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[digiorno]

[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.

I made Jotaro an otter.

[silvercrusader]

[He returns his attention to the ladybug-- he hadn't intended to hurt it, but best to be careful.]

I bet he liked that. Is it still around-- oi, did you make a romance fish?

[digiorno]

Ah . . . I did.

[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.

[silvercrusader]

Ahh, well, we were talking about other things.

[He's definitely going to have to find her, though.]

Oi! I met your boyfriend too.

[How many people have boyfriends here?]

[digiorno]

[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]

[silvercrusader]

Of course!

[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.

[digiorno]

Oh, good.

[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?

[silvercrusader]

About the others, I think.

[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.]

[digiorno]

It's . . . well, my inner circle is fairly small. But I imagine you knew that. You've seen the Godfather.

[Which is becoming weirdly cute, somehow.]

Mm, I imagine you don't know about Diavolo - how he kept his identity hidden from everyone, even his closest subordinates. He was a very paranoid man. And on some level he was correct in that everyone knowing who he was would have been very dangerous. On the other hand, I've needed people to know who I am for two reasons: one, so that they would know there had been a changeover of power, and two, because contact with me is meant to be the ultimate goal of service to Passione.

But I still don't trust too many people back home. There's you, of course, and Mista. There's Trish, who I think you've met. Her role is - you could say it's the opposite of Mista's, and yours is somewhere between the two of theirs. She's quite vocal with her opinion even on a casual level, and I find her input to be infinitely valuable because her perspective is at the same time very similar to and utterly different from mine.

And then . . .

[He seems . . . vaguely uncertain just for a moment, and then he offers up a small smile.]

This happens in the future, apparently - which is very strange, isn't it? - but there's someone else. His name is Fugo. We weren't on the best of terms, before, but apparently he earns my forgiveness.

[silvercrusader]

[He memorizes all of this eagerly-- Diavolo, and he doesn't know who that is, but he can guess from context. The man Giorno replaced, either violently or succeeded. Trish, who he met and quite liked; and . . .]

But he hasn't yet. What did he do?

[digiorno]

Oh, he . . .

[Hm. He twirls a lock of hair around his finger, trying to decide how to put this. It's not that he dislikes Fugo, really, and that's the trouble. He doesn't want to misrepresent him just because he doesn't trust him. So.]

There was a point in our journey when Bruno asked everyone who followed him, everyone in his gang, whether or not they wanted to stay with us when we took down Diavolo. He said it would be dangerous, and that if any of us wanted to stay behind he wouldn't hold it against us. But everyone went, except for Fugo.

Even before then, I didn't quite trust him. He was . . . volatile. He couldn't control his Stand. And once he left, I knew that if I was ever going to see him again, I would need to make sure he had developed strong resolve.

Apparently at some point in the future he does.

[silvercrusader]

[He nods. It makes sense, like all of Giorno's reports do, methodical and precise. There's emotion there, but it doesn't overshadow the raw facts of the situation.]

Well. I'm glad, for your sake. And his, honestly. What was his Stand, that he couldn't control it?

[digiorno]

[Ugh. His expression goes a little sour. He tries to love all living things including Stands but it is Trying sometimes.]

It made a deadly flesh-eating virus. Which it shot at people. Whether Fugo wanted it to or not.

[silvercrusader]

How did you not die within the first three minutes of knowing him?

[digiorno]

He usually never has it out for exactly this reason, that's how.

[FUGO IS A DISASTER, POLNAREFF. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.]

[silvercrusader]

That's the most useless ability I've ever heard of. And I've met a lot of useless Stands, all right, but that's suicidal.

[digiorno]

Fugo is troubled.

[He said, understatingly.]

I hope that I really can help him, in the future. We didn't spend much time together, but it's important to me, and it would be important to the people we lost along the way, too. He's meant to be part of Passione.

[silvercrusader]

[Is that what they're called? Well, it fits, he supposes. And he'll follow Giorno's lead, but-- his nose wrinkles, which says what he thinks about that.]

I'd still take Silver Chariot over that any day.

[digiorno]

Mm, of course. Silver Chariot is so handsome, like a knight in shining armor, and he never drools toxins.

[What a good boy.]

[silvercrusader]

He doesn't even have a mouth.

[No ora oras, but on the other hand, no drooling. It works out.]

[digiorno]

Well, no, but Gold Experience has a mouth and never drools. Definitely not toxins.

[How does Purple Haze not infect itself, is what he's wondering now.]

[silvercrusader]

[Hmm. This raises another question, actually.]

Can Gold Experience eat?

[Can any Stand eat, actually? He's going to be very disappointed he missed the pudding experiments.]

[digiorno]

Oh. I don't — actually know? I've never tried. I've only ever fed Star Platinum and the Pistols.

[BUT HE WANTS TO FEED EVERY STAND, THOUGH, SO.]

[silvercrusader]

What the hell did you feed Star!

[That's an option?]

[digiorno]

Mm . . .

[He laughs a little.]

When Jotaro and Kakyoin talked the first time, about everything, I brought them pudding as a reward. And I brought one for Star, too, in case it would make him feel left out if I didn't. I wasn't really thinking about it, I'm just used to the Pistols, you know? But he liked it after all.