You have to just accept there's one person in the whole world you can't always charm. Which is pretty good odds, actually. Most people can't do it at all to anyone.
[He slithers down to rest in the crook of Polnareff's arm. Why are they still on the floor? Who can say. Then he pets Polnareff's hair, also very careful not to disturb it.]
[The floor is cold and refreshing, that's why. It's very good for your back, lying on the floor. Everyone ought to try it. Plus? Anyone who comes into the kitchen automatically has to pay attention to them. Win/win/win.]
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[So breezy.]
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You're gonna tell me about exercising?
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[Listen. Son. You are not the first relative who liked to be picked up; he knows the pitfalls of this.]
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I can't believe you don't love me enough to carry me in your arms.
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[How very dare you? He just nearly killed you with his love, don't doubt it.]
It's a matter of tactics! Planning! I want to be able to carry you all day!
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[whimpers . . . desolately . . .]
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You're going to get spoiled if I keep this up, but I just can't say no to that face.
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[Yeah, that's right: heh. Heh.]
I win. [|3]
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[He tips his head up again, eyes narrowing.]
Don't be smug. That's not cute.
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[sparkles cutely]
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[He has endured baby sisters. He can withstand this adorableness.]
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[frowns]
[SPARKLES MORE???]
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You're very cute, loulou. But it doesn't work on me.
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[He sags pathetically, leaning against Polnareff's hands in despair. Again.]
How do I cope with this?
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[He flops back over, lying on Polnareff's chest. What a dismal life he lives.]
You're still charmed by me sometimes, right?
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[He pats the top of his head, still quite careful not to disturb his hair. What a good father he is.]
Just not when you're trying to get me to do things, that's all. You're very charming in general. It's why we get along so well.
[Because that's Polnareff in a nutshell: charming. Absolutely the correct word to use for him, no doubt.]
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[He slithers down to rest in the crook of Polnareff's arm. Why are they still on the floor? Who can say. Then he pets Polnareff's hair, also very careful not to disturb it.]
You're very charming too, Papa.
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You think so?
[He likes compliments, okay.]
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[It's honest, from Giorno's perspective; Polnareff is larger than life. He snuggles in closer and blinks up at Polnareff.]
You're charming and you bring happiness with you wherever you go. I feel stronger when I'm near you because of that.