[Narancia or Abbachio, if he had to guess. Certainly not Mista, and Bruno was one of the others Giorno had listed as father-figure-like. But he doesn't know much about either boy, save for the fact they died. And while his gaze is soft, he doesn't smile-- because it's not silly. It's about the farthest thing from silly.]
[Immediately, obviously caught off guard, he glances up at Polnareff as though he t hinks he's done something wrong. They were talking about Sherry, so he shouldn't have said anything, right?]
[And Bruno had told him a lot more. Funny, isn't it-- because the way Bruno had talked about him, Polnareff had been imagining some fourteen year old, skinny and rebellious and still a child, really. But if he's older than Giorno-- god, what, sixteen, when all that shit went down?]
I want to hear about Narancia.
[An assurance, in reply to that somewhat alarmed look. But before they entirely leave the topic of Sherry--]
Y'know-- I did a bunch of girly stuff with Sherry, braiding her hair and all that. And I like doing it with you. And-- I just--
[How to say this...]
I don't do it with you just because I did it with her.
[His brows draw together in a total lack of comprehension. He doesn't understand how you can just have one thing with one person, and then with someone else, and it not be the same thing. Wouldn't that hurt?]
[He hesitates-- not because he's trying to lie, but because he wants to be sure he's telling Giorno the actual truth, not just what he wants to hear.]
I think . . . I wouldn't have started doing it if I hadn't done it with her. So maybe in part, yeah, because some things are always gonna make me think of her. But . . . I like doing it because I like spending time with you like that. It's nice to just sit with you like that and talk about nothing and end the day like that.
[It makes a lot of sense, and he's not really sure why he didn't think of that himself. But either way . . . he nods, and he shifts a little to snuggle closer.]
I understand. I didn't mean to — if I said something wrong, I'm sorry.
[There's two ways to treat a Giorno apology: briskly or with excessive love. This is a time for the former, and so he simply draws him in closer and settles down. There are still flowers on his floor, and he wonders idly if Giorno has any intention of getting rid of them.]
You didn't say anything wrong. And if you want-- I'd like to hear about Narancia.
[He nods a little, curls up close. But there is one thing.]
. . . Um. I know you wanted to know about what Gold Experience can do, and . . . there's a lot more than that. So I don't know if you want to talk about that first.
[Which he's quick to point out, and obviously sort of fidgety, because — well, he understands Jotaro's misgivings even if he didn't at first. After a short pause, he pulls away a little and straightens his shoulders.]
Mm, it's called life shot, it . . . affects the way you perceive the world around you, so it feels like you're slowing down. Or time's speeding up.
Well, no wonder Jotaro was jumpy about it. He's a little jumpy just hearing about it-- but he doesn't pull away. He trusts Giorno not to do anything but tell him about it, not unless Polnareff requests otherwise.]
Useful. You could really mess with somebody's fighting abilities that way, if they thought they were a few seconds ahead or behind.
[You could do a lot of things with an ability like that.]
[He makes a face. A little, yeah, fingers in the mouth, that's a touch more than a little scary. And he's glad for that momentary distraction, because it lets him think about Bruno instead of Giorno's time-related ability.]
I'm not sure. It's not something I've worked with a lot. I don't . . . like it as much as the growing, the healing. But the longest I've ever done is a little under a minute, I think.
[Terrifying. Nauseating. Horrifying, and it doesn't matter Giorno can't stop time; it's very nearly the same thing. Polnareff rubs his hand against the back of his neck, his eyes darting down for a few seconds.]
[Just. Going to agree, there. It sure is. He chews his lip.]
There's not . . . a positive application for it. There's no way you can make that good, it only ever hurts. I don't like to think that that's a part of me, something that is only used to hurt.
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[Narancia or Abbachio, if he had to guess. Certainly not Mista, and Bruno was one of the others Giorno had listed as father-figure-like. But he doesn't know much about either boy, save for the fact they died. And while his gaze is soft, he doesn't smile-- because it's not silly. It's about the farthest thing from silly.]
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[Immediately, obviously caught off guard, he glances up at Polnareff as though he t hinks he's done something wrong. They were talking about Sherry, so he shouldn't have said anything, right?]
Narancia. You . . . I told Jotaro about him.
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[And Bruno had told him a lot more. Funny, isn't it-- because the way Bruno had talked about him, Polnareff had been imagining some fourteen year old, skinny and rebellious and still a child, really. But if he's older than Giorno-- god, what, sixteen, when all that shit went down?]
I want to hear about Narancia.
[An assurance, in reply to that somewhat alarmed look. But before they entirely leave the topic of Sherry--]
Y'know-- I did a bunch of girly stuff with Sherry, braiding her hair and all that. And I like doing it with you. And-- I just--
[How to say this...]
I don't do it with you just because I did it with her.
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[He chews his lip for a moment, before:]
But that is . . . part of the reason?
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I think . . . I wouldn't have started doing it if I hadn't done it with her. So maybe in part, yeah, because some things are always gonna make me think of her. But . . . I like doing it because I like spending time with you like that. It's nice to just sit with you like that and talk about nothing and end the day like that.
Make sense?
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[It makes a lot of sense, and he's not really sure why he didn't think of that himself. But either way . . . he nods, and he shifts a little to snuggle closer.]
I understand. I didn't mean to — if I said something wrong, I'm sorry.
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[There's two ways to treat a Giorno apology: briskly or with excessive love. This is a time for the former, and so he simply draws him in closer and settles down. There are still flowers on his floor, and he wonders idly if Giorno has any intention of getting rid of them.]
You didn't say anything wrong. And if you want-- I'd like to hear about Narancia.
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[He nods a little, curls up close. But there is one thing.]
. . . Um. I know you wanted to know about what Gold Experience can do, and . . . there's a lot more than that. So I don't know if you want to talk about that first.
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[Either direction means getting to know Giorno better-- but perhaps they've spoken of dead friends enough for the time being.]
What else can he do? Life, Requiem-- what else?
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The other thing . . . well, one of the other things. It scared Jotaro. So maybe I should just explain it?
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[What an ominous introduction.]
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[Which he's quick to point out, and obviously sort of fidgety, because — well, he understands Jotaro's misgivings even if he didn't at first. After a short pause, he pulls away a little and straightens his shoulders.]
Mm, it's called life shot, it . . . affects the way you perceive the world around you, so it feels like you're slowing down. Or time's speeding up.
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Well, no wonder Jotaro was jumpy about it. He's a little jumpy just hearing about it-- but he doesn't pull away. He trusts Giorno not to do anything but tell him about it, not unless Polnareff requests otherwise.]
Useful. You could really mess with somebody's fighting abilities that way, if they thought they were a few seconds ahead or behind.
[You could do a lot of things with an ability like that.]
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If I have to . . . but it's not — well, you know. It even scared Bruno, when we met. But he was being a little scary at the time, too.
["A LITTLE"]
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How long can you stretch it out, do you know?
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That's--
[Terrifying. Nauseating. Horrifying, and it doesn't matter Giorno can't stop time; it's very nearly the same thing. Polnareff rubs his hand against the back of his neck, his eyes darting down for a few seconds.]
Why don't you like it?
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[Just. Going to agree, there. It sure is. He chews his lip.]
There's not . . . a positive application for it. There's no way you can make that good, it only ever hurts. I don't like to think that that's a part of me, something that is only used to hurt.
And it scared Jotaro. I don't want to scare him.