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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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[sunsetsitter]

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They, uh. They succeeded because you're pretty great?

[she tried]

[digiorno]

[He's just wheeze-laughing a little right now.]

That's very kind of you to say.

[sunsetsitter]

Okay, what the hell, though?

[SHE TRIED]

[digiorno]

I'm not sure what about this is confusing to you . . .

[it all makes So Much Sense]

[sunsetsitter]

Giorno. Giorno, buddy, you're killing me. You're killing a ghost. Giorno.

[she is suffering]

[digiorno]

All right, all right. Umm.

So - one of Jotaro's ancestors [who shall remain nameless] had an adopted brother, who, through a convoluted series of events [which shall not be told here] [unless she badgers him about it], became immortal. He took said ancestor's body and [ehhhhn] merged with it [EHHHHHN] and . . . me, then, about a hundred years later.

[Man is he ever leaving a lot out, but there it is, ish.]

[sunsetsitter]

[sunsetsitter]

Yeah, I got nothin'.

[digiorno]

I know. There's a reason I don't lead with it.

[sunsetsitter]

[Man, how did they even get here... Oh, right.]

So you were covered in girls, huh?

[digiorno]

[Oh, right.]

A lot of the time. I don't really understand why.

[Other than, you know, genetics.]

[sunsetsitter]

Because you're a good, attractive guy and fun to be around, you dweeb.

[This isn't hard, Giorno.]

[digiorno]

Oh, no, that's not what I mean.

[Like he knows he's cute as fuck, okay.]

I just obviously wasn't focused on that at the time, that's all. I tried to explain, but it just got so repetitive.

[sunsetsitter]

[god what an asshole

she loves him]

Wow, life must be so hard when girls are lining up to be with you. All the rest of us are so fortunate to not have to deal with such things.

[But yeah, okay, she can see what he means.]

[digiorno]

[He laughs, although it's not at her, just . . . the whole thing, really, it's ridiculous.]

I'll make you the same promise I made Mista if you want.

[sunsetsitter]

Oh yeah? And what promise is that?

[digiorno]

That if a girl comes to me for help, I'll send her your way instead.

[sunsetsitter]

[Ah.]

Pass. I'm off the market, and if I'm Mista's dating prospects, he'll need the help.

[digiorno]

Mm. That's very generous of you.

Do you think he thinks you're actually dating? Sometimes I can't tell with him.

[sunsetsitter]

What can I say? I'm a benevolent spirit.

[har har]

Man, I have no idea. Normally I'd think he couldn't possibly, especially after that whole 'I wanna touch your sex pistols' thing, but if you're not sure, I've got no chance at knowing.

[digiorno]

He's inscrutable. I feel like I've known him forever and I still don't know if he has the best or worst poker face in the world.

[Mista is the best.]

Oh, well. If he gets his hopes up you'll just have to crush them gently.

[sunsetsitter]

[He really is...]

I'll make sure to try. [Will she? We'll have to find out another day.] Hey, it'll be fun, though! He's great, and it's been forever since I've done shit like that. Should be a good time.

[digiorno]

I'm really glad you like him, you know. And Bruno and Abbacchio and everyone, but I never know what to do when people don't like Mista.

[sunsetsitter]

What kind of barbarian wouldn't like Mista?

[digiorno]

I know. It would just be wrong.