[Ahh, and that's the signal to stop. They've done this a hundred times before; he knows the silent rules. With a little sigh he twists, lifting Haruno up. He's so light.]
[Oh . . . son . . . small son . . . he beams at him for a moment, terribly pleased with the kiss. He remembers when he was a baby, small and soft and a little fussy, but so full of love. None of that love has faded over the subsequent years, but little shows of affection like this aren't always given so freely (because Haruno is seventeen, which means you can't just get smooches from your dad all the time, okay, sometimes it's embarrassing).
Anyway. He beams at him before setting him down, fingers combing through his hair to try and neaten it.]
Come on. Do you want some ice cream while I tell you my gossip?
[The best. It's chocolate ice cream today, sweet and with little bits of cookie dough in it. Polnareff nods towards the counter-- go and sit-- as he gets the things together.]
Well, I have to ask Jotaro first. But I figure we can sort of do a tag-team-protection thing. Like--
[He hops up on the counter next to Haruno, legs crossed under him, and sets the ice cream carton between them.]
He'll "attack" a carriage or a car or a girl or whatever, right? Fangs and yowling and all that. And then I come in and defeat him, and suddenly I'm the hero to some hot lady! Who will definitely want to get to know me, because, again, hero, and also because I look courageous and really sexy all at once.
No, but he was wearing a silly red hood, so I don't think he'll be difficult to find again. That's why I wear what I wear, you know, so if anyone ever needs to find me again they'll know me from a distance.
That's when I go poof. That's when I let them chase me into the places in the woods full of sharp-teethed things and then let them fend for themselves.
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[Slowly . . . he just . . . lets all of his weight drop. Admittedly he could just poof away again, but it's more fun to play the drenched kitten.]
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There. Now we're even, hm?
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[he's wilting]
[No, but just for a second, and then he squirms forward with a kiss for his papa's forehead, now that he's high up enough.]
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Anyway. He beams at him before setting him down, fingers combing through his hair to try and neaten it.]
Come on. Do you want some ice cream while I tell you my gossip?
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[ICE CREAM. Oh, ice cream, oh wow, ice cream and gossip, oh my goodness.]
Yes, please.
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Do you want to guess?
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[LOOK AT HIS PITIFUL FACE . . . don't make him guess.]
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[He grins over at him and tosses a spoon.]
I have . . . a Plan. A plan to seduce women and get a sweet girlfriend.
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Tell me everything.
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[He hops up on the counter next to Haruno, legs crossed under him, and sets the ice cream carton between them.]
He'll "attack" a carriage or a car or a girl or whatever, right? Fangs and yowling and all that. And then I come in and defeat him, and suddenly I'm the hero to some hot lady! Who will definitely want to get to know me, because, again, hero, and also because I look courageous and really sexy all at once.
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[He says, while setting in to demolish the shit out of this ice cream, holy wow.]
You'll have to wear your best doublet. And let me do your hair. And make sure not to hurt my Jotaro too much please. He's important.
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[They're bros.]
What are you going to do to my hair?
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[He bites on some ice cream and then adds:]
I don't think you can do more. I mean, I stick it up pretty high.
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[The one condition.]
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[No he wouldn't, and they both know it.]
All right, you can do my hair. And what have you done today, hm?
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There was a boy chasing me in the woods, so I let him until he fell out of a tree.
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[Context! Important!]
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[That's the least amount of trouble chasing Haruno can come to. Polnareff shrugs.]
Did you get his name?
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[ROMANCE!]
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That's when I go poof. That's when I let them chase me into the places in the woods full of sharp-teethed things and then let them fend for themselves.