digiorno | ic inbox ( ruby city ) Ⅰ

Cleaning up the community? That's what it sounded like.

Still, maybe you could find some common ground to talk about, if you ever got together.

It sounds like it. What a coincidence that he arrived so close to me.

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[All right, that should do it. Giorno's far from stupid, and given the general tenor of amusement in the underpinnings of the messages he's getting back, Bruno Buccellati probably checks out, too.

Which is good, because if for some reason he'd turned out to not be the kind of face Giorno wanted to see in and hailing from Napoli —

...

......

...Wait. That was a sort of...oddly adamant surge of inexplicable loyalty to just come out of left field like that, wasn't it.

...Hmmm.]

We should hang out sometime, too. Speaking of that.

[That's a nice thing to hear - especially since Giorno knows that Jotaro knows that Giorno isn't being completely honest with him. Nice, but not wholly unexpected. Jotaro is shockingly kind, for someone so loath to express himself.]

I'd like that. Something's come up that I'd like to talk to you about.

[Which is a sideways kind of promise.]

[Hmm. Now, the question of the moment is, does he mean something different from the current topic, or is this just an easy pretext to get off the pocketwatches...]

Is it urgent?

Not urgent! It's just a conversation better had in person, I think.

This isn't a trick to get me to come over so you can rope me into helping you move furniture, is it?

That depends. How many chairs can you lift in one hand?

As many as you can stack on top of each other.

Then I'll have to find more chairs.

How long will that take you? I'm not doing anything right now, so I can lift them whenever.

I can usually find things very quickly. Would an hour from now work for you?

[An hour is probably enough time to. Gear up for this.]

Sure. Same place as before?

Are you referring to the coffee shop or the middle of the street?

If you want to pile up chairs in the middle of the street I can't really stop you.

Maybe sometime if there's ever a revolution here. For now, sitting on chairs inside is probably better than making a barricade outside.

OK. I'll be there in an hour.

[alas, if his tutelage in emoji had already begun there would probably be a smiling or at least vaguely affirmative one punctuating that, too, but for now that is all there is.]

See you then.

[And he is, of course, there promptly, looking as though he never left the table, right down to the half-drunk cappuccino.]

[He's reasonably on time when he comes rolling in, hat brim pulled down low over his eyes and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat, and the good news is he seems...genuinely calmer today than he'd been previously, having made good use of the downtime to settle and begin sorting some things out, and obviously not getting blindsided by unexpected flashbacks to one terrible night in Cairo isn't hurting anything, either.

The empty chair that Kakyoin had occupied, though, does earn a glance that lingers just slightly too long, before he sits and settles himself back in with the same vague discomfort of not precisely fitting into the cafe's chair as before.]

I don't have to ask permission to sit or something, do I?

[He says, already seated.]

[It's good to see Jotaro calm. It really is. Not that it's Giorno's place to worry about him, necessarily, but - well, he's never been very good at keeping to his place, and Jotaro is already important to him for several reasons.]

[The probability that this conversation will make him upset again is . . . not zero, but Giorno gave himself a little bit of buffer time to work out how to make is as painless as possible.]

[Still, professionalism or no, he wrinkles his nose at the question.]

Don't be ridiculous. You're not my subordinate.

[Jotaro is - sort of sideways. Probably. He's still working it out.]

[He tips his head a little to the side, taking that in, and as he does he adds it silently to the repertoire of little things that he's gradually picking up from Giorno — not just that words are important, but distinctions are, too. Some of them, he suspects, can overlap, even if he doesn't know what the outcome is when they do. But he can tell that it's important, somehow, subtly so, to have a good grasp of where it is he stands with Giorno Giovanna, which of those distinctions are likely to be applied, and what they mean once they are.

"Family" is the one to watch for; talking with Giorno and Buccellati both has made it abundantly clear that it's a word they both put a lot of significance on. It's something, he suspects, that's earned and not simply discovered. But "friend", that one might be floating around nebulously to acquire someday, and "not my subordinate" strikes him as valuable too, in an equally vague and ambient way.

...Plus, the fact that he cracked enough to make a face is a little encouraging.]

You're right about that.

[Which probably didn't need to be said, but there it is.]

So. Something's come up?

[Part of what makes Jotaro an appealing person to talk to, as Giorno's already discovered in the very small space of time they've known each other, is that he pushes back. Giorno has, at least in the last few years, known himself to thrive best under pressure, with some resistance, not necessarily negative, but not universally positive, either. Yes-men have limited use, certainly, but they're not creative and they're certainly not interesting.]

[Jotaro is interesting. He's also creative, in an oblique way that Giorno is still investigating. And if he is family in one way or another - well, Giorno left his mother behind for a reason, but it wasn't because he thought the ties of blood meant nothing. Far from it. He felt a need to distance himself in order to make decisions on his own, to escape the cycling of his birth family.]

[He doesn't anticipate a need to escape Jotaro.]

I'm usually right, [he says quietly, with a small smile, and thinks about how important it is to be aware that when you watch people, they are very often watching you back.]

Yes. I wanted to let you know that he likes you.

[Which Bruno never actually said; but Giorno's an expert at reading between his particular lines.]

[And that's what makes Giorno an appealing person to talk to in exchange — that graceful way that he can say a lot without mincing any words, which is often a lot easier to absorb and consider than if he were the type to say the same thing in five times as many syllables. "He likes you" is concise, but says everything — yes, Buccellati is one of his; yes, his suspicions were correct; evidently, he'd left an impression; presumably, he'd been discussed or acknowledged between the two of them prior to this.

(It also makes it likely that Buccellati is a Stand user himself, and adds another few names to watch for when it comes to matters involving Giorno — if Buccellati was looking for them, then it stands to reason that they're members of the group, and that the unnamed "others" he was with quite possibly included Giorno himself, who he'd been protecting.

...Which makes it curious that he'd single out those two as safe to name, doesn't it.)

But he recognizes that he can't simply sit there thinking about it, as much as he'd like to, so before his own silence stretches on too long, he fills in with a slight nod and drags his hands out of his pockets.]

I know you like to know what gave it away, when it comes to things like that.

[He considers carefully for a moment.]

...You're a lot alike, right?

[Even Giorno can't quite hide how pleased he is at this assessment. He is strong on his own - has been for years - and while he did need Bruno once, he doesn't anymore. He's don now, after all, a title that travels with him no matter where he goes; there's a power in him that thrives with support, but doesn't require it. And yet.]

[His fingers curl around the edge of his cup, a slight joyful motion, and he nods - because Bruno is important, and he's been so focused on catching up that he hasn't had time to actually be happy that he's here. Alive, or something far more like it than anything Giorno could do on his own.]

We are. Although . . . some things are a little bit more like convergent evolution, and some things are all his.

[His values, his beliefs, his influence.]

I told you about perspective before, I think. Bruno provides good perspective.

I hope you understand why I didn't tell you right away. For his sake, mostly. [For his sake in a lot of different ways - because if Giorno was cautious before, he's paranoid now.]

I haven't told Kakyoin. Figured I'd get you to confirm the hunch first.

[For a number of reasons, arguably. One is, of course, because Giorno's word is worth something and to have him vouch for a person carries weight; another is not kindness, exactly, but an almost professional sort of courtesy — because the kind of relationships that Jotaro builds now are the ones that start on a solid foundation, and he's not eager to have this one in its fledgling stages come with the impression that he's the type to use something like an unsuspecting new arrival to his own advantage.

Giorno has had the chance to form his own impressions of Kakyoin; moreover, he'd seen them together. He assumes it'll carry some weight of its own, the admission that he went to Giorno with this first, even before Kakyoin.]

It's fine, though. I just wanted to make sure you knew, one way or another. That he was here now, too.

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