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ic inbox ( ruby city ) Ⅲ
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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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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do we even care about time anymore
i have something very important to discuss with you ξ◥▶◀◤✧
no tbh
/throws glitter
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10/6 - [text]
AXYRIDIS
[This is sent during the middle of the day, with no explanation or follow-up.]
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[GOOD]
[He's grinning like crazy when he responds.]
how long have you been working on that one?
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giorno there's so much candy in the shops giorno
ten million different kinds
do you want some
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text; probably like the 8th or something
how would you remove a tooth? Maybe two.
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WHAT DID YOU DO INIZIO
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it's not that urgent
but also my hand hurts
2. i know youre good at animals
does that extend to dragons
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[the rest of this can wait Papa's Hand Hurts]
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text; sometime after 11/7-ish
How much do you know about classical music?
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truthfully? very little
why
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november - pretty late at night
[A pause, and then a second text.]
If you have, don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow.
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however: i'm awake.
what's going on?
[A pause. Then:]
if you're going to do that thing where you pretend nothing is actually wrong on second thought, don't do that.
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timelines are for squares anyway??
[Which is why it comes as quite the surprise when Giorno never turns up. A surprise and cause for a mild amount of concern because it simply isn't like Giorno to avoid being alone with Bruno like this.]
Giorno, [he says, knocking on his bedroom door,] if you're not busy, I could use some help with dinner.
[A job normally reserved for Fugo, occasionally borrowed by Lucy, and once in a while absconded by Polnareff. But tonight, it's Giorno's.]
& we aren't squares we're TRIANGLES
[He knows Bruno. If not now, then later. So he might as well.]
[Blah. He readjusts his headband and stands, giving Bruno a faint smile.]
Of course. What are we making?
SCREAMS NO, NOT TRIANGLES
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blocks u forever
▽▽▽▽▽▽▽▽▽▽▽ ;3a
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11/26 | well looky here
birth
b i r t h
star
hello
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happy birthday! or buon compleanno
is it time for pudding?
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and so it begins
[ This feels impromptu and strange after their latest conversation, and she hopes he doesn't think she's taking advantage of his kindness-- because the ideal outcome with the portrait is it gives Fugo a little nudge. Is it half helping him or not? Either way, she figures she has to ask. For Fugo's sake. ]
Rohan is weird.
Um, basically I asked him for a few gifts for some... people. Apparently, he couldn't be bothered because of his stern dislike of one of the subjects. I told him I'd do anything, and his answer to anything was to ask you to tell him one personal truth.
Naturally, I bet you could tell him the sky is blue or something, and even though it's true he'd slam the door in your face. And I understand this is a big favor, so um, I'll owe you a big favor, because that's how this works. If not, I understand not wanting to... tell anything truthful or otherwise to that guy, but! Um, there you go.
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fin.
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12/10 | after the kappa-ning
It's nothing pressing, just — I suppose I'm looking for someone to talk to. A confidante, if you will.
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Or rather, where can I do it, I suppose. Do you prefer your confidantes to converse with you face to face or remotely?
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Alstroemerias, daffodils, asters, and yellow roses come together in a sunrise-colored bouquet. Attached is a note with some beginner's caligraphy-- From Kurama's Flower Shop. The footsteps leading to and from the store have snowed over slightly. ]
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[The rest is just a matter of a little time and care. He brings the flowers inside, sits them near the espresso machine, and lets them warm beside it. Once everything's properly started, he spends a few moments talking to them, paying attention generally, sprucing up their petals with idle touches. Once they're good as new again, he sets them in a prominent place on the counter where he can see them no matter where he is in the shop before taking a picture and sending it to Tonika.]
You did a beautiful job.
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week of christmas sometime [video]
Out of the corner of the frame, a hand with spindly fingers painted a shade of purple that's just shy of being obnoxious sets down a second mug; there are no marshmallows in this one, so it's difficult to guess what might be in it. But it's probably some sort of tea, since everyone knows that it's long past the hour when coffee becomes Forbidden For Certain Members Of A Certain Household. Offscreen, someone clears their throat and begins to speak:]
Macroglossum stellatarum, colloquially known as the hummingbird hawk moth, is a day-flying moth that has evolved to greatly resemble... [It seems that whoever is reading aloud from a book. A bug book. Perhaps even: a big bug book.]
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[. . . thinks Giorno Giovanna, a simple child with simple desires, who only wants to talk about bugs and eat pudding with cute boys who have nicely-painted nails. Really, let's be honest: there was never any chance that this trap would not immediately work.]
[Giorno is in his room, as he so often is in the evening, when he receives this message. He gasps so sharply that Danny looks up in mild alarm from his spot at the foot of the bed before whuffling and putting his head back down. It's just Giorno being Giorno.]
[Giorno, being Giorno, scrambles up and across the room for the door immediately. He isn't thinking this through. Not even a little. Not when pudding is at stake. Not when Fugo is going to both pay attention to and read to him. Why wait? So he hustles towards Fugo's door, throws it open and--]
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12/25 sometime
[Inside is this, made of emerald and carefully crafted twisted wire.]
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Noriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii--
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1/16 like late morning or something idk time is a construct
you're a good friend and i'm glad that i was able to meet you
i know i've said that before but i needed to say it again.
replies 5 weeks and 2 days late with starbucks....... rip
um
i feel the same way about you
are you all right?
time is fake
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shortly after the cactusening
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OH
sorry yes. yes. gold experience.
do you want to talk to him?
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2/14 - [action, kind of]
(He might have tried to make them anyway, if not for the thought that Giogio doesn't like it when I don't sleep on purpose that was quickly followed by Lucy wouldn't either. So he scaled back to truffles, which took all of an hour and a half to make, clean up, and hide in their refrigerator before tip-toeing up the stairs to lie back down next to Giorno.)
He's never given much thought to Valentine's Day, other than to point out to Mista that he should hold off on buying chocolate in February until after the day so he can take advantage of sales. It's more of an American sort of holiday. He's never had anyone to give chocolate to. But now he has Giorno in his life; his boyfriend, a word that still feels strange in his thoughts and clumsy in mouth. Social shorthand. And Giorno is very excited about the holiday, to the point where he's practically been buzzing about it. Fugo knows he has something planned. It may or may not be ridiculous and over the top.
Fugo's own plans are quiet. Once Giorno has buzzed out of his bedroom, Fugo slid in to place two items on his dressing table: a little plate of truffles, neatly arranged, and a puzzle box with a note tucked away in the secret drawer. He thought a lot about the note, too, which ended up as simple as the chocolates: Mio corpo, mio cuore, la mia anima: questi sono tutto tuo. Ti amo, aishiteru, I love you. Fugo. He doesn't expect Giorno to figure out the trick to opening it today; but that's fine. It's a note that's true every day. And he's sure Giorno will hear most of it from own mouth today.]
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[In the end, he settled on a few gestures that are (for him) very small. But--but. But he isn't sure when, or how, to give them, and in all of his buzzing he forgot that the easiest way to figure out something complicated to do with Fugo is just to talk to him about it. So he's still mulling over potential methods when he comes back to his room and--oh.]
[Oh.]
[Giorno . . . honestly stands speechless for a little while, just looking at the things on his dresser. He tastes the truffles, which are very close to perfect. And then he washes his hands with utmost care, dries them for a full minute on his fluffiest towel, and starts in on the puzzle box.]
[The only problem is, while he does make some progress on it, and enjoys it a lot--because he loves this kind of challenge, like Fugo knows he does, Fugo is a good boyfriend, Fugo is the best boyfriend--he works on it for an hour and a bit before finally acknowledging that he won't be able to solve it today.]
[It makes him nervous. Is he allowed to stop? Is he ruining this because he can't figure it out right away? Maybe Fugo overestimated his intelligence. That would be so embarrassing, if he was supposed to solve it today, now, and he's going to have to say he can't . . . but also, he can't. And he wants to spend time with Fugo anyway, not with this box, and--and his buzzing has intensified, a lot.]
[Eventually he comes to the nervous decision that he's buzzing too much to go find Fugo just now, so he texts him instead.]
FUGO
I CANT figure it out im sorry
ive been trying!!!! did i ruin everything (❁°͈▵°͈)
[The emoji is meant to convey humor. Haha, he's not actually worried about this! But he is. He really is.]
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post-mirror event;
[But that control might not always be possible, and it could be taken from her at a moment's notice. She needs to do something to protect the people here, especially the ones she cares about the most.]
[Elena thinks of Abigail first. Out of all the people here, Abigail knows exactly what she is, and probably knows all of the powers and weaknesses that come with being a vampire. It'd save Elena having to admit to anything she's been hiding, and it'd save her a little time in explanation. The problem is, there's really no feasible way for Abigail to get Elena what she needs to have a little insurance that people are going to be safe.]
[There is one person though that she thinks might be a possibility, someone who can make plants grow tall with hardly a thought about it.]
[He knows something, that much is obvious. That doesn't make it easier than talking to Abigail, but a little easier than if she was going to try and talk to anyone else about this. The part that makes it harder than Abigail is that she doesn't know what exactly it is he suspects, or if that he's managed to articulate anything concretely about what she is. It's just the way he looks at her at times... He's just too kind to push her on spilling her truth. Or maybe he's just waiting to see how long it takes until she does. Elena couldn't say which it is, though she'd prefer the former over the latter. Especially once she makes the decision to ask him.]
i'd like to talk to you privately. i have a favor to ask, but i'd rather do it in person. do u have time later tonight to meet me somewhere?
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[One: Fugo likes her. Fugo has been slowly but surely making friends and, whether he knows it or not, it's been making him stronger and more settled in his foundation. She is Fugo's friend, and protecting Fugo is Giorno's priority. Therefore, protecting Elena is to a certain extent his priority as well.]
[Two: she's interesting, but he can't tell yet if she's dangerous when provoked. Certainly she's not doing anything dangerous now, when allowed to go about her business. So Giorno has considered it to his advantage to keep observing her rather than making any moves in particular.]
[But it seems she's come to him, which is interesting in itself. She seems like such a private person, and she really doesn't know him, so why? Maybe she's more observant than he expected. Maybe she's noticed him noticing all the things wrong with her, frowning at her too-quick reflexes and the inconstant rhythm of her breathing. Maybe she's noticed the one or two times her deadness has hit him in the gut and brought up memories, and the way he went a little pale because of it.]
[Either way, he isn't going to let the opportunity for more information pass him by.]
I can make time, yes. Is there somewhere in particular you'd like to meet? If all else fails, I can lock up the shop early and we can use the office space. If you'd rather meet somewhere else that's fine as well, of course.
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4/21; do not blaze it
[So, Giorno gets a text fairly early that day that's simple and to the point.]
If you see any dinosaurs around, stay away from them. It doesn't matter how big or small they are. Leave them alone and get away as quietly as you can.
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that said: thank you for the warning, i think. is this about the confusion going around?
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5/23
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LETTER;
Dear Giorno,
I hope you understand why I've chosen to write this. It's not a rejection of what you have both said and implied a number of times. I know there will always be a place for me and that regardless of how long the time here lasts, I'm alive while I'm here. But we cannot ignore the fact that there will come a time when I won't be there because one of us has left this place. No matter how much we might wish it to be otherwise, that's the reality of the situation. In the event that I am the one to go while you remain, I don't want to vanish without another word. That's why I'm writing to you.
Since we've been here, I've questioned a few things about how things were left at home when I died. I haven't lost faith in you. I still believe you are the right person with the right abilities to lead Passione in the direction it should have been traveling from the beginning. But I've often questioned what exactly you were having to sacrifice to get there, and whether or not that sacrifice was too much to ask of you. In the end, I was worried that you might make similar mistakes as I did. They may not lead to complacency as they did for me, but the path ahead could become harder to see and to see through to the end.
If I'm honest, I sometimes still worry because I see how strongly you try to divide who you were long before I met you and who you are now. A divide like that will break you sooner or later and if you break, so will those close to you and Passione because the man you are becoming grows from the boy you once were. The two are inseparable. But even as I worry, I'm hopeful that won't always be the case for you after seeing you around Fugo and Polnareff.
You are surrounded by people who love you, Giorno, even the parts you don't want them to see or know. Until you can trust in yourself -- your whole self -- trust in them to show you how and forgive yourself when you're not ready for that yet.
I'm glad we got this time together and I've had the chance to know you as you were, as you are, and as you will be. I could not have asked for more in the time I've been given.
Ti voglio bene.
Bruno
circa daemon event
[By the time Giorno walks into the kitchen, Bruno's has the sink ready to start washing dishes. It's likely without the physical presence of the penguin by his foot that there'd be little difference between any other time he does this particular chore. Short of actually sitting on his foot, Alessia has made herself comfortable on the floor while Bruno sorts the dishes, separating the least dirty from the most.]
[He looks over his shoulder at Giorno when he hears his approaching footsteps, offering him a mild smile of acknowledgment before his attention turns back to the task at hand.]
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Buon giorno, [Giorno sing-songs, and Haru echoes it, somewhat belatedly and much more quietly.] Can we help?
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