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[digiorno]

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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Comments

[punchboth]

[Waving his towel with an exaggerated frown, look, he is not the brains here.]

You get my point, dude. I can cook instant shit and boil some stuff and that's it.

[digiorno]

No, I do get your point.

[He pauses for a moment, digs around in a drawer to find the right size knife.]

I taught myself. I burned a lot of food in the process.

[punchboth]

You got time for that? Lucky.

[Time and also Italy, where everything is certifiably delicious. He's kind of jealous.]

[digiorno]

I'm good at time management, that's all.

. . . Oh. There are snacks in the cabinet if you want? Since you're starving.

[punchboth]

That makes one of us... [he says, as he already starts to gravitate toward the cabinet. But then he pauses, looking at it very seriously.]

I can't do it. Not with chicken at stake.

[digiorno]

[Okuyasu . . .]

You could just have a small snack. It won't ruin your appetite.

[punchboth]

That's not the point! It's all about this food, y'know, not snacks.

[He's paraphrasing the importance of well-made food, but it stands.]

[digiorno]

Oh. So it's like a religious experience.

[Weird, but sure.]

[punchboth]

Uh. What? Do you ever actually eat good food?

[Can he trust a man who thinks food is jesus.]

[digiorno]

Yes? I'm Italian.

[Oku don't lose faith just because Gio is weird as fuck.]

[punchboth]

[Okay but being weird as fuck is sort of a thing... that one notices...]

I'm still not gonna pray to your chicken or anything.

[digiorno]

. . . Good. I might have to kick you out if you did.

[STIRS PASTA WHILE STARING AT OKU DISBELIEVINGLY]

[punchboth]

[HOLDING UP HIS HANDS LIKE DUDE??]

Hey man, only one of us brought up religious experiences and it wasn't me.

sure did lose this notif wtf SORRY

[digiorno]

You implied it.

[Not . . . really.]

i forgive bc of that icon

[punchboth]

[.... Giorno.]

Dude are you like, huffing some weird chicken fumes over there or what? I'm starting to get concerned.

[digiorno]

[MAYBE??]

Hallucinations are a common hazard of cooking.

[punchboth]

[Giorno this is too much]

Man, quit it, I kinda believe you.

[digiorno]

[smiles!!]

There are no hallucinogens in your chicken. I promise.

[punchboth]

[hmmm... HMMM]

I never want to get high as fuck from a chicken.

[digiorno]

You shouldn't get high as fuck from anything.

[Drugs Are Bad, kids.]

[punchboth]

[ah he almost laughs... Giorno you're like 12]

Aw, c'mon, do I look like the type? You think I'm sneaking off to smoke in the bathroom or whatever? I got some standards.

[digiorno]

Appearances are occasionally deceiving.

[Like for example, he's not twelve, and also owns Italy. Yanno. And whoop goes the pasta into the strainer. It's starting to smell a lot like dinnertime.]

[punchboth]

[Food.... nice.....]

... So you're saying I do look like I get high, or what?

[digiorno]

You look about my age, so you might.

[punchboth]

Dude, how many people do you know who do?

[does alien italy have a totally backwards drug culture compared to japan??? it must??]