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[Once again, he's in his room, and you know what, Giorno is probably awake, it's like one AM, BUT. Just in case he isn't, Polnareff sends a text. Because he's considerate.
(That's totally the reason he's doing this. Not out of laziness at all).]
YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THE VASE
(That's totally the reason he's doing this. Not out of laziness at all).]
YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THE VASE
Buon giorno, Giorno. Double-Giorno. Giorno-squared. Giorno-sub-two.
I was wooondering if you could give me a hand with some work? It's a two-person job, and I need some extra help. I mean, technically, I could get Cecil to help, but, y'know. I like hanging out with you. And stuff. Yeah.
Yeah! Okay, um, just let me know! Bye!
I was wooondering if you could give me a hand with some work? It's a two-person job, and I need some extra help. I mean, technically, I could get Cecil to help, but, y'know. I like hanging out with you. And stuff. Yeah.
Yeah! Okay, um, just let me know! Bye!
whens your birthday
youll be seventeen right
youll be seventeen right
[Thank god for Jotaro.
That's what Polnareff is thinking tonight, around one in the morning, as he sets all this up. Thank god for Jotaro, who visited Giorno a few days ago, who had put him in such a good mood. That makes all this just a touch less nervewracking. If Giorno is in a good mood, he'll take all this far better, and god, but Polnareff wants him to take this well.
Because this whole thing is terribly worrying. Giorno had been so odd about his birthday, and if he hates all this, if he finds it insulting or awful or whatever-- well, at least he can be tactful about it. Giorno can wrinkle his nose in disgust and throw everything out and no one will say anything more about it. And if he doesn't--
Well. Hopefully he doesn't. But just in case he does, Polnareff has a plan:
At around ten tonight, he'd made far too big a deal of going to bed early tonight. Done the whole shebang, showering and putting on pajamas and yawning hugely and saying good night really, really loudly. And once Giorno's suspicions were totally put off, once he'd been lured into a sense of false security, Polnareff had waited and waited, and now--
Now, at one AM, Silver Chariot and Polnareff dash up and down the hall, carrying packages. They pile outside of Giorno's room, just a little off the center of the door. He won't trip over them, but it's impossible to mistake them for anything but Giorno's. And pile is the right verb, because it is a pile.
Everything is wrapped, both in newspaper and wrapping paper, done sloppily but with much love. And once Giorno opens them-- well. There's a plethora of toys. A fat teddy bear; a little robot that toddles when you wind it up; a few different toy cars, the ones that will race on their own if you drag them back and let them go. Two board games (Risk, because Polnareff has a sense of humor, and what young Don doesn't want to play at ruling the world; and Stratego, because you have to learn tactics somehow) (you being Polnareff); a slinkie, rainbow colored; a set of legos that can build up to several different kind of buildings, up to and including a clock tower. Some of these are from Jotaro, of course.
Amid the toys-- because Jotaro had said toys, but he'd been terribly unsure-- there's a few other gifts, idly picked out. A bottle of wine, Italian and red and actually fairly decent, as far as wines go. A picture of a fridge-- or, well, not a fridge. Their fridge, and the door is open, and it's actually a picture of the cake inside there, chocolate and waiting for Giorno downstairs. And a card, of course, set on top of the pile:
happy march 31st!!
-P]
That's what Polnareff is thinking tonight, around one in the morning, as he sets all this up. Thank god for Jotaro, who visited Giorno a few days ago, who had put him in such a good mood. That makes all this just a touch less nervewracking. If Giorno is in a good mood, he'll take all this far better, and god, but Polnareff wants him to take this well.
Because this whole thing is terribly worrying. Giorno had been so odd about his birthday, and if he hates all this, if he finds it insulting or awful or whatever-- well, at least he can be tactful about it. Giorno can wrinkle his nose in disgust and throw everything out and no one will say anything more about it. And if he doesn't--
Well. Hopefully he doesn't. But just in case he does, Polnareff has a plan:
At around ten tonight, he'd made far too big a deal of going to bed early tonight. Done the whole shebang, showering and putting on pajamas and yawning hugely and saying good night really, really loudly. And once Giorno's suspicions were totally put off, once he'd been lured into a sense of false security, Polnareff had waited and waited, and now--
Now, at one AM, Silver Chariot and Polnareff dash up and down the hall, carrying packages. They pile outside of Giorno's room, just a little off the center of the door. He won't trip over them, but it's impossible to mistake them for anything but Giorno's. And pile is the right verb, because it is a pile.
Everything is wrapped, both in newspaper and wrapping paper, done sloppily but with much love. And once Giorno opens them-- well. There's a plethora of toys. A fat teddy bear; a little robot that toddles when you wind it up; a few different toy cars, the ones that will race on their own if you drag them back and let them go. Two board games (Risk, because Polnareff has a sense of humor, and what young Don doesn't want to play at ruling the world; and Stratego, because you have to learn tactics somehow) (you being Polnareff); a slinkie, rainbow colored; a set of legos that can build up to several different kind of buildings, up to and including a clock tower. Some of these are from Jotaro, of course.
Amid the toys-- because Jotaro had said toys, but he'd been terribly unsure-- there's a few other gifts, idly picked out. A bottle of wine, Italian and red and actually fairly decent, as far as wines go. A picture of a fridge-- or, well, not a fridge. Their fridge, and the door is open, and it's actually a picture of the cake inside there, chocolate and waiting for Giorno downstairs. And a card, of course, set on top of the pile:
happy march 31st!!
-P]
[Something was obviously up. He's not stupid. But Polnareff would tell him if it was bad; he trusts Polnareff more than he trusts almost everyone. So he starts heading to bed with the assurance that if it's relevant to him, he'll find out soon enough.]
[He finds out the next morning. He gets up earlier than usual, because he's trying to be excited about spending time with Polnareff today - because even though it's still his birthday, sort of, it's less unlucky because it's not fours, and because it's before all the dying started. It's going to be a good day.]
[Except he doesn't understand how good, and he doesn't visually process what he sees when he opens the door until several long seconds have gone by, and then--]
[And then he thinks Jotaro?, and then he sees the bear and thinks Polnareff?, and then he decides Jotaro and Polnareff. And then he sees the bottle of wine and starts to cry.]
[Which, in fairness, is no one's fault, and is the only bad sort of crying he'll probably be doing today. In a way it's cathartic; he carries everything into his room, one at a time, very carefully, and he arranges them all carefully on his shelves just how he wants them, and while he's doing it he thinks about Abbacchio and how he would like the wine but pretend he didn't, and how he'd laugh at all of these things and how much Giorno loves them, because that just proves what a child he is.]
[He cries for Abbacchio, and that's good because he hasn't yet, and once he's done he's glad to have cried. He goes and washes his face and redoes his makeup and then, because he likes to and it's comforting, he undoes his braid and fixes it again, and then he goes and sits on his bed with his face buried in the bear's fur for a little while, feeling shaky and overwhelmed with love.]
[He knows he doesn't have to be in control for Polnareff. But he wants to be. And when he feels safe in himself again, he goes and knocks on Polnareff's door - and as soon as it opens he launches himself into a tight hug without asking, because this is one thing he'll gladly take for himself.]
[He finds out the next morning. He gets up earlier than usual, because he's trying to be excited about spending time with Polnareff today - because even though it's still his birthday, sort of, it's less unlucky because it's not fours, and because it's before all the dying started. It's going to be a good day.]
[Except he doesn't understand how good, and he doesn't visually process what he sees when he opens the door until several long seconds have gone by, and then--]
[And then he thinks Jotaro?, and then he sees the bear and thinks Polnareff?, and then he decides Jotaro and Polnareff. And then he sees the bottle of wine and starts to cry.]
[Which, in fairness, is no one's fault, and is the only bad sort of crying he'll probably be doing today. In a way it's cathartic; he carries everything into his room, one at a time, very carefully, and he arranges them all carefully on his shelves just how he wants them, and while he's doing it he thinks about Abbacchio and how he would like the wine but pretend he didn't, and how he'd laugh at all of these things and how much Giorno loves them, because that just proves what a child he is.]
[He cries for Abbacchio, and that's good because he hasn't yet, and once he's done he's glad to have cried. He goes and washes his face and redoes his makeup and then, because he likes to and it's comforting, he undoes his braid and fixes it again, and then he goes and sits on his bed with his face buried in the bear's fur for a little while, feeling shaky and overwhelmed with love.]
[He knows he doesn't have to be in control for Polnareff. But he wants to be. And when he feels safe in himself again, he goes and knocks on Polnareff's door - and as soon as it opens he launches himself into a tight hug without asking, because this is one thing he'll gladly take for himself.]
[How long has Giorno been waiting for the other shoe to drop?
Since Polnareff got here, most likely. Waiting and watching, knowing the inevitable was coming. Knowing that Polnareff would eventually find out and-- what? Surely they've gone over this in the future; surely Giorno knows that Polnareff has already accepted this fact. But--
He thinks about that shy expression, eyes big and face looking far too young. There'd been no question, no question for assurance-- but he'd looked so worried that Polnareff might not like his Stand. And perhaps this is along the same lines: that while a Polnareff in the future has accepted him, this one, younger, different, more impulsive and less wise, might not.
Well. He'd learn soon enough. He knocks at his door a day after he and Jotaro had talked-- unfair, maybe, to make Giorno wait another day, but he'd needed the time to clear his head. He still smells of too many cigarettes, but he can't help that; there's only so many ways he can calm down. It's late, but not so late that he thinks there's any chance his don is asleep.]
Giorno?
Since Polnareff got here, most likely. Waiting and watching, knowing the inevitable was coming. Knowing that Polnareff would eventually find out and-- what? Surely they've gone over this in the future; surely Giorno knows that Polnareff has already accepted this fact. But--
He thinks about that shy expression, eyes big and face looking far too young. There'd been no question, no question for assurance-- but he'd looked so worried that Polnareff might not like his Stand. And perhaps this is along the same lines: that while a Polnareff in the future has accepted him, this one, younger, different, more impulsive and less wise, might not.
Well. He'd learn soon enough. He knocks at his door a day after he and Jotaro had talked-- unfair, maybe, to make Giorno wait another day, but he'd needed the time to clear his head. He still smells of too many cigarettes, but he can't help that; there's only so many ways he can calm down. It's late, but not so late that he thinks there's any chance his don is asleep.]
Giorno?
[What he thinks first and foremost when he opens the door is that Polnareff smells like Jotaro. Jotaro on a hard day, moreover; Jotaro after chainsmoking his way through half a pack of cigarettes, Jotaro with his eyes averted and his cap pulled low, Jotaro hiding behind his collar, Jotaro with his voice as low and quiet as he can manage. Jotaro when he's sad.]
[Scent makes powerful emotional connections. This scent engenders sorrow, but also empathy, the desire to reach for the sadness of his famiglia and smother it in his clenched fist, heal it away until the nicotine in the air is the scent of crocuses.]
[But it's not Jotaro standing in his doorway, looking at him as he cranes his neck in the process of pulling his hair down. It's not Jotaro; it's Polnareff.]
[(He looks more like Dio with his hair down. More still when his hair is down in the wind, with Gold Experience out behind him, ready and willing to fight. But even now, there's something there.)]
. . . Are you all right?
[Soft, tentative, but not afraid. Just a little worried, that's all. He turns from the mirror, expression uncertain.]
Come here, come in.
[Scent makes powerful emotional connections. This scent engenders sorrow, but also empathy, the desire to reach for the sadness of his famiglia and smother it in his clenched fist, heal it away until the nicotine in the air is the scent of crocuses.]
[But it's not Jotaro standing in his doorway, looking at him as he cranes his neck in the process of pulling his hair down. It's not Jotaro; it's Polnareff.]
[(He looks more like Dio with his hair down. More still when his hair is down in the wind, with Gold Experience out behind him, ready and willing to fight. But even now, there's something there.)]
. . . Are you all right?
[Soft, tentative, but not afraid. Just a little worried, that's all. He turns from the mirror, expression uncertain.]
Come here, come in.
[They live in the same general vicinity, but that doesn't mean Polnareff can't check up on his small son. Nowadays, it's a little less for his sake and a little more for the sake of others-- because while Haruno is, essentially, a good person, he isn't always very nice.]
there are more pumpkins around than there used to be
is this your doing
there are more pumpkins around than there used to be
is this your doing
[So . . . that happened.
Like, what the fuck, is what it basically boils down to. What the fuck, what the hell had just happened, he woke up and the mansion is still looking like a castle, and he hit on Joseph-who-was-a-girl, and Jotaro had dog ears, and Kakyoin wore a weird red cloak, and Giorno--
Giorno.
A quick glance in the mirror confirms his worst suspicions, but honestly, it's not even the worst thing to happen this week. At least he doesn't look bad. There's a good deal less silver hair than he'd like there to be, but it's not . . . entirely gone.]
so
we can talk about one of three things, or all three
1. haruno polnareff
2. haruno polnareff
3. the sudden change in my hairstyle
one of these is not optional
its #3
Like, what the fuck, is what it basically boils down to. What the fuck, what the hell had just happened, he woke up and the mansion is still looking like a castle, and he hit on Joseph-who-was-a-girl, and Jotaro had dog ears, and Kakyoin wore a weird red cloak, and Giorno--
Giorno.
A quick glance in the mirror confirms his worst suspicions, but honestly, it's not even the worst thing to happen this week. At least he doesn't look bad. There's a good deal less silver hair than he'd like there to be, but it's not . . . entirely gone.]
so
we can talk about one of three things, or all three
1. haruno polnareff
2. haruno polnareff
3. the sudden change in my hairstyle
one of these is not optional
its #3
[Things Giorno does not in any way want to think about at all ever: anything that happened in the last week.]
[Things he apparently has to think about right the fuck now: everything that happened in the last week.]
[He whines and noodles his way under the covers for this conversation.]
It looks nice? I think? I liked it.
[Things he apparently has to think about right the fuck now: everything that happened in the last week.]
[He whines and noodles his way under the covers for this conversation.]
It looks nice? I think? I liked it.
giorno
are you awake
your light is on but theres no noise so i figure this is easier
are you awake
your light is on but theres no noise so i figure this is easier
[He usually invents a reason for his nighttime visits. He loves Giorno and Giorno loves him, but you still can't go around just visiting people for no reason. They might get the wrong idea, like you liked spending time with them or something.
But this week, there's no filter-- so Polnareff knocks at Giorno's door and calls:]
Oye! I want to spend time with you, you up?
[He's still got his light on, so. Probably? But just in case--]
I'll brush your hair if you haven't done that whole routine yet.
[The ultimate temptation.]
But this week, there's no filter-- so Polnareff knocks at Giorno's door and calls:]
Oye! I want to spend time with you, you up?
[He's still got his light on, so. Probably? But just in case--]
I'll brush your hair if you haven't done that whole routine yet.
[The ultimate temptation.]
[Actually, shockingly, Giorno is asleep. He fell asleep with a book on his face. This happens sometimes; it's not terribly unusual. But he doesn't like falling asleep outside of his routine, so he isn't that annoyed when Polnareff knocks on the door. Just disoriented.]
[He takes a minute to get up, unfolding himself out of the bed and blinking at the clock before carefully putting his bookmark in his book and setting it aside on the bedside table. Then he pads sleepily to the door and opens it, rubbing his eyes.]
I fell asleep. Hi. You can come in.
[He takes a minute to get up, unfolding himself out of the bed and blinking at the clock before carefully putting his bookmark in his book and setting it aside on the bedside table. Then he pads sleepily to the door and opens it, rubbing his eyes.]
I fell asleep. Hi. You can come in.
BUON GIORNO giorno i require some Consultancy. cause you're smart. and i think you know more about things than i do sometimes
actually a lot of the time
all of the time
i don't think i'm very smart
ANYWAYS!!! anyways. i was wondering if i could get a second opinion on some flowers? since you know a lot about flowers, right? i think you do. if you don't, that'd be super embarrassing. but yeah i just need to know if they look pretty?? hold on
[There's a follow-up picture of some exceptionally shitty flowers, and nothing more.]
actually a lot of the time
all of the time
i don't think i'm very smart
ANYWAYS!!! anyways. i was wondering if i could get a second opinion on some flowers? since you know a lot about flowers, right? i think you do. if you don't, that'd be super embarrassing. but yeah i just need to know if they look pretty?? hold on
[There's a follow-up picture of some exceptionally shitty flowers, and nothing more.]
CARLOS <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 YOU TEXTED ME
carlos you are SO smart you know so much about everything!!!! except flowers maybe? i don't know how much you know about flowers
those ones are a mess though
they're pretty but wilting
so i don't know?????? if you wanted to press them it's probably fine but they're not very fresh
carlos you are SO smart you know so much about everything!!!! except flowers maybe? i don't know how much you know about flowers
those ones are a mess though
they're pretty but wilting
so i don't know?????? if you wanted to press them it's probably fine but they're not very fresh
oyeeee giorno i have a favor to ask of you when you're free
giorno
giogiogiovanna
my son
i need you to solve a very serious problem for me
[It might or might not be worth noting he's a little tipsy.]
giogiogiovanna
my son
i need you to solve a very serious problem for me
[It might or might not be worth noting he's a little tipsy.]
[At around midnight, Giorno gets a text. He ought to appreciate the text, because it was done one-handedly, which is not as easy as it sounds.]
hey
wont be home 2nite
i am ok
but probably wont be home til
tomorrow?? or next day
hey
wont be home 2nite
i am ok
but probably wont be home til
tomorrow?? or next day
[He's not actually all that good a baker, but Holly has taught him a few things-- and living in a mansion full of mostly men means that food, no matter what the quality, is usually eaten up no matter what. So after all the mess of false memories and his sister, after breaking down in front of Giorno and Jotaro and then sitting up with Jotaro night after night--
Polnareff bakes. Shoddily, admittedly, and sloppily, but the end product is usually pretty good. Sometimes it's cookies, but today-- Father's day, actually-- is cake. And he uses the holiday as an excuse-- he doesn't need to, but he does, because it's easier to say I'm baking for the holiday than I'm baking to keep busy and not think.
He's not particularly quiet, but for once it's not the middle of the night. No, it's two in the afternoon, and there's cocoa powder on the counter and on his face, but at least whatever's being stirred smells pretty good.]
Polnareff bakes. Shoddily, admittedly, and sloppily, but the end product is usually pretty good. Sometimes it's cookies, but today-- Father's day, actually-- is cake. And he uses the holiday as an excuse-- he doesn't need to, but he does, because it's easier to say I'm baking for the holiday than I'm baking to keep busy and not think.
He's not particularly quiet, but for once it's not the middle of the night. No, it's two in the afternoon, and there's cocoa powder on the counter and on his face, but at least whatever's being stirred smells pretty good.]
[He smells the cake before he sees it. The smell of pastry is not terribly unusual in this house, but first thing in the morning is sort of strange, considering. Then again, it's been more common since Suzie moved in, so he decides not to be surprised.]
[He's reading after lunch when he decides one lunch was Not Enough and comes downstairs for a snack. And then . . . there's Polnareff. With cocoa powder on his nose.]
[Um.]
Papa . . . ? What are you . . .
[He's reading after lunch when he decides one lunch was Not Enough and comes downstairs for a snack. And then . . . there's Polnareff. With cocoa powder on his nose.]
[Um.]
Papa . . . ? What are you . . .
[Mm, how to put this is the true question of the evening. He bites back his first nervous sentences, and doesn't make it as much of a joke as he's inclined to, which leaves him with something . . . well. Theoretically lighthearted, but perhaps Giorno will be able to see past that.
Or perhaps not! One can only hope.]
okay here's a trivia question for you
you get three guesses for this
ready?
guess who tried all of jotaro's makeup
eyeliner and all that
with him
obviously
said person did not steal it
Or perhaps not! One can only hope.]
okay here's a trivia question for you
you get three guesses for this
ready?
guess who tried all of jotaro's makeup
eyeliner and all that
with him
obviously
said person did not steal it
[. . . oh, now. That's an interesting thing. And quite unexpected, too, especially from Polnareff. He would've have just done it casually. He must have done it intentionally, deliberately, which means . . . he's making an effort towards something. It's just that Giorno doesn't quite know what.]
[Hmm.]
I hope you didn't poke yourself in the eye. I did the first time. A lot.
[Hmm.]
I hope you didn't poke yourself in the eye. I did the first time. A lot.
Giorno, I’ve finished preparing those documents you requested. I’ve put them under your door. I’ll be out today so, if there’s anything you’d like me to further clarify of discuss, I’ll be back later this evening.
[Underneath Giorno’s door are two handwritten documents. One of them details of the mission he was sent on to eliminate Massimo Volpe and the other members of the narcotics team. It includes profiles of the relevant Stand users and what Fugo personally observed about their abilities, summaries of the fights, the end results and final injury/body count, notes on the conversations he had with Mista and Giorno respectively before and after the mission, and how really great Sheila E is. It’s all very professional with plenty of details, down to what was playing on the radio during his final discussion with Giorno.
The second is a summary of Passione’s past activities in the last six months and their current plans and projects. It’s not as detailed as the first document, as Fugo was obviously not present for most of it, but reads quite a bit like something he might have been given shortly after he was brought back.]
[Underneath Giorno’s door are two handwritten documents. One of them details of the mission he was sent on to eliminate Massimo Volpe and the other members of the narcotics team. It includes profiles of the relevant Stand users and what Fugo personally observed about their abilities, summaries of the fights, the end results and final injury/body count, notes on the conversations he had with Mista and Giorno respectively before and after the mission, and how really great Sheila E is. It’s all very professional with plenty of details, down to what was playing on the radio during his final discussion with Giorno.
The second is a summary of Passione’s past activities in the last six months and their current plans and projects. It’s not as detailed as the first document, as Fugo was obviously not present for most of it, but reads quite a bit like something he might have been given shortly after he was brought back.]
buongiorno
1. can you talk to fugo and get him to let me look at purple haze (also: why didn't you tell me that purple haze was in the city)
2. is gold experience named after the prince album? kakyoin and i were wondering
3. how is gold experience doing
1. can you talk to fugo and get him to let me look at purple haze (also: why didn't you tell me that purple haze was in the city)
2. is gold experience named after the prince album? kakyoin and i were wondering
3. how is gold experience doing
COME DOWNSTAIRS AND SEE WHAT'S IN THE FRIDGE
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