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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]

She's--

[What's a metaphor? He glances away for a long moment, Giorno's face still held firmly between two chubby hands, his own expression drawn. Finally:]

Prettier than anyone, ever ever.

[There. That about sums it up.]

She looks a little like Sherry! [Y'know, because Giorno knows what Sherry looks like. Why wouldn't he?] She says Sherry will look like her when she gets older, but I don't think so. She was all ugly as a baby, and then it took her forever to get hair, and she doesn't even know how to walk that good yet, so how's she gonna be pretty?

[digiorno]

Because all girls are pretty.

[Sorry, Jean. This is just a fact. Girls are Beautiful.]

[silvercrusader]

[He gives him a rather disbelieving little look.]

No.

[A helpful little correction.]

[digiorno]

Hmm . . .

[HMM.]

. . . yes.

[silvercrusader]

No--

[He wiggles again, scowling.]

No, they're not, they can't all be, that doesn't make sense.

[digiorno]

Yes, it does.

[Whoops, are you wiggling, Jean? Now you're getting flipped over Giorno's shoulder. What are you gonna do about it.]

Girls are all very pretty. Some prettier than others, but all pretty, and all perfect. Those are the rules.

[silvercrusader]

Let go!

[No, no, this isn't fair, and he wiggles all the harder, legs kicking, trying like hell to get out of this.]

That's a stupid rule!

[digiorno]

Don't kick me! If you kiss me you have to tell girls they're pretty twice as much.

[THE HORROR.]

[silvercrusader]

You're bullying me! You can't tell me what to do anyway, you're not my Mama, I'm not going to tell any girl she's pretty ever!

[Kick kick kick, but given the way he's thrown over Giorno's shoulder, all he really manages to do is wiggle ineffectively.]

[digiorno]

Yes you will. You'll realize I'm right and say, oh wow, Giorno was almost as smart as my mama!

[Don't make him tickle you, punk.]

But you're right. I am bullying you.

[silvercrusader]

I won't say that.

[But he's very small, and this is getting tiring. Jean slumps down, grumbling that quietly against Giorno's back.]