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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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Hi.

[OH MY GOD LOOK AT THIS CHAMPION HE IS SO GOOD AT CONVERSATION]

If you're busy, get back to me when you're not.

[jotaro you don't want to like. leave your name, or a good time to reach you, or a short summary of what this is about? somebody needs to learn phone etiquette.]

[nevertheless.]

I'm not busy. What can I do for you?

[teach him to express himself in emoji just do it]

Have you made any friends yet?

[There is a place he is going with this. Probably. We are evidently just taking the stupidest route possible to get there.]

[it's gonna happen man. IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME.]

[also this is a weird as fuck question, jotaro.]

You, I think.

[...oh. well, that...was unexpectedly really nice of him, um.]

Besides me.

[Okay. Here we go.]

I met someone from Napoli. If you ever get homesick or something, maybe I'll introduce you.

[Oh. He knows where this is going!]

Did you? What's his name?

I'll probably misspell it. Bruno something.

[Which is vague, but not too vague, and assuming he's right, probably all that Giorno's going to need.]

He seemed nice.

[Nailed it, Jotaro. Nailed it.]

Well, I don't know everyone from Napoli.

[Just almost everybody. And definitely Bruno something.]

Nice how?

Friendly. Seems like he cares a lot about his family.

I think he said he was some kind of local politician? He was pretty passionate about city beautification.

[There's a pause here, while Giorno looks up the conversation again - to refresh his memory, and also to lend credence to:]

Oh, he reminds me of someone I used to know.

Are you sure he's talking about city beautification, though?

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.

[:))))))))))]

[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.

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