[...That's his baby. Otter, granted, but still his baby. It's his. It's going to be his, it's a tiny life that suddenly exists now and didn't exist before and it's his, Giorno's holding it and it's making little toy-like squeaking noises into the still night air and he's so fucking exhausted but somehow unbearably alive all at once.
It's — ah, no, she's, oh god it's a little girl — she's —
He's staring, now, openly and unmindfully, in an eerily identical way to the manner in which Star was staring at the betta just a minute before; it's gawking, almost, except that there's less foolish astonishment and more just quiet wonder. He can't seem to unstick himself from that one vastly significant point of note, the same one they'd discussed over starfish on this very beach weeks ago — that it isn't just towel to otter that's happened here, it's unfathomable power put to use in the gentlest, kindest way. It's the power he'd been fighting tooth and nail when he'd stopped his own heart, and now that same power has...started another one. A new one. A tiny, fuzzy one.
She didn't exist a minute ago, her tiny fragile life, and suddenly she does.
(Her baby paws end in tiny velvety toebeans. She's a mountain of fluff — she doesn't know how to swim yet. She...she...)
Holy shit.]
...She's a girl.
[SOUND MORE LIKE EXPECTANT FATHERS IN A DELIVERY ROOM, WHY DON'T YOU.]
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It's — ah, no, she's, oh god it's a little girl — she's —
He's staring, now, openly and unmindfully, in an eerily identical way to the manner in which Star was staring at the betta just a minute before; it's gawking, almost, except that there's less foolish astonishment and more just quiet wonder. He can't seem to unstick himself from that one vastly significant point of note, the same one they'd discussed over starfish on this very beach weeks ago — that it isn't just towel to otter that's happened here, it's unfathomable power put to use in the gentlest, kindest way. It's the power he'd been fighting tooth and nail when he'd stopped his own heart, and now that same power has...started another one. A new one. A tiny, fuzzy one.
She didn't exist a minute ago, her tiny fragile life, and suddenly she does.
(Her baby paws end in tiny velvety toebeans. She's a mountain of fluff — she doesn't know how to swim yet. She...she...)
Holy shit.]
...She's a girl.
[SOUND MORE LIKE EXPECTANT FATHERS IN A DELIVERY ROOM, WHY DON'T YOU.]