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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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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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It's not my business whether you pretend one thing or another, in this case. She's my friend and she needed me, so I was there, in the same way I'd be there for you if you needed me.
It was just disappointing, that's all. But maybe you don't understand. Maybe you can't. I really don't know, Jotaro, honestly.
It was just disappointing, that's all. But maybe you don't understand. Maybe you can't. I really don't know, Jotaro, honestly.
Okay.
It was when we were in the library and she wanted me to look up words for her. She got what she wanted and started to leave, and I told her to come back because she hadn't talked to me about anything but you. So then I found out she can pack a bag to last her a month.
I don't know how to phrase this to make it come out right. But when she doesn't do shit that pisses me off, it feels like we get somewhere.
It was when we were in the library and she wanted me to look up words for her. She got what she wanted and started to leave, and I told her to come back because she hadn't talked to me about anything but you. So then I found out she can pack a bag to last her a month.
I don't know how to phrase this to make it come out right. But when she doesn't do shit that pisses me off, it feels like we get somewhere.
That's generally how positive interactions work.
[No, dude, that isn't helpful. Okay.]
It's because she's lonely. She expects that she has to behave in certain ways to keep from being lonely. I'm not saying it's right. All I'm saying is that she does it because she doesn't know any other way to do it. She doesn't have that instinct.
[No, dude, that isn't helpful. Okay.]
It's because she's lonely. She expects that she has to behave in certain ways to keep from being lonely. I'm not saying it's right. All I'm saying is that she does it because she doesn't know any other way to do it. She doesn't have that instinct.
I don't know what she wants from me.
...No, I mean. I know what she wants, she wants to figure out how to be my friend. I get that. I just can't figure out what she thinks that's going to be founded on.
She doesn't know any other way to do it. So you're saying she keeps doing the same thing over and over, figuring that maybe one time something will be different?
...No, I mean. I know what she wants, she wants to figure out how to be my friend. I get that. I just can't figure out what she thinks that's going to be founded on.
She doesn't know any other way to do it. So you're saying she keeps doing the same thing over and over, figuring that maybe one time something will be different?
The difference between her and you is that I know who you are and what you believe in. Even when Polnareff was annoying and pissed me off, I at least knew that much about him.
With her it's just this person who claims to want something really bad and then does all the wrong things toward getting it.
With her it's just this person who claims to want something really bad and then does all the wrong things toward getting it.
[And this is how it goes. This is how they fight, or maybe play, testing each other's limits until they know exactly how to keep going without giving any ground. There's really no combating Time Stop, but there's no combating Reset, either - two undefeatable techniques, two great minds, battling in the sand like children on the playground.]
[Jotaro had a normal childhood once, more or less; Giorno never did. But it's been a long time for both of them since they had the opportunity to do something just because they could, to match up against someone who was their equal but didn't want to hurt them.]
[So they're not hurting, but they are exhausted quickly, because both powers are relatively untested for roughly the same reason: they're frightening, dangerous, too much, a reminder of awful things. And it's not long before Giorno's breathing a little heavy, his expression focused but obviously tired, Gold Experience retreating across the sand to stand just in front of him.]
. . . Jotaro.
[He wonders if he'll have to say the rest.]
[Jotaro had a normal childhood once, more or less; Giorno never did. But it's been a long time for both of them since they had the opportunity to do something just because they could, to match up against someone who was their equal but didn't want to hurt them.]
[So they're not hurting, but they are exhausted quickly, because both powers are relatively untested for roughly the same reason: they're frightening, dangerous, too much, a reminder of awful things. And it's not long before Giorno's breathing a little heavy, his expression focused but obviously tired, Gold Experience retreating across the sand to stand just in front of him.]
. . . Jotaro.
[He wonders if he'll have to say the rest.]
[He won't.
Even now, with Star Platinum still faithfully at his side, Jotaro can feel himself hovering on the verge of a significant crossroads. Through and through, he knows he's not done yet. He can't possibly be, because he's still standing, and his body is aching and his breath is coming short and shallow but it's still holding him up, and his heart is still beating. He's never used Time Stop this much before, in a single sitting or even as a cumulative sum; in one night he's pushed himself farther and farther than he's ever gone with it, farther than Cairo, farther than mistakes, farther than Kakyoin's fear of it.
He wonders if the universe itself is growing weary of it, these two god-children that they are, stopping and starting the flow of time itself like siblings fighting over a remote control.
He's not done yet; he's still standing, he still has a few more left in him, but the strength that's keeping him up is artificial and as fleeting as the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and as soon as that wears off, well. Once he would've said that's just a sign he'll have to finish his fight before it does.
Except —
Except that all of a sudden he can see the difference between done and able, and what he's been thinking was the former has actually been the latter, because there's more to being finished than fighting to incapacity.]
...Yeah.
[He reaches up with an arm whose muscles feel heavy from use, finding the brim of his hat to tug it slightly down.]
You're about to say, "We've still got to walk back to the city after this"...right?
[Maybe he's not; it's not as though he can make that sort of infallible prediction, unlike some people. But it's a pretty good guess, anyway.]
Even now, with Star Platinum still faithfully at his side, Jotaro can feel himself hovering on the verge of a significant crossroads. Through and through, he knows he's not done yet. He can't possibly be, because he's still standing, and his body is aching and his breath is coming short and shallow but it's still holding him up, and his heart is still beating. He's never used Time Stop this much before, in a single sitting or even as a cumulative sum; in one night he's pushed himself farther and farther than he's ever gone with it, farther than Cairo, farther than mistakes, farther than Kakyoin's fear of it.
He wonders if the universe itself is growing weary of it, these two god-children that they are, stopping and starting the flow of time itself like siblings fighting over a remote control.
He's not done yet; he's still standing, he still has a few more left in him, but the strength that's keeping him up is artificial and as fleeting as the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and as soon as that wears off, well. Once he would've said that's just a sign he'll have to finish his fight before it does.
Except —
Except that all of a sudden he can see the difference between done and able, and what he's been thinking was the former has actually been the latter, because there's more to being finished than fighting to incapacity.]
...Yeah.
[He reaches up with an arm whose muscles feel heavy from use, finding the brim of his hat to tug it slightly down.]
You're about to say, "We've still got to walk back to the city after this"...right?
[Maybe he's not; it's not as though he can make that sort of infallible prediction, unlike some people. But it's a pretty good guess, anyway.]
. . . Oh.
[He smiles. Smirks, maybe.]
Am I?
[He was going to. Now, in a fit of obstinacy, he doesn't want to. But it comes all the same.]
We've still got to walk back to the city after this, Jotaro.
[But that isn't all. He's tempted to cross his arms over his chest, but they're too weary to lift that far, so . . . he just tucks them into his pockets, a gentler mimic of Jotaro. Behind him, Gold Experience pads backward through the sand to fetch the cloth bag.]
Can I come over there?
[He smiles. Smirks, maybe.]
Am I?
[He was going to. Now, in a fit of obstinacy, he doesn't want to. But it comes all the same.]
We've still got to walk back to the city after this, Jotaro.
[But that isn't all. He's tempted to cross his arms over his chest, but they're too weary to lift that far, so . . . he just tucks them into his pockets, a gentler mimic of Jotaro. Behind him, Gold Experience pads backward through the sand to fetch the cloth bag.]
Can I come over there?
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