed off, Giorno stared at him urging him to continue, but his dad just stared at him. Seeing as he should say something, he spoke "What happe-"
"BUILDINGS EXPLODE! THE EARTH ORGASMS WITH EVERY SINGLE FOOTSTEP! WOMEN, RELOSE THEIR VIRGINITIES THEN THEY IMMEDIATELY GIVE BIRTH, AND THESE KIDS ARE LIKE STUPID BABY GEESE, who on instinct, know at first sight that you're their hero." Dio rudely interrupted him. Giorno stared blankly and nodded absent mindedly.
The blonde dad puts on his headset and bobbed his head. Giorno didn't see the purpose of this now that his entire playlist has been deleted so he is unable to listen to anything at all.
He walked sadly next to his father, who's obnoxiously pumping his arms in the air.
Sighing as they entered the gym, his father requested for Mista to play his tunes in the speaker so everyone can hear his hype inducing music. "There is a study, between the relation of awesome music and gains." he explained to his son, who agreed half heartedly.