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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]

its gossip you know
its gossip about your papa
this was going to be a gift

[digiorno]

oh
what
well why didn't you just say that i'm on my way down

[ZOOM]

[silvercrusader]

[He will zoom into a somewhat sulky Polnareff. Nothing can truly bring him down today, of course, because of what's in the fridge, but it's a little hurtful, having your son doubt you. Polnareff sits up on the counter, a glass of milk in one hand, his watch in the other.]

[digiorno]

Papa!

[The prospect of gossip has cheered him significantly, leading him to sparkle his way at top speed into the kitchen, leaping up next to Polnareff and throwing his arms around his neck, smooching him all over his face.]

Buon giorno, Papa! [!!!!!!!!!!!]

[silvercrusader]

[He accepts those kisses. He even wraps his arm around Giorno, returning that hug, tugging him in close. But his expression is that of a man scorned.]

I see the threats have stopped now that I have gossip, hm?

[digiorno]

In the absence of currency . . .

[The loudest of kisses right next to Polnareff's ear.]

Gossip will do just fine, Papa.

[silvercrusader]

I'm just saying, it wouldn't kill you to have a little more faith in me.

[But he nods towards the fridge.]

There's a French dessert in there. My favorite French dessert, actually. I didn't bake it, but there it is.

[It's not even fresh gossip, but he doesn't know that. It's the intent that counts.]

I need you to teach me how to make this weird inky Italian pasta. With mussels.

[digiorno]

[And that's when Giorno's eyes]

[go]

[SO BIG]

[wide as saucers, absolutely, after I didn't bake it, but there it is, and he positively gasps before clapping his hands over his mouth. Nothing after those words was processed, at all.]

[silvercrusader]

Yeah.

[He might have reacted fairly similarly when he first discovered it.]

It's good, too. It's really good. He got them perfect.

[digiorno]

Papa.

[PAPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He punches Polnareff in the arm a few times. PAPA HOLY FUCK]

I told you! I told you I told you I told you!

[silvercrusader]

[He laughs despite himself, half out of happiness and half out of amusement at Giorno's reaction.]

You're still not allowed to talk to him yet. I want to do this right-- I've got a few ideas on that, actually.

[digiorno]

I'm not going to talk to him! I mean, I am, but not about this. What are your ideas? What ideas do you have? Papa! Tell me.

[giorno breathe]

[silvercrusader]

The boat's all but done. Might make it real obvious once we finish for good. I mean, you know, make it something that isn't just teasing flirting, but really obvious shit.

[That's his general plan of action, anyway: to just start flirting more aggressively.]

Or I could just tell him j'ai envie de toi next French lesson. Ti voglio. Say it just right, all low tone of voice, that'll pretty much get the message across. Especially if we're on my bed again.

[digiorno]

[. . .]

[................]

[Giorno kind of squints at him.]

You don't . . . think you should just tell him?

[silvercrusader]

No.

[Or, well-- he does, actually, he's usually in favor of that kind of blunt approach, but:]

It'll come out wrong, I do it like that. I'll mean one thing and he'll take it another way.

[Words aren't exactly his forte. And while it's okay for, say, Kakyoin to be so straightforward when confessing to Jotaro, Polnareff doesn't want to mess this up.]

[digiorno]

. . . Oh.

[That actually makes a lot of sense. It's thoughtful. It's cautious, but not overcautious. And it shows an understanding both of Polnareff and of Bruno that's admirable.]

[That squint is quickly turning into a bright smile.]

You're so wonderful.

[silvercrusader]

[Oh. Well. He huffs a laugh and leans over, kissing the top of Giorno's head.]

It'll happen. These things happen. I'll flirt and he'll pick up on it sooner or later, and either he'll return it or he won't.

[A little wryly:]

As he's heard, I've done this before.

now that this thread is FUCKING TRAGIC!!!!!!!

[digiorno]

Mm? "This"?

[He wriggles, pleased at the kiss, and maneuvers so he's scooted under Polnareff's arm.]

Fallen in love, or flirted? Because everyone knows you flirt all the time with everyone.

DRAMATIC IRONY AT ITS FINEST

[silvercrusader]

I haven't fallen in love with him.

[There's a pretty big distinction. He tugs Giorno in close, jostling him a little.]

But I meant be in a steady relationship. Not just flirting, but something-- you know. More.

[A boyfriend, that's what he means.]

[digiorno]

[With a vague murmur of reproach — don't jostle him! — he leans his head on Polnareff's shoulder and hums a little.]

I don't understand the difference between liking someone a lot and being in love with them. But that's all right.

So you mean you haven't done it before? Been with someone like that. Or just not with a boy?

[silvercrusader]

Just not with a boy.

[He settles in, his back resting on the kitchen wall, Giorno comfortable under his arm. They're good like this, he and his son; he likes it when they're snuggled together like this.]

I've never done any of this with a boy. There was . . . a few, at home, that I should've, but I didn't.

[digiorno]

Hmm.

[He inspects his nails briefly, kicks his feet back and forth as he contemplates. Then he smiles.]

So. Do you want to talk about the boys you wanted to do that with? Or all the one million things you're nervous about? Or how nice it is to kiss boys? Or do you want to talk about something else entirely? We could even talk about girls if you wanted. I'm generous like that.

[silvercrusader]

Oh, well, aren't you sweet--

[He jostles him again, though he tugs him in close for another hug immediately afterwards.]

You would've liked him, you know. Abdul.

[So clearly, the choice is: boys you wanted to do that with.]

Two months I spent wanting to kiss him. I can still tell you what he smelled like.

[digiorno]

Papa!

[Stop with the jostling. Stop, because he's stopping himself from asking why didn't you just do it then, because he knows that isn't fair, that Polnareff isn't him. He'll be good.]

[Instead:]

What did he smell like.

[silvercrusader]

Sandalwood.

[It's an instant answer, and he's not as self-conscious about that as he would have a few months ago.]

He could tell you your fortune, too-- I mean, really tell it to you, not just faking it. He taught me a little one night. I could probably do it now, a little. But, uh, yeah, sandalwood. And you should've seen him in battle. I never stood a chance-- I mean, not that I'd tell him that, but the guy was brilliant. You'd love Magician's Red, he was great-- his Stand was fire-based, right, but it wasn't just blind fire. He could control the flames, direct every one of them where to go. I never stood a chance.