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i mean
it could be either
neither of us knew what the hell we were doing
how often do you wear it?
lipstick or whatever i mean not makeup in general
[It's not that he's so blind that he doesn't see when Giorno wears makeup-- but he's looking at it in a whole new light.]
it could be either
neither of us knew what the hell we were doing
how often do you wear it?
lipstick or whatever i mean not makeup in general
[It's not that he's so blind that he doesn't see when Giorno wears makeup-- but he's looking at it in a whole new light.]
mm i wear something most days
i don't usually wear foundation of anything like that because i don't need to
[#blessed #thanksaraki #statueofdavid #michelangelohmygod]
lips more often than eyes so. probably almost every day. i don't know i just wear it when i feel like wearing it?
i don't usually wear foundation of anything like that because i don't need to
[#blessed #thanksaraki #statueofdavid #michelangelohmygod]
lips more often than eyes so. probably almost every day. i don't know i just wear it when i feel like wearing it?
well now i have to look
i dont know i never really noticed but i dont usually
look
if that makes sense
its gotta be better than jotaro's though
i dont know i never really noticed but i dont usually
look
if that makes sense
its gotta be better than jotaro's though
you should show me sometime
later
if you want
since you actually know what youre doing
later
if you want
since you actually know what youre doing
i'm honor bound not to as your papa but watch yourself giorno
anyway your hand might not be as steady but you have way more know-how
it evens out
anyway your hand might not be as steady but you have way more know-how
it evens out
please dont put that idea in his head
how about tonight?
im out getting stuff but ill be home in like
an hour
how about tonight?
im out getting stuff but ill be home in like
an hour
[He finishes his errands-- which would take a lot less time if they just had money and he didn't have to do everyone a thousand favors just to get a bunch of nails, like, god, what is this, one of Kakyoin's video games?-- within an hour, as promised, and by then it's fairly late. Late enough that he takes care to be quiet as he deposits his stuff in his room and heads down to Giorno's.
It's become familiar, this routine. Not something he does every night-- but often enough that knocking and waiting at Giorno's door doesn't feel too different than doing it at Jotaro and Kakyoin's.
Which is good. Because it would be a lie to say he was entirely without apprehension; that he hadn't considered backing out with some excuse about exhaustion. But-- it's like with Jotaro. There's not going to be mockery; it's not as if Giorno's going to open the door and laugh in his face. And who knows? Maybe he'll just watch Giorno do it to himself, or let him talk about it. Nothing's set in stone.]
It's become familiar, this routine. Not something he does every night-- but often enough that knocking and waiting at Giorno's door doesn't feel too different than doing it at Jotaro and Kakyoin's.
Which is good. Because it would be a lie to say he was entirely without apprehension; that he hadn't considered backing out with some excuse about exhaustion. But-- it's like with Jotaro. There's not going to be mockery; it's not as if Giorno's going to open the door and laugh in his face. And who knows? Maybe he'll just watch Giorno do it to himself, or let him talk about it. Nothing's set in stone.]
[Giorno has deliberately distracted himself during that hour. Not because he's anxious but because he knows Polnareff is. The less worked up he is, the less Polnareff will be; he knows that, at least in theory.]
[So when he opens the door, it's with a bright smile. He's not dressed for bed, but he's dressed down all the same (for him anyway, a t-shirt and ridiculously nice jeans, which is as dressed down as he gets).]
Buona sera, Papa. Do you want a snack?
[So when he opens the door, it's with a bright smile. He's not dressed for bed, but he's dressed down all the same (for him anyway, a t-shirt and ridiculously nice jeans, which is as dressed down as he gets).]
Buona sera, Papa. Do you want a snack?
[Despite himself, his mouth twitches into a smile.]
Nah.
[He slips in, closing the door behind him. And being subtle or teasing around something has never been his style, so:]
So how does it start? When you know what you're doing, I mean.
Nah.
[He slips in, closing the door behind him. And being subtle or teasing around something has never been his style, so:]
So how does it start? When you know what you're doing, I mean.
[Good grief, Giorno.]
Well-- I don't know. In general, I guess? What's the difference?
[And he sits on the floor, settling in, legs crossed under him. This is a comfortable position; this is a position that says he's ready to stay here for at least another half-hour.]
Well-- I don't know. In general, I guess? What's the difference?
[And he sits on the floor, settling in, legs crossed under him. This is a comfortable position; this is a position that says he's ready to stay here for at least another half-hour.]
Umm, well then . . .
[He bounces back a couple more steps and hauls a case down off his dresser. As far as being reassuring about masculinity goes, it's not shit, but on the plus side, it's got lots of drawers, okay. He sits down cross-legged across from Polnareff and rests his elbow on the case, chin in his hand.]
Usually I think people start with eyes. Foundation or eyes. But I sort of start where I feel like it. Whatever's going to be what I focus on most on any given day, that's what I start with, the rest is just details.
[He bounces back a couple more steps and hauls a case down off his dresser. As far as being reassuring about masculinity goes, it's not shit, but on the plus side, it's got lots of drawers, okay. He sits down cross-legged across from Polnareff and rests his elbow on the case, chin in his hand.]
Usually I think people start with eyes. Foundation or eyes. But I sort of start where I feel like it. Whatever's going to be what I focus on most on any given day, that's what I start with, the rest is just details.
Huh.
[He says it like he has any idea of what that means. He knows you can be dramatic with lips or eyes or whatever, and he's not stupid, he knows what focus means, but-- he has no idea what it means to focus on one area and let the rest be tame. But! That's what he's here to learn, or at least witness, so he nods encouragingly, like: go on.]
[He says it like he has any idea of what that means. He knows you can be dramatic with lips or eyes or whatever, and he's not stupid, he knows what focus means, but-- he has no idea what it means to focus on one area and let the rest be tame. But! That's what he's here to learn, or at least witness, so he nods encouragingly, like: go on.]
Eyes. Er-- eyeliner.
[He mirrors a line over the top of his eyelid, in case Giorno suddenly doesn't know what eyeliner is.]
And lipstick. Well-- he tried the lipstick, and I did a little, but I didn't like it, so mostly just him.
[He mirrors a line over the top of his eyelid, in case Giorno suddenly doesn't know what eyeliner is.]
And lipstick. Well-- he tried the lipstick, and I did a little, but I didn't like it, so mostly just him.
[Good question. He hesitates-- and then:]
You first.
[And maybe, possibly, him later.]
You first.
[And maybe, possibly, him later.]
All right.
[Fair enough. He's honestly not anticipating Polnareff later — wasn't to start with — so he pulls out a wipe to remove what he has on. It's not much, a little mascara and a tiny amount of eyeliner, so it's gone in a few seconds, and then he goes digging for the next thing he wants. It turns out to be a tube of something. Then two. He tosses them at Polnareff.]
Don't panic, I wouldn't put these on you. But pick one.
[Fair enough. He's honestly not anticipating Polnareff later — wasn't to start with — so he pulls out a wipe to remove what he has on. It's not much, a little mascara and a tiny amount of eyeliner, so it's gone in a few seconds, and then he goes digging for the next thing he wants. It turns out to be a tube of something. Then two. He tosses them at Polnareff.]
Don't panic, I wouldn't put these on you. But pick one.
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