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[digiorno]

buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!

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[silvercrusader]

Giorno, I think between the four of us, we can figure out one meal.

[He wrinkles his nose.]

I wonder if it'll be English food or Japanese food that she wants. I mean, either way, we'll get it down, but I hope it's Japanese.

[digiorno]

[He hesitates, thinking back. Something Holly said once . . . about Kujos. She is a Kujo now. So—]

She . . . is a mother in Japan. Holly Kujo. So I think Japanese food. I think that's what we should do.

I wonder if I know enough about ikebana to make it work . . .

[silvercrusader]

[He nods in agreement: all right, that sounds good, he isn't going to argue.]

What's ikebana?

[digiorno]

It's flower arranging. That's the word for it in Japan. It's more than that, though, it's like an art. Very traditional.

I only learned a little bit about it. I didn't want to learn too much in Italy, since it would've made me . . . I don't know. I just didn't want to. But I could try, at least.

[silvercrusader]

I bet you'd be good at it.

[He says it easily, the praise falling from his lips as he hoists himself up on the counter. He leans over, peering at the icing.]

What kind you making, vanilla?

[digiorno]

No no! Chocolate. Everything has to be chocolate, Papa, that's the rules.

. . . I'm not good at everything, you know.

[silvercrusader]

No? What're you bad at?

[He settles in. He can wait for cocoa powder before stealing some.]

[digiorno]

Ummmm.

[He pauses in his stirring, thinking deeply.]

I'm not good at . . . when I'm focused on something, I'm not good at focusing on something else instead.

[silvercrusader]

[That's fair. But--]

That's not exactly a flaw when you're in your line of work, I think.

[digiorno]

It can be. If we're fighting and someone sneaks up behind me. But that's what Mista's for.

[He dumps some cocoa powder into the bowl, bouncing on the balls of his toes.]

Mista is so great.

[silvercrusader]

[He likes seeing Giorno so happy, he really does.]

Tell me more about him.

[digiorno]

. . . You really want to open that door?

[Listen, he can make jokes at his own expense.]

What do you want to know?

[silvercrusader]

I know what I'm asking, all right.

[he offers a grin.]

I don't know. Anything. What makes you happy about him?

[digiorno]

Oh.

[That actually leaves him speechless for a bit. God, where does he start.]

I don't know, um . . . Everything? That's not a good answer.

I feel safe with him. Like nothing bad can happen if he's there. And I like the way he looks at me, like I'm so much to him that he forgets the rest of the world exists.

[silvercrusader]

[His smile softens somewhat.]

It's a good feeling, isn't it? To be with someone like that. To just be with them and be happy because they're around.

[digiorno]

Uh-huh. And I never—

[Ugh, oh no, he's getting all embarrassed now, shoulders hunched over the bowl.]

I mean, I was so . . . focused before, so I always looked but I never let myself get really invested, because I knew I had too much to do. And then I was invested in him without even meaning to be, and then I thought he liked me, and I didn't even realize how much I did until I started thinking about it.

[silvercrusader]

Sorry, was the realization of feelings before or after you stripped him down to heal him?

[digiorno]

Excuse you! I can think someone is attractive without being in love with them! I have eyes, Papa!

[Have some frosting smeared on your nose, sir.]

[silvercrusader]

That's worse! You can't say that with indignance, that's even worse, Giorno--

[He laughs and rubs the icing off, licking it as he does.]

Ohh, I didn't love him but I sure wanted to jump him-- I mean, I understand the feeling, who hasn't been there, but don't act like you're on the moral high ground.

[digiorno]

Well I did! And it would've been strange to do something while we were literally on the run, we were busy, but the opportunity arose so I took it.

[This is the rudest thing that's ever happened in his life.]

He's so nice-looking and he never wears normal shirts, you don't understand. I suffered. A lot. Every day.

[silvercrusader]

So you took off the non-normal shirt. I see.

[digiorno]

I don't regret a thing. And don't you judge me. It was worth it and I would do it again. I would do it now, I don't care. I am a very focused person with excellent self-control but there are limits.

[silvercrusader]

I'm not judging you! I'm just making sure I have the facts straight-- I'm your papa, I have to keep up on your love life. And your sex life, apparently.

[digiorno]

That wasn't sex. It was.

[He makes a vague noise.]

It was just what it was.

[That is, Giorno wanting something and just taking it.]

You started this anyway. I did warn you about opening the door. Now you have to listen to me talk about his abs.

[silvercrusader]

I meant emotionally. His personality. I never asked for this kind of crude description.

[But he gestures, flipping a hand vaguely, which means: go on.]