[He murmurs that quietly enough. He can understand the logic in Giorno's words, but applying it to his own emotions is another thing entirely. It still feels weird, weird weird weird-- but he loves Giorno, so he lets the concept settle in his mind, his mouth twitching as he tries to understand.
It's difficult. It's really difficult, which makes him think maybe he's missing something. Because-- okay, yeah, again, he can follow that logic easily enough. Giorno bought it, and Giorno is a guy, so by association anything he wears is, in fact, something a guy would wear, no matter if it's lacy or frilly or whatever. And clearly he likes it, which-- good for him, okay, the kid deserves whatever makes him happy. But--
There are things you do and things you don't do, as a man. Presumably it's the same for women. There's things you wear and say and buy and do, and you follow that invisible code all your life, because if you don't, you're an outsider. And to a certain extent, you can break that code-- you can be too noisy or too nosy or too overwhelming-- but not too much, because then you weren't normal. You weren't Normal, you were someone strange and maybe wrong.
But . . . it's Giorno. And while Polnareff honestly could have lived without ever seeing any of his friends in any kind of lingerie-- well, if this is what makes Giorno happy, Polnareff is going to come in and make him feel bad about it.]
I don't get it.
[But that's not an argument, just a statement. He doesn't get it, but that doesn't mean he necessarily disapproves anymore.]
And maybe you can explain it to me more. It's still . . . I don't understand. But I mean--
[He wrinkles his nose. You can keep wearing it makes it sound like Giorno was waiting for Polnareff's permission, which is both incorrect and incredibly arrogant, and that's not what he means.]
I'm not going to make a big deal out of it, if you-- you know-- wear shit like that in front of me. It just took me by surprise.
[Summer is coming, after all. There were likely be skirts.]
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[He murmurs that quietly enough. He can understand the logic in Giorno's words, but applying it to his own emotions is another thing entirely. It still feels weird, weird weird weird-- but he loves Giorno, so he lets the concept settle in his mind, his mouth twitching as he tries to understand.
It's difficult. It's really difficult, which makes him think maybe he's missing something. Because-- okay, yeah, again, he can follow that logic easily enough. Giorno bought it, and Giorno is a guy, so by association anything he wears is, in fact, something a guy would wear, no matter if it's lacy or frilly or whatever. And clearly he likes it, which-- good for him, okay, the kid deserves whatever makes him happy. But--
There are things you do and things you don't do, as a man. Presumably it's the same for women. There's things you wear and say and buy and do, and you follow that invisible code all your life, because if you don't, you're an outsider. And to a certain extent, you can break that code-- you can be too noisy or too nosy or too overwhelming-- but not too much, because then you weren't normal. You weren't Normal, you were someone strange and maybe wrong.
But . . . it's Giorno. And while Polnareff honestly could have lived without ever seeing any of his friends in any kind of lingerie-- well, if this is what makes Giorno happy, Polnareff is going to come in and make him feel bad about it.]
I don't get it.
[But that's not an argument, just a statement. He doesn't get it, but that doesn't mean he necessarily disapproves anymore.]
And maybe you can explain it to me more. It's still . . . I don't understand. But I mean--
[He wrinkles his nose. You can keep wearing it makes it sound like Giorno was waiting for Polnareff's permission, which is both incorrect and incredibly arrogant, and that's not what he means.]
I'm not going to make a big deal out of it, if you-- you know-- wear shit like that in front of me. It just took me by surprise.
[Summer is coming, after all. There were likely be skirts.]