How am I supposed to be quiet, they're sleeping together!
[(Giorno looks even younger with his donuts down, okay, he doesn't want to curse in front of him. It doesn't matter that Giorno knows the words, that he's experienced all sorts of things; it's the principle of things).
Anyway. He shoves a hand through his own hair, cackling quietly.]
When did this start! Are they official, or is it a secret?
I don't actually know if they are, all right, they're very bad at this.
[They're so bad at this, Polnareff, please fix these disasters. He chews his lip and shifts from foot to foot uncertainly. Gossipping, but his friends . . . ugh.]
It's not a secret. It's been months. They're so stupid. God, they're stupid.
[Oh. Snuggly gossipping, that's at least ten times better than regular gossipping. He sits next to Polnareff and, after just a moment's hesitation, wedges himself under his arm.]
It's stupider than that. I thought they were already together, because that's how they always acted, and when Kakyoin got stupid and jealous about something I told him it wasn't a big deal because Jotaro was only interested in him anyway. And then he had no idea what I was talking about, so I had to explain it to him.
[Oh, hello. That's not what he meant, but he's not about to argue: Polnareff simply adjusts so his arm is a little more secure around Giorno's shoulders, so they're both comfortable (and so he can rest against his chest if he'd like).]
Ahh, romance.
[Oh, them.]
Aren't you and Jotaro related? You'd think he'd remember that before getting jealous.
[Resting against the tiddy while shittalking Jotaro and Kakyoin with Polnareff. Truly he is living the dream.]
Ah, no, it wasn't like that. Not really. We were building the house and needed more hands, so I told everyone on the network that Jotaro would be working shirtless.
[Because this is what normal people do with their attractive family members.]
I think Kakyoin thought he was mad about girls. But he obviously wasn't mad about girls. And then when he actually believed me he started with - oh but I don't deserve nice things because of . . . reasons that don't make sense, and I'm a burden, and what if something, and so on. It was trying.
[He snorts-- in derision, really, except of course it's fond derision. He can well guess why Kakyoin might think that-- but those reasons are dark, and sad, and he doesn't want to think about that. Both his friends deserve nothing less than absolute happiness, no matter what might happen at home.]
And Jotaro? Did you manage to get him to say a word to you about it, or did he bottle it all up?
[Watch out, he's beginning to gesticulate wildly.]
Back before any of this happened with Kakyoin, I was talking with Jotaro about different kinds of love. You know. Friend love and romantic love. So I was telling him that there's a difference between ti voglio bene, which is "I love you" to a friend, and ti amo, which is "I love you" to someone you're dating. So I said what I feel for Jotaro is ti voglio bene, but what he felt for Kakyoin was ti amo.
He didn't know what it meant but he just agreed with me. Like an idiot.
[Is it a Japanese thing? Maybe this is a cultural difference? After all, France and Italy are pretty much the countries of love; maybe it's just easier for the two of them to understand. Or maybe they're just way, way better adjusted than either Kakyoin or Jotaro; that, too, is a possibility.]
I don't know. It was very frustrating. And then when I told Jotaro later that I had told Kakyoin that Jotaro acts like he's in love with him, Jotaro almost had a heart attack. Because he has no sense of self-awareness or something.
They've gotten better but they also spent most of last month texting me about who is the girl on Valentine's Day.
[He reaches up and holds Polnareff's face in both of his hands.]
Please help them be less like this, I can't do it alone.
Oh! No, I haven't told you, have I. I'm sorry, I should've.
It's not that specific. It's creating life, any life. Which means I can heal, too, although I can't bring back what's passed away, not without consequences. There's other things, too, but those are my favorite parts.
[Yes, obviously, is the answer, and it's the true answer. He wants to see it because it's exciting and he's easily pleased-- but he also wants to see it because he catches that shyness. And how could he deny that?
[And that grin is really encouraging, so out comes Gold Experience, sitting in front of them with legs crossed and regarding Polnareff curiously.]
So . . . this is my Gold Experience. He takes care of me and my people. Right?
[Gold Experience shifts his gaze toward his user and cocks his head, then reaches out a hand, into which Giorno delicately places one of the ever-present buttons that he keeps in his pockets. He closes his fist, and when it opens again, there's a ladybug sitting in the middle of his palm.]
[He holds it out to Polnareff. His movements are, in some way, just as shy as Giorno's expression was a moment ago.]
[He beams up at Gold Experience. It's not a forced grin; that really is cool as shit. Polnareff reaches out, taking the ladybug-- and laughs as it trots around his hand, the little feet tickling his palm.]
That's amazing! How long does it last? Is it animals, or any kind of life, or only certain kinds of animals?
[He's torn between grinning at the ladybug (still trotting determinedly around his hand) and at Gold Experience and at Giorno himself.]
[Oh . . . Polnareff likes Gold Experience. Which makes sense, he did before, but this is a different Polnareff with different experiences, so he'd been a little worried . . .]
[He covers his mouth to hide his grin and watches the ladybug crawl across Polnareff's hand instead of looking at his face.]
Any kind of life. Even bacteria if I wanted to, I suppose, although I don't know what I'd do with that really. And it lasts forever unless I turn them back. You want to be careful, too, if they get hurt it reflects back.
It was actually weirdly thoughtful, in a Jotaro way, you know. So he talked me into it. And yes, she's still around, she lives in a room at the end of the hall. Her name is Jolie. She's going to learn to swim soon. Honestly I'm shocked Jotaro hasn't said anything, he talks about her a lot.
[EVERYONE. Boyfriend City. And speaking of which, he brightens a little, because this is slightly even more his favorite topic than Jotaro and Kakyoin.]
Did you like him? [TALK ABOUT HOW PERFECT HE IS THO]
[Ye-es. Yes. Actually, yes, because once they'd gotten past the weirdness of that initial comment, Mista was pretty awesome. It was just . . . that first comment that threw a wrench into everything.]
You have to tell me more about the future-- about your-- our-- gang. I think that might help things.
[He wasn't actually worried, not really, because Mista is the best, but it's nice to hear confirmation anyway. It's important to him that other people realize Mista is so perfect.]
[Not that they're here. Not that any of this will have any bearing on him for another ten years. But he wants to know more; he wants to learn everything he can about this future where he's so wanted and needed, where he makes a difference.]
I'm getting to know Mista-- is there anyone else close?
[There's a hierarchy, he imagines, and so no, he won't get to know every single member of their gang-- but there have to be a few core important people Giorno surrounds himself with.]
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[(Giorno looks even younger with his donuts down, okay, he doesn't want to curse in front of him. It doesn't matter that Giorno knows the words, that he's experienced all sorts of things; it's the principle of things).
Anyway. He shoves a hand through his own hair, cackling quietly.]
When did this start! Are they official, or is it a secret?
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[They're so bad at this, Polnareff, please fix these disasters. He chews his lip and shifts from foot to foot uncertainly. Gossipping, but his friends . . . ugh.]
It's not a secret. It's been months. They're so stupid. God, they're stupid.
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[Said so, so fondly. He sighs and sprawls on the floor, gesturing for Giorno to do the same.]
Tell me everything, please, I have to catch up. Did they each think the other didn't know and didn't care?
[That sounds about right.]
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It's stupider than that. I thought they were already together, because that's how they always acted, and when Kakyoin got stupid and jealous about something I told him it wasn't a big deal because Jotaro was only interested in him anyway. And then he had no idea what I was talking about, so I had to explain it to him.
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Ahh, romance.
[Oh, them.]
Aren't you and Jotaro related? You'd think he'd remember that before getting jealous.
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Ah, no, it wasn't like that. Not really. We were building the house and needed more hands, so I told everyone on the network that Jotaro would be working shirtless.
[Because this is what normal people do with their attractive family members.]
I think Kakyoin thought he was mad about girls. But he obviously wasn't mad about girls. And then when he actually believed me he started with - oh but I don't deserve nice things because of . . . reasons that don't make sense, and I'm a burden, and what if something, and so on. It was trying.
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And Jotaro? Did you manage to get him to say a word to you about it, or did he bottle it all up?
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[Watch out, he's beginning to gesticulate wildly.]
Back before any of this happened with Kakyoin, I was talking with Jotaro about different kinds of love. You know. Friend love and romantic love. So I was telling him that there's a difference between ti voglio bene, which is "I love you" to a friend, and ti amo, which is "I love you" to someone you're dating. So I said what I feel for Jotaro is ti voglio bene, but what he felt for Kakyoin was ti amo.
He didn't know what it meant but he just agreed with me. Like an idiot.
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[Is it a Japanese thing? Maybe this is a cultural difference? After all, France and Italy are pretty much the countries of love; maybe it's just easier for the two of them to understand. Or maybe they're just way, way better adjusted than either Kakyoin or Jotaro; that, too, is a possibility.]
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They've gotten better but they also spent most of last month texting me about who is the girl on Valentine's Day.
[He reaches up and holds Polnareff's face in both of his hands.]
Please help them be less like this, I can't do it alone.
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Ahhh, my poor Giorno, having to deal with them on your own. I'm here now-- and I'm sure they'll have more disasters waiting for them.
[Also, for reference? The girl is absolutely Jotaro. Polnareff remembers that elbow to his face, all right.]
At least they're finally together! When did all this stupidity end?
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[He's feeling better with the headpats, though, so he leans against Polnareff again and hums, thinking back.]
Right around October, I think . . . or that's when they tried to start figuring it out, at least. It was all unnecessarily convoluted.
Jotaro asked me to make him a fish. A romance fish.
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[No, that sounds like Jotaro, actually. He loves the fish, Jotaro does. I mean, Polnareff is still totally squinting in disgust, but!]
Is that your Stand's power? The power to make fish?
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It's not that specific. It's creating life, any life. Which means I can heal, too, although I can't bring back what's passed away, not without consequences. There's other things, too, but those are my favorite parts.
[He glances up at Polnareff, a little shy.]
. . . Do you want to see him?
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So he grins, hugely.]
Yeah! Show me what he can do!
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[And that grin is really encouraging, so out comes Gold Experience, sitting in front of them with legs crossed and regarding Polnareff curiously.]
So . . . this is my Gold Experience. He takes care of me and my people. Right?
[Gold Experience shifts his gaze toward his user and cocks his head, then reaches out a hand, into which Giorno delicately places one of the ever-present buttons that he keeps in his pockets. He closes his fist, and when it opens again, there's a ladybug sitting in the middle of his palm.]
[He holds it out to Polnareff. His movements are, in some way, just as shy as Giorno's expression was a moment ago.]
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That's amazing! How long does it last? Is it animals, or any kind of life, or only certain kinds of animals?
[He's torn between grinning at the ladybug (still trotting determinedly around his hand) and at Gold Experience and at Giorno himself.]
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[He covers his mouth to hide his grin and watches the ladybug crawl across Polnareff's hand instead of looking at his face.]
Any kind of life. Even bacteria if I wanted to, I suppose, although I don't know what I'd do with that really. And it lasts forever unless I turn them back. You want to be careful, too, if they get hurt it reflects back.
I made Jotaro an otter.
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I bet he liked that. Is it still around-- oi, did you make a romance fish?
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[He looks a little embarrassed, but.]
It was actually weirdly thoughtful, in a Jotaro way, you know. So he talked me into it. And yes, she's still around, she lives in a room at the end of the hall. Her name is Jolie. She's going to learn to swim soon. Honestly I'm shocked Jotaro hasn't said anything, he talks about her a lot.
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[He's definitely going to have to find her, though.]
Oi! I met your boyfriend too.
[How many people have boyfriends here?]
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Did you like him? [TALK ABOUT HOW PERFECT HE IS THO]
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[Ye-es. Yes. Actually, yes, because once they'd gotten past the weirdness of that initial comment, Mista was pretty awesome. It was just . . . that first comment that threw a wrench into everything.]
You have to tell me more about the future-- about your-- our-- gang. I think that might help things.
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[He wasn't actually worried, not really, because Mista is the best, but it's nice to hear confirmation anyway. It's important to him that other people realize Mista is so perfect.]
What do you want to know?
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[Not that they're here. Not that any of this will have any bearing on him for another ten years. But he wants to know more; he wants to learn everything he can about this future where he's so wanted and needed, where he makes a difference.]
I'm getting to know Mista-- is there anyone else close?
[There's a hierarchy, he imagines, and so no, he won't get to know every single member of their gang-- but there have to be a few core important people Giorno surrounds himself with.]
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AFTER A FRUITLESS GODDAMN SEARCH
I'M SO SORRY
I WILL PREVAIL SOMEDAY
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