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[After sorting out things with Makoto and Elias and Mukuro and generally having calmed down, Souda finds himself missing hanging out with the boys- even if one of the boys had some challenges for him last time. Souda hasn't had the chance to really think on what Giorno's said after all that's happened, but he doesn't want to pass up hanging out with his dear friend.
So on an evening he just happens to see Giorno out in Bavan while he's flying, Souda meets up with him, descending from the sky with much more practiced precision than months ago.]
Oooi. What's up?
[He calls to hold his friend up, lifting a claw in greeting.]
[It's been a while since he's seen Souda. Then again, it's been a while since he's seen anyone, really. The second half of the month has been throwing himself into projects — the clinic, the orphanage, Poundmates, trying to get Tsukikage's affairs sorted out — and generally avoiding people. Some more deliberately than others.]
[Souda, for example, he hasn't been purposefully ignoring, although he's been thoughtful about things. He has questions. They're not urgent. Certainly not bothersome enough that he reacts any differently than normal to Souda's presence. No, he turns his face up to watch him land with a warm smile, raising a hand in greeting.]
Souda. Hi.
Nowhere in particular. I was going to head to the conbini before going home. It's . . . [Wait, what time is it, exactly? He looks blank for a second.] I think I meant to be home a while ago, actually. Reira's going to tell me off. So I'll get her something, too.
Mm, it's a deal, then. You can always set something on fire if I get cold on the way.
[His expression is deadpan right up to his eyes, which are warm and bright with mirth. One arm hooks through Souda's, after which he is ready to proceed.]
How is she? [He doesn't know Makoto well at all, but he knows she's important to Souda, so really. Transitive property of friendship.]
[Souda responds well to Giorno's arm, leaning side to side gently as they walk, playful.]
Eh, she's alright. Doin' better than a few months back.
[And that's all he can really hope for. He's acknowledged that he can't protect her in every way, but at least he can walk her home and help her feel safer.]
Kinda... intense lately, but, I think she's alright...
[The smile pulled out of him at the dizzy back-and-forth of Souda's movements drifts away as the other continues speaking. Intense. What does that mean, exactly?]
. . . She's been intense? Or everything else?
[Because everything else has, without question, been fucking intense. It always is around here, but, well. Tensions have been high, so to speak.]
[Giorno doesn't say things like "oh shit," but he's as close as he could conceivably get to saying "oh shit". His eyebrows are falling off his face.]
. . . Good for her.
[That's pretty badass, actually. He barely knows her, but he's never heard of anyone getting into a fight of that level with the Fourth God. After his own interactions with Elias, he thinks it's well deserved.]
I hope it didn't backfire too badly. The Fourth is petty.
[Or, he hopes Elias won't, anyway. He's counting on that being the case. He isn't sure what he'll do if Elias does— even if he rejects the gods, he knows full well he's not as strong as them.]
He wants her to come back, after all. But I think he's the one who's really fucked up.
Getting girls that mad? They're not really forgiving at that point, Idols or not.
[It's not meant to sound as gendered as it is, but idols are expected to have a pretty charitable and forgiving nature, which is what's on Souda's mind. He's pretty proud of her, too, though. Standing up to a god, all without crying in front of him.]
[He doesn’t understand the cultural context of idols, but he understands that there are some people who are very kind, right up until they’re pushed too far, and then there’s no going back. He respects that. If Makoto is one of those people, then Souda’s right: Elias has well and truly fucked up.]
From what I understand, he was barely a teenager when he was made into a god. He might be manipulative and cunning, but he’s still a child, and a child at the age when boys are most heavily conditioned to believe women are inferior. It’s a very . . . stereotypical mistake to make.
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So on an evening he just happens to see Giorno out in Bavan while he's flying, Souda meets up with him, descending from the sky with much more practiced precision than months ago.]
Oooi. What's up?
[He calls to hold his friend up, lifting a claw in greeting.]
Where you headed?
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[Souda, for example, he hasn't been purposefully ignoring, although he's been thoughtful about things. He has questions. They're not urgent. Certainly not bothersome enough that he reacts any differently than normal to Souda's presence. No, he turns his face up to watch him land with a warm smile, raising a hand in greeting.]
Souda. Hi.
Nowhere in particular. I was going to head to the conbini before going home. It's . . . [Wait, what time is it, exactly? He looks blank for a second.] I think I meant to be home a while ago, actually. Reira's going to tell me off. So I'll get her something, too.
Want to walk with me?
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Oh, hey! I was just on my way there to meet Makoto.
[He catches up to Giorno so they can walk together, then, and nods.]
Sounds good to me. It's getting cold out here, anyway.
sorry im so fucking late i thought i tagged this ????????????? unbelievable
[His expression is deadpan right up to his eyes, which are warm and bright with mirth. One arm hooks through Souda's, after which he is ready to proceed.]
How is she? [He doesn't know Makoto well at all, but he knows she's important to Souda, so really. Transitive property of friendship.]
it is COMPLETELY bueno
[Souda responds well to Giorno's arm, leaning side to side gently as they walk, playful.]
Eh, she's alright. Doin' better than a few months back.
[And that's all he can really hope for. He's acknowledged that he can't protect her in every way, but at least he can walk her home and help her feel safer.]
Kinda... intense lately, but, I think she's alright...
[ . . . he sounds kind of unsure. ]
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. . . She's been intense? Or everything else?
[Because everything else has, without question, been fucking intense. It always is around here, but, well. Tensions have been high, so to speak.]
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[He can't help but laugh to himself.]
She told off that fourth god fucker, you know? Yelled at the guy. Threw her key card away and everything.
[He speaks like it's so admirable, practically glittery-eyed. That's what he meant by intense.]
I didn't know she had it in her.
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. . . Good for her.
[That's pretty badass, actually. He barely knows her, but he's never heard of anyone getting into a fight of that level with the Fourth God. After his own interactions with Elias, he thinks it's well deserved.]
I hope it didn't backfire too badly. The Fourth is petty.
[eat shit elias]
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I don't think he'll hurt her, though.
[Or, he hopes Elias won't, anyway. He's counting on that being the case. He isn't sure what he'll do if Elias does— even if he rejects the gods, he knows full well he's not as strong as them.]
He wants her to come back, after all. But I think he's the one who's really fucked up.
Getting girls that mad? They're not really forgiving at that point, Idols or not.
[It's not meant to sound as gendered as it is, but idols are expected to have a pretty charitable and forgiving nature, which is what's on Souda's mind. He's pretty proud of her, too, though. Standing up to a god,
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You’re right about that.
[He doesn’t understand the cultural context of idols, but he understands that there are some people who are very kind, right up until they’re pushed too far, and then there’s no going back. He respects that. If Makoto is one of those people, then Souda’s right: Elias has well and truly fucked up.]
From what I understand, he was barely a teenager when he was made into a god. He might be manipulative and cunning, but he’s still a child, and a child at the age when boys are most heavily conditioned to believe women are inferior. It’s a very . . . stereotypical mistake to make.
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We're all—
[He looks at Giorno, squints, and changes his mind.]
Most of us are like that... But even when I was that kind of guy, who didn't know better, girls...
Girls have always been terrifying. And a teenage girl with no boundaries... That kind of chick can end the world.
[... Weird way to phrase that.]
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That's extreme.
[He says it mildly, even so. Curiosity tugs at the back of his tongue.]
I can't see Makoto ending the world, personally . . . but then, you said "no boundaries". I don't think I know any girl like that.
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Yeah. Some kinda girl that would be, right?
You can forget I said that. It's not a very good story or anything.