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[Ten PM, and Polnareff knocks on Giorno's door.
He could have told him during their conversation about sewing, but that had been in public. And while Polnareff is desperately, wonderfully happy about this, it's not something he's ready to simply say where anyone can see it. It's not that he minds people knowing; the whole city can know, but . . .
Anyway. He just wants to say this in person.
He'd technically told Giorno this before. The fact had slipped out in his desperate babble towards Giorno while he was affected by the Strangers. But Giorno had been so out of it, and Polnareff isn't surprised he doesn't remember.]
He could have told him during their conversation about sewing, but that had been in public. And while Polnareff is desperately, wonderfully happy about this, it's not something he's ready to simply say where anyone can see it. It's not that he minds people knowing; the whole city can know, but . . .
Anyway. He just wants to say this in person.
He'd technically told Giorno this before. The fact had slipped out in his desperate babble towards Giorno while he was affected by the Strangers. But Giorno had been so out of it, and Polnareff isn't surprised he doesn't remember.]
[He's starting to recognize Polnareff's knock. It's sort of nice. He likes that feeling: knowing that when he hears those footsteps and hears that knock, he's not only safe, but going to have a conversation that makes him feel better, even if he's already feeling good. It's strange, but nice.]
[Lately, especially. He's starting to feel more like himself these past few days, but Polnareff's constant presence has helped more than he knows how to express. That security is different than what he's had before, not in sincerity but in timbre. His Polnareff, his papa. There is something to him so like Jonathan, and yet . . .]
[Looking at Polnareff doesn't make him feel guilty. It ought to, but it doesn't. And so when he opens the door and sees him standing there, he feels warm and safe, and he smiles.]
Buonasera, Papa. Are you bored?
[Lately, especially. He's starting to feel more like himself these past few days, but Polnareff's constant presence has helped more than he knows how to express. That security is different than what he's had before, not in sincerity but in timbre. His Polnareff, his papa. There is something to him so like Jonathan, and yet . . .]
[Looking at Polnareff doesn't make him feel guilty. It ought to, but it doesn't. And so when he opens the door and sees him standing there, he feels warm and safe, and he smiles.]
Buonasera, Papa. Are you bored?
I gotta be bored to visit you? Maybe I just like seeing my son, hm?
[Coming into Giorno's room feels as natural as sliding his way into Jotaro's. He belongs there. Polnareff sits on the floor, back resting against his usual spot on the wall, a little smile on his face. Soft tonight, because he thinks that's still what Giorno needs.]
Though I do have something I want to tell you. Come sit?
[Coming into Giorno's room feels as natural as sliding his way into Jotaro's. He belongs there. Polnareff sits on the floor, back resting against his usual spot on the wall, a little smile on his face. Soft tonight, because he thinks that's still what Giorno needs.]
Though I do have something I want to tell you. Come sit?
[Oh. Something new? He glances at Polnareff for a moment before closing the door and nodding. He's got the feeling that Polnareff is still coddling him a little, but it's not bad. It's not patronizing, and even if it was he doesn't think he'd mind it, not from him.]
[It's habit to curl up on the floor, tucked up against Polnareff's side this time.]
Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
[It's habit to curl up on the floor, tucked up against Polnareff's side this time.]
Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
Good thing. Very good thing.
[He shifts: his arm lifts and wraps around Giorno's shoulders, his fingers curling lightly in his hair. Polnareff waits until his son is firmly settled at his side before speaking again. He's milking it a little, maybe, drawing it out, but he's excited.]
Bruno got a boyfriend.
[He shifts: his arm lifts and wraps around Giorno's shoulders, his fingers curling lightly in his hair. Polnareff waits until his son is firmly settled at his side before speaking again. He's milking it a little, maybe, drawing it out, but he's excited.]
Bruno got a boyfriend.
He's very handsome. Fit guy. Lots of muscles, terribly brave, wonderful kisser . . .
[He's biting back a grin. He can sense that excitement building; it's just a matter of waiting for it to burst.]
[He's biting back a grin. He can sense that excitement building; it's just a matter of waiting for it to burst.]
giorno giorno girono giorno giorno
guess what
youll neevr guess so ill just tell you
your weird friend
the guy with pudding for name???
guess what
he definitely likes me (▼▽▼★)ノ
guess what
youll neevr guess so ill just tell you
your weird friend
the guy with pudding for name???
guess what
he definitely likes me (▼▽▼★)ノ
hey cmon dont say it like THAT
im a pretty likable guy
but yes he definitely does
dont ask him cause hell just deny it
(he's just like caesar like that)
he does though no matter what he might say
im a pretty likable guy
but yes he definitely does
dont ask him cause hell just deny it
(he's just like caesar like that)
he does though no matter what he might say
he was being sarcastic but he was obviously irritated that i didnt get the nickname he gave me
and he wouldnt get irritated about that
unless
HE LIKES ME
hes little bit uptight but i think hes a good kid
im glad were good friends now
and he wouldnt get irritated about that
unless
HE LIKES ME
hes little bit uptight but i think hes a good kid
im glad were good friends now
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