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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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[Although...]
I think...I don't know if I'm going to tell him with the fish. I might try to come up with something more...
[He pauses, staring quietly up at the sky for a minute, as Star shifts and mirrors the action with wider-eyed fascination emblazoned across his face.]
...Words. But I want him to have the fish.
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[The low amusement in his tone is overlaid, once again, with affection. It's hard to talk to him at all without that being present. His life was so empty for so long, and now it's so full . . . he doesn't know how to be this whole of a person. But he's trying.]
[So he lays one hand on Jotaro's shoulder, and hopes the touch translates to Star, while the other hand paws open the cloth bag next to him and pulls out the two things - the green button and the washcloth. He sets them between his legs in the sand and flexes his toes, then pulls a hair tie out of his pocket and hands it back to Gold Experience.]
It's a beautiful thing you're doing, you know. It's a very you kind of thing to do.
[Which really means roughly the same thing in this case.]
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[This makes sense. The motioning of his hand elaborates on all the sense it makes.
Star does, in fact, glance up when contact is made, even though it's not contact to himself directly, and the look on his face is curious, open and eager, but a touch tentative. The lines between battle and a lack of it are still something unpracticed in their nuances for him, but he learns from the experience and the observation, and he's watching intently now.
Giorno, Jotaro muses silently, is like Star — and he wonders, vaguely, if it's somehow that way for him in return, because Star is petrifying when he's cut loose, wild and uncontrolled and violent and thirsty for battle, but never once for single instant does he honestly believe that Giorno means him harm, any more than Star does.
And there's a distinction there. Meaning someone harm isn't the same as hurting them. One can happen by mistake; the other necessitates intent.
The moment he thinks of that is also the moment when Star finally smiles, bright and winning, and beams it in Giorno's direction.]
...You're going to do it out of a button?
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[But Star smiles at him and he feels warm and pleased, like he's really earned something wonderful, and it takes him a while to register that Jotaro is talking to him again. That's how happy he is, to have made that happen, however it happened.]
[He raises one hand in a little wave, squeezes Jotaro's shoulder with the other. Then:]
I thought it was appropriate. Since he's beautiful and dangerous, but he holds things together, too. More than he thinks he does.
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[And it's clear that he's thinking back to a different day when they were together on this same beach, one filled with discussions of starfish and leviathans and, strangely enough, the meaning of life.
And here they both are, on the other side of time and space and death. That's really something, isn't it.]
...I like that. Putting that kind of thought, into the times you use that kind of power.
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[He's quiet for a moment, just thinking about that. Maybe a few months ago he would have said yes, always, but - sometimes there isn't time. Sometimes tactics have to take precedence. Sometimes he doesn't have the opportunity to make things as beautiful as they should be.]
[But sometimes, like now, he has the opportunity to lace his life with meaning, with purpose. He wants things to be a little bit like a story, sometimes. He wants the world to reflect his dream.]
I think it would be careless, anyway, to just . . . make it out of any old thing. Since you thought about it so much. And for Kakyoin especially - I want him to know that he's worth putting that kind of thought and attention into.
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[He hums softly, then at last shifts and gets an elbow underneath him to lever himself up a little, rolling to find a better angle to watch Giorno properly.]
...I think he needs to hear things like that.
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[Just one glance is all that's needed to communicate his confusion. He turns the button over and over between his fingers, frowning slightly.]
Of course I'll do that, but I don't - why should it come from me?
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[He breathes in slowly, running a hand across his face.]
I just want him to get it. I want him to hear it from people he can't deny, too.
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[But it isn't really castigating or judgmental. Certainly not doubting. A little sad, maybe.]
[It really is different. Mista takes his word as gospel, in some ways; if he says something kind, Mista believes it, because of the way in which he's capable of trusting. Of giving his whole heart, without hesitation or doubt. Kakyoin thinks there's a debt to be paid.]
[They'll both have to be made to see it, somehow.]
I understand. I'll tell him, then. Exactly what I told you.
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[A sentiment that Star echoes with an ora of his own.]
...Thanks for keeping me on the right track, too.
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Thank you for doing the same for me. And if we keep thanking each other like this, we'll be here all night.
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[...]
It's gonna need a big tank, the betta. I put in space for it at the house.
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If I make it here, where will you put it? [Protect the Kakyoinfish 2k15.]
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[Although this is a good question, the issue of the fish locale.]
...I might have a thermos in my bag. Or we might have to wait until we're back, it's not like I could really haul a tank out here or anything.
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[Deep and serious concerns about fish. Always. The mafia life.]
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[These people saved the world.]
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[He's a little excited to, even as tired as he is, turning the button over between his fingers thoughtfully. There's still the matter of the washcloth, too. He's sort of wondering if Jotaro's going to bring it up or not. Not that it'll make a difference in the end, he's pretty sure.]
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[So he dispatches Star with a thought to go fetch the bag and the thermos, and gradually the very thought registers, and gets voiced at length.]
...You going to dry your hands when you're done?
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[A quick glance up, a soft smile. Good.]
Mm-mm. This is for the other thing I promised you.
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...!!!
And wouldn't you know it, that recognition hits at the precise moment when Star returns, which also means it's all over because all of the surprise and eager astonishment that washes over Jotaro ends up magnified threefold in Star Platinum, whose face has just taken on the expression of a child who's been told his parents are taking him to Disneyworld AND LETTING HIM STAY THERE FOREVER.]
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[SORRY THERE IS NO WAY HE CAN KEEP HIMSELF FROM LAUGHING AT THAT. STAR IS SO HAPPY, THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING THAT'S EVER BEEN.]
Are you - going to be okay?
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[And then it hits him, and he actually turns and looks, and just.]
Stop that.
[Which...seems to be directed at Star, of all things, and goes blissfully unnoticed despite its stubborn exasperation because Star Platinum, professional labrador, is already making a beeline for Giorno to huddle down and watch him work and wait in silent demand for otter otter otter.]
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[Ahhhh, hi Star. Giorno reaches up and ruffles his hair, because look at this perfect purple punchlab, and then sets to work. Fish first, otter in a bit.]
[Gold Experience shifts out onto the sand next to him, takes the button in hand. It's the work of just a few seconds to make a small and perfect betta fish, green and red, which he holds out to slip into the thermos.]
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Which Star proceeds to do, watching through almost comically wide eyes as the button in the hands of the Stand he'd so recently been hurling punches at gradually shifts and shapes into a fish that goes plunk into the water and begins to swim around in tight exploratory circles.
But it's pure Star Platinum, whatever that bit of him that is unique to himself without quite being Jotaro exactly, that leads him to point uncertainly at the fish and cast Giorno an uncertain look, echoing a soft ora? that seems to express a sentiment of what is the purpose of this, as valued on a scale of do we eat it or punch it.]
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