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ic inbox ( ruby city ) Ⅰ
buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!
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buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!
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What can I say? I'm a benevolent spirit.
[har har]
Man, I have no idea. Normally I'd think he couldn't possibly, especially after that whole 'I wanna touch your sex pistols' thing, but if you're not sure, I've got no chance at knowing.
[har har]
Man, I have no idea. Normally I'd think he couldn't possibly, especially after that whole 'I wanna touch your sex pistols' thing, but if you're not sure, I've got no chance at knowing.
[He really is...]
I'll make sure to try. [Will she? We'll have to find out another day.] Hey, it'll be fun, though! He's great, and it's been forever since I've done shit like that. Should be a good time.
I'll make sure to try. [Will she? We'll have to find out another day.] Hey, it'll be fun, though! He's great, and it's been forever since I've done shit like that. Should be a good time.
[As serious as all that is, her tone still softens to signify this is a different kind of honesty.]
You're all great, really. In your own ways. I'm happy I get to spend time with you all, you know?
You're all great, really. In your own ways. I'm happy I get to spend time with you all, you know?
Mm. I'm glad I get to spend time with you, too. I think you're one of the best things about this place.
[It's hard to choose one thing, but - Izabel is pleasantly uncomplicated, neither family nor a signifier of his own failure. Just a girl who wants to be his friend.]
[It's hard to choose one thing, but - Izabel is pleasantly uncomplicated, neither family nor a signifier of his own failure. Just a girl who wants to be his friend.]
[She laughs a little at that, pleased but surprised.]
Wow. That's... [Unbelievably cool, really? And a returned sentiment, if the warmth in her voice is any indication.] Thanks. Can't remember the last time someone said that to me. Usually I'm trying to convince people of that.
Wow. That's... [Unbelievably cool, really? And a returned sentiment, if the warmth in her voice is any indication.] Thanks. Can't remember the last time someone said that to me. Usually I'm trying to convince people of that.
Oh, obviously. Of course not Hazel.
[Sweet baby girl... Sigh.]
She's pretty special, though. Hard to compete with.
[Sweet baby girl... Sigh.]
She's pretty special, though. Hard to compete with.
Please come do my hair.
[And with the audible shake in her tone, even a rock could tell that something was very, very wrong and this request isn't about needing a new style, it's about for the love of all things holy, just come and hold me, everything is fucked.]
Please.
[And with the audible shake in her tone, even a rock could tell that something was very, very wrong and this request isn't about needing a new style, it's about for the love of all things holy, just come and hold me, everything is fucked.]
Please.
Edited 2015-10-30 05:31 (UTC)
Giorno, do you think I could meet you at the cafe later? I'd like to make sure you're alright, if you were caught up in all that recent insanity.
[He was wondering if this was coming. Wondering, but he didn't reach out for it, because - he's exhausted. It's been days and he's still exhausted. He doesn't want to see anyone.]
[But.]
I was. And of course, you can come by whenever you want. I don't have anywhere to be today.
[But.]
I was. And of course, you can come by whenever you want. I don't have anywhere to be today.
[It's comforting to hear his voice on any day, but to hear him in control when she couldn't wrangle her feelings was even better.]
Clocktower.
Clocktower.
I'll come by a little after noon, if that's acceptable.
[...because god, he was exhausted too and just kind of wanted to lock himself in his room and try to figure a few things out.]
[But eventually he did turn up at the cafe with a black jacket over his white collared shirt, replacing the usual green school uniform. Kakyoin took off his sunglasses as he walked in, looking around.]
Giov--ah, Giorno? Sorry, I'm a little later than I'd planned to be.
[...because god, he was exhausted too and just kind of wanted to lock himself in his room and try to figure a few things out.]
[But eventually he did turn up at the cafe with a black jacket over his white collared shirt, replacing the usual green school uniform. Kakyoin took off his sunglasses as he walked in, looking around.]
Giov--ah, Giorno? Sorry, I'm a little later than I'd planned to be.
Ten minutes.
[And he arrives in exactly that amount of time - he could have gone faster if he'd employed the trick Jotaro helped him figure out, but right now, after everything, he doesn't want to experiment with Gold Experience.]
[Besides, what's most important are two things: keeping his word, and, when he sees her, letting Gold Experience catch her up in its arms, hold her close and maybe a little bit too tight, so that even though Giorno's own expression and stance remain neutral, she knows the things he can't manage to say out loud.]
[And he arrives in exactly that amount of time - he could have gone faster if he'd employed the trick Jotaro helped him figure out, but right now, after everything, he doesn't want to experiment with Gold Experience.]
[Besides, what's most important are two things: keeping his word, and, when he sees her, letting Gold Experience catch her up in its arms, hold her close and maybe a little bit too tight, so that even though Giorno's own expression and stance remain neutral, she knows the things he can't manage to say out loud.]
[He was sitting at his customary table in the corner, drinking his customary cappuccino. It was his fourth of the day. Sleep hadn't come easily since Wonderland, and staying awake during the day was becoming a struggle.]
[Kakyoin got a smile the instant the door rung open, a fractionally raised eyebrow.]
It's no problem. Please, sit.
[And, because he couldn't quite resist--]
That's new.
[Kakyoin got a smile the instant the door rung open, a fractionally raised eyebrow.]
It's no problem. Please, sit.
[And, because he couldn't quite resist--]
That's new.
Jotaro gave it to me a while ago--I'm really not sure it suits me all that well.
[Laughing a little awkwardly, he walked over to take a seat.]
It does at least match the sunglasses, though.
[Laughing a little awkwardly, he walked over to take a seat.]
It does at least match the sunglasses, though.
[one can fault dio for literally everything except his confidence, honestly.]
I wouldn't mind a cup of black coffee, if that's okay.
[spoken like a true insomniac on his last nerves]
I wouldn't mind a cup of black coffee, if that's okay.
[spoken like a true insomniac on his last nerves]
[He flashes Kakyoin an "I see you and get you and definitely am in no place to judge you" kind of smile, then pushes his chair back and crosses over to step behind the counter. It's probably telling that in the time since he's arrived, he's somehow acquired permission to go literally anywhere in here that he wants to, whether or not someone else is supervising or not.]
[Confidence. Sometimes it's genetic.]
[It's only while he's pouring a (very large) cup of (very hot) black coffee that he realizes he never actually argued against the purpose of this visit - to make sure he's all right. That distracts him for long enough that he fills it almost too full and has to be cautious crossing back to the table, although his balance is naturally as good as a Victorian schoolgirl's.]
I told him to give something to you a while ago. I don't know if he ever did. Nothing as good as that, of course, but that's as it should be.
[Boyfriends are supposed to give the best presents.]
[Confidence. Sometimes it's genetic.]
[It's only while he's pouring a (very large) cup of (very hot) black coffee that he realizes he never actually argued against the purpose of this visit - to make sure he's all right. That distracts him for long enough that he fills it almost too full and has to be cautious crossing back to the table, although his balance is naturally as good as a Victorian schoolgirl's.]
I told him to give something to you a while ago. I don't know if he ever did. Nothing as good as that, of course, but that's as it should be.
[Boyfriends are supposed to give the best presents.]
This was a month or so ago--he realized he'd missed my birthday, I guess.
[For lack of anything else to do for the moment, he turned his sunglasses over in his hand a few times. It looked like Giorno was as much a tired mess as Kakyoin himself--for a second he wondered if they'd run into a similar manifestation.]
I can't think of anything else he's-... [Frowning, he paused for a second.] ...Wait, no. I woke up with a cup of chocolate pudding balanced on my head not that long ago.
[Said with a look of fucking really.]
[For lack of anything else to do for the moment, he turned his sunglasses over in his hand a few times. It looked like Giorno was as much a tired mess as Kakyoin himself--for a second he wondered if they'd run into a similar manifestation.]
I can't think of anything else he's-... [Frowning, he paused for a second.] ...Wait, no. I woke up with a cup of chocolate pudding balanced on my head not that long ago.
[Said with a look of fucking really.]
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