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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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[unholey]

Even though it's not your fault any of those things happened to him,
You wouldn't be here if they hadn't.
It's difficult.

Hm. I will have to think about that, next time I have to talk to him.
Because I have a hard time reading him, it's difficult for me to guess what his motivations are.
He once said that he didn't lie because it was "morally wrong"
Which is a pretty awful excuse for something so commonplace.

You donn't know about the latter. Maybe I actually put a lot of thought into the clothes I wear. I put a lot of thought into a lot of things.
Like today's sweater. I thought, "Would this annoy Giorno?" and realized yes but not enough which is why I put the floral one on instead
But if you want to: sure, why not?
To be frank I don't really care what I wear. I just find the range of reactions I get to be very entertaining

[digiorno]

you really do understand, just like that
that's incredible
you're exactly right, fugo
even if it's not my fault, i'm still a consequence

he can be very hard to read but i'm starting to think it's just because i expect people to lie
and he only really lies about whether or not he's all right
(he's not)

wait i really can?
i want to
i know you're trying to be rude but i'm too excited at this prospect so it won't work!!

[unholey]

A positive consequence, though.
I know that probably doesn't help much.
But I think it's an important distinction.

Wait. What you're telling me is that he wasn't bullshitting me when he said that?
He really just doesn't lie, save for about his own well-being?
There are a lot of things that are weird about Carlos, but that's up there.
In weirdness.

I figure you probably won't be a jackass about it, so yeah.
Go wild. I really don't care.

[digiorno]

it helps
well it helps in the sense that i know jonathan thought that and he was honest about that
honest to a fault
sort of like carlos actually
they're both weird in that way

i'm really excited fugo
i got to dress up kakyoin once it was a lot of fun

[unholey]

"Honest to a fault" is usually something you read about in books...
It's odd to see it as a descriptor for an actual person. Two actual people.

I wonder if I should be worried that I've just given you a blank check for Too Much Fun.
Oh well. It's too late now, I guess.

[digiorno]

isn't it strange? i still don't really know what to do with it
so i mostly just keep doing the same things i did before
but i feel guilty about it occasionally

no i promise i'll be good!! i won't make you wear anything stupid
kakyoin looked very beautiful fugo you can ask him he was happy
fashion is serious

[unholey]

Have you seen what Mista wears?
You don't want to know how much he paid for that god-awful sweater.
I know you like looking at his abdominal muscles, but it's so ugly.
And before you argue that I have no right to call any clothes ugly given what I like to wear:
I posit that my tastes make me an expert in ugly clothes.
Anyway. Fashion seems pretty arbitrary to me.
But I trust you in other things, so. Why not with clothes?

[digiorno]

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I LIKE LOOKING AT

anyway even if you're an expert in ugly clothes i'm an expert in pretty ones
in prettiness in general
so you will like it
or i'll fix it so you like it

[unholey]

A BRIEF, UNORDERED LIST OF THINGS GIOGIO LIKES LOOKING AT
- Flowers
- Trish
- Mista's abs
- Cute dogs*
- Gucci
- The mirror
- The sun setting over the ocean
- Makeup displays

* every dog is a cute dog

That seems like a fair hypothesis.
Like I said, I'll wear just about anything.
So whatever you choose will probably be ok.

[digiorno]

why are you being so rude to me i have done nothing to you today
anyway you're not on the list so it's a stupid list

okay what's your favorite color (strawberry is not a color!)

[unholey]

I'm rude every day. If you haven't noticed.
I don't see you denying any part of it. Because it's all true.
Meaning it's perfectly fine and accurate and doesn't me on it to prove my point.

I don't know. Lots? I like bright colors.
Red, I guess. Purple.
And for your information strawberry is absolutely a color.
It's a specific shade of pink.

[digiorno]

it's not accurate BECAUSE it doesn't have you on it
i like looking at you
a lot
all the time
what are you going to do about it

no it's not
but i will take note of those REAL colors and use them in . . . whatever i decide on
it's going to be very cute

[unholey]

Pointedly change the subject.
And attempt to avoid thinking about it next time I see you.
So we can at least try to have a normal conversation.

I don't know where I'm going to find it in this stupid city
But I'm going to find one of those little books of paint chips.
And then you'll have to take it back and admit strawberry's a real color.

[digiorno]

if that's what you want
cutie ♥

i will take it back but you can't just smear a strawberry on a card
that is cheating

[unholey]

[If Giorno is in his room, has left his door open, and is listening carefully, he will catch a mysterious mmgkk sound. As if someone got a text that embarrassed them deeply, but has no real grounds to fight on.]

I would NOT do that.
Because it'd be a waste of a good strawberry.
And the result wouldn't even be the color I'm thinking of.

[digiorno]

[Ah . . . he wins. He's lying on his stomach on the bed, and he kicks his feet in the air a little delightedly. Danny leans over and licks his face.]

okay then eat the strawberry
i'm going to bake you something with strawberry in it
i just decided
i will put the strawberries to proper use while you go on your paint quest

[unholey]

I will eat the strawberry because they're the best fruit and too good to waste on this kind of nonsense.
Anyway: fine, you keep yourself busy with that.
I'll go on a paint quest. I'll be back later this afternoon.

[digiorno]

don't be gone too long or i'll miss you ♥～(‘▽^人)

[unholey]

Okay.
I'm going to take my time and be extra thorough so I can stay out as long as I can.

[B Y E

And by that I mean, there's the sound of Fugo first closing his door between their rooms and then the main one in the hall before he darts down the stairs. He's super gone. Giorno will not catch him red in the face over a few stupid hearts over the watches.]

[digiorno]

[Giorno doesn't try to catch up. He'll let Fugo flee rather than chase him down--but he's giggling a lot in his room, and he lets himself just sort of be happy for a while, rolling back and forth across the comforter, before he rolls himself down to the kitchen.]

[What he's got in mind doesn't actually take long to make. It doesn't take much effort, either. It's a simple dish of strawberries, balsamic vinegar, and whipped mascarpone, savory and sweet. But it's super cute, and he's pretty pleased with it. He's sitting on a bar stool at the island in the kitchen and kicking his feet while inspecting his mostly-empty pudding cup when he hears the door open and perks up.]

Fugo? Solo Fugo ottiene spuntini.

[unholey]

[Despite his threat, Fugo's not gone for too long; only for a little more than an hour. First to the library, in the hopes of finding a proper color index and, when that fails, over to the hardware store to pour over a display of paint chips. But in the end he's come away triumphantly with a handful of cards in hand, one of which that proves without a doubt that strawberry is so a real color.

He's busy scuffing his shoes on the welcome mat in the front hall, trying to keep from bringing any dirt and debris into the house, when he hears Giorno's voice from the kitchen. So it's to the kitchen he heads towards, taking the foyer stairs two at a time and leaving all of the doors that connect the main hallway to the kitchen (of which there are four, meaning Mista would never come this way) open wide behind him.]

Found you! [He says, as if Giorno were lost to begin with. Like most times when he's pleased, Fugo doesn't quite grin. But his eyes are crinkled in the corners and his gestures are light and energetic, especially the way he drops his paint cards on the counter when he takes a seat on a stool next to Giorno. Instead of immediately going for the snack, he neatly and precisely lines the cards up so Giorno can see the scale of colors. And, very helpfully, points out strawberry between "summer punch" and "casino pink".] See? Told you it was a real color.

[digiorno]

Oh, there you are!

[He was already smiling, but once Fugo's in the kitchen with him his smile goes from forty watts to about two hundred. He rests his chin on his hand as Fugo gets settled, then pulls the ""strawberry"" card towards him with two fingers and a skeptical expression.]

. . . You know, it's very cute, but it doesn't really look pink, Fugo.

[It doesn't look pink anymore, actually. It looks very complicated and fabulous and also alive. It crawls up Giorno's forearm as he watches it with interest.]

Not compelling evidence, I have to say.

[unholey]

[Giorno is such a cheater. He's entirely duplicitous. Letting him escape to prove a point that doesn't really matter, plying him with snacks, just to turn his evidence into an admittedly very pretty looking mantis in the end. And the worst part is that he's not really mad about it, because those strawberries look very good, Giorno is smiling, and he really wants to know more about that mantis.]

Transforming my evidence doesn't make me any less right. [His hand snakes out for the glass of strawberries, examining it with interest before he neatly fishes out a bite with a spoon.] What species is that?

[digiorno]

[His grin goes a little toothy for a moment. He wins. He wins, and he's distracted Fugo, and this bug is really pretty. He lifts his arm so Fugo can see the way it moves, slowly, like a leaf moving in the wind.]

Idolomantis diabolica. The devil's flower mantis. Do you know what a deimatic display is? Look . . .

[He ducks his head a little, getting closer than the mantis seems to appreciate; it moves quickly into a threatening posture. Heck off.]

[And he does, of course, respectfully.]

They live in Africa. In the rainforests there. Pretty, right?

[unholey]

[Fugo watches, completely distracted from their former argument by the delicate and precise movements of the mantis, a spoonful of strawberry and mascarpone poised in the air.]

[He murmurs, appreciatively:] Sei bella...

[Ah, right. The dessert. Fugo takes his bite while he both puts the name and the facts Giorno has presented him with to memory and calls up the definition of deimatic display. He doesn't recite it immediately, instead taking time to make a second appreciative noise about the strawberries. They're very, very good.]

Deimatic display: any pattern of threatening or startling behavior. In this case, the subject is making itself seem larger and is displaying warning coloration.