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giorno "menace, pronounced like versace" giovanna ([personal profile] digiorno) wrote2020-10-23 12:15 am

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[personal profile] hairday 2021-11-28 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve's big mitt curls around Giorno's hand like a catcher's glove cupping a baseball within itself. They have a system for this that wasn't invented all that long ago. When one of them needs comfort for any reason at all, all they have to do is squeeze. They'll feel a squeeze back, and then they'll know. There's someone who cares for them very deeply a wordless distance away.

He's not here to laugh, even about a big damn snob admitting he's not the thing he was being high and mighty about. He'd feel shitty about it in an instant if he did. And does it really matter if he's not Italian? Giorno loves Italy. He convinced him of that in a moment that felt as honest as this one, salty air nipping at them as he described the beauty of Naples.

The rest of the story so far prompts more of a reaction. Steve kneads slowly at Giorno's linked hand, inserting his own unprompted reminders that he's treasured while he tries to conquer the difficult task of recounting all the ways that he wasn't. The look Steve is wearing, meanwhile, may not be as sad as Giorno expected. On the inside he's sad, but on the outside he's got the face of someone resolved, who's already decided that he'll personally fist-fight these bad memories if he's got to.
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I don't know how anyone could see their kid suffering and not feel a thing.

[ There's that disgusted tone Haruno heard again, the one he used after the poor kid expressed that he was used to being ignored. ]

I also don't know what I'd do if I ever saw that happening. [ He shakes his head. ] Probably something I'd get sent to jail for if it was at all possible to arrest a man-dog with super strength.
Edited 2021-11-28 18:35 (UTC)
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cw torture, murder, suicidal ideation

[personal profile] hairday 2021-12-04 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ As he listens, the wolf in him supplies the mental image of ripping out a human throat. He doesn't know what Giorno's stepfather looks like, so the man it belongs to is indistinct beyond the expression of fear he should die wearing. He's really not used to thoughts this violent, but he isn't scared by this one, not when he's this sure that it would be deserved.

So his jaw just flexes restlessly at the notion of an adversary that's too many worlds away to hunt, right up until he's dragged from his seething by a gut-wrenching question.
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I—

Now I'm the one who doesn't want to make you sad—

[ But Giorno's asking him if he can relate to, or even just understand what he's about to say—what he's more or less said already, so he'll tell him about the closest thing that comes to mind, though he may have already guessed the when, the where, and the what based off of his hesitation alone. ]

Once, but I... don't think it even really counts. I was already dying. I just know how much I had to hurt to feel that way, and I still can't even imagine what it would be like to go on like that for more than one night.

[ Pain, an unbelievable amount of pain is what it took to make him want him to cease to exist. So, for Giorno to suggest that he had the same wish as someone being sliced up by a madman? When he was just a little kid trying to make it through school? Steve removes his head from Giorno's chest only to immediately nuzzle it into his side whilst shaking it, a faint whine escaping his muzzle despite his best efforts to stay upbeat. ]

Fuck him, I'd kill him. I'd really kill him. Fucking human garbage, both of them.

[ He's not even going to be coy about it now. ]
Edited 2021-12-04 05:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hairday 2021-12-22 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve's longer than usual neck stretches out, rubbing along the insides of the arms that come to embrace him. It keeps stretching until he's up in Giorno's face, butting his cold nose against it. Even then, he's still shoving forward, turning his shaggy head and running a furred cheek against whatever he can reach. He's a flurry of movement even though they're sitting still on the top of this hill. He does everything but lick him in this explosion of canine affection.

Eventually, the dog lets up enough for the human to have some say, at which point Steve loops an arm over the side of Giorno's body that's facing the sky. He feels so small right now. He knows it's because of this new, gangling form, but he can't shake the image from his mind that he's holding that child who was left to waste away, the one he saw just weeks ago. He wishes he could hug it all better, is giving it his best shot, even if he knows the world doesn't work like that.

He wants to smother him in so much attention he can't say he doesn't have people now who think of him every day.
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If he ever shows up here.

[ For real, or as a fleshy doppelganger that crawls out of his head, or in any way whatsoever... ]

If you need me to — I will. That piece of shit is dead.
Edited (it's 4 am, and grammar) 2021-12-22 08:48 (UTC)