[The magitek's controlled by thought, so there's no way for this to be an accidental call, but it sure as hell sounds like one at first. There's a rustle of fabric and a yelp of pain, along with some fragments of conversation-- a moment or two passes with only those empty sounds as a greeting.]
Damn it--
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but no sorry you still gotta deal with his dumb ass, have a text]
Hey so up to how much damage can you heal would you say
[first of all, jin's not gonna give him this but giorno will definitely run across this but as one of those anime titty sweaters let's just get that out of the way
BUT ALSO
one morning, wherever he's camped out, he'll find a spider in a small leather pouch-- a brooch shaped like one, to be exact, carved out of a green stone and set in a golden-colored metal. there's a scrap of paper bearing a message inside the bag, too:]
Thank you for the help.
[it's unsigned, but it's probably not too much of a stretch to work out who the gift's from.]
[This sweater . . . is fucking ugly. But Giorno will wear it. Let's be really honest.]
[This brooch, on the other hand, is strangely, bizarrely, unsettlingly nice. It shows a thoughtfulness that makes no sense when set next to anything Giorno has noted from Jin other than Asher's word, and he's fairly certain Asher is biased. So.]
[He stares at it for a while, frowning. This is irritating. He doesn't like when people's actions don't match up with their perceived motivations and previously observed behaviors. He sort of wants to punch Kung Jin the face. That probably wouldn't be constructive, though.]
[Is he going to be mature about this? Ugh. He guesses so.]
You didn't have to thank me, you know. But this was very kind of you. Especially since I'm pretty sure you don't actually like me.
[Asher shows up at the ice sculpture, admittedly looking a little worse for the wear in that absolutely horrendous Christmas get-up he has yet to ditch. It occurs to him that he's never actually met Giorno in person, and once again he's surprised.
Up close, the other looks so very young and small, especially with an expression like that. Again, he's uncomfortable, reminded of the fact that ALASTAIR puts children to work when Asher feels they should be elsewhere. From a short distance away, the 1L steps closer, uttering a soft and careful:]
[Giorno looks a hell of a lot smaller in person, it's true. Especially like this--because usually he puts a great deal of effort into appearing impervious, into using his charisma to best effect, to winning people over to him and making sure they don't slip into thinking that he's some kind of mark. Now, though, his shoulders are a little slumped, his hands hanging between his knees. He still looks put-together, just tired.]
[He doesn't shy away from Asher, exactly, but his expression isn't inviting. His smile comes out wan.]
[So here's a dilemma that he hadn't considered in Perdition's Rest because it hadn't been particularly relevant: the translation magic doesn't work on written text outside of Oska.
And now. He's posing as a high-school student in America. Sai got by on his first day by being an extremely quick notetaker, but the problem presents itself in "homework"...he can't write in English.]
do you know the language from woodhurst? if so, i have a favor to request
I see your magitek's letting me send you stuff again, so when you're actually back:
- Things are crazy right now. If you havent already gathered from the sustained rioting outside. If you want the cliffsnotes version / haven't had anyone tell you yet, let me know. - Fugo is fine and I assume the people you were housed with are too. I kept an eye on him. - We also stole a car together, it was great. - ALASTAIR hasnt sent me on a separate mission yet, tell me what yours was like?
[he's... going to pointedly not mention polnareff, as he assumes fugo will have had A Talk with giogio about the situation already...]
1. I love a good riot, but not like this. Yes, please, to the cliffs notes. Although I don't know why they'd be on cliffs? I assume you just mean a summary.
2. You really took care of Fugo for me?
3. WHAT KIND
5. It was a bit of a matchmaking mission honestly. I liked most of it.
[Out of nowhere, Giorno will receive a short video transmission that will reveal a mess of dark hair and freckles buried beneath what looks to be a pile of blankets. It zooms in on the shaolin's sleeping face, and soon the don will be able to hear a fit of poorly concealed laughter.]
can u believe this bitch
it's 9:30 PM and he's
[oh my god he's zoomin in even CLOSER is that a little snore]
[Sai almost doesn't message Giorno. Hesitates for quite some time, in fact. It's a waste of time, impractical, pointless ... and yet, it continues to needle at him, not least because he's still in Naruto's apartment, and he can't think of any logical reason why. It's true what he had said about it being wise to consolidate their forces, but they aren't currently fighting. They weren't particularly making or planning to make any kind of tactical maneuver at all, which more or less invalidates the necessity of proximity.
Even less logically - he isn't guarding the quarantine. There are others, of course; his presence is far from required, but the fact of the matter remains.
And when he searches for an explanation, he keeps coming back to what Giorno had said, earlier in the mall. Was it worry, after all? Though Sai is familiar with uncertainty, with concerns about the completion of a mission or of objectives, worry is an entirely different animal. What did it feel like, to worry? Is that what he was experiencing now, why he felt the urge to find Naruto? Why he couldn't bring himself to leave, afterward?
Eventually, he requests to use Naruto's shower -- claims the plumbing in his building was damaged by the infected, and turns on the water ... before he sits on the ledge of the tub, sifts through contact info in his jewelcomm, and finds Giorno's.
If Sai understood the concept of embarrassment, it's probably what he would be feeling right now. Instead, there's just a vague discomfort as he thinks his message. Ever the pragmatist, of course, he doesn't begin with his question. Instead:]
[It would be an odd question from most other people--most especially from civilians. But Sai is not a civilian, and as such the question even in all its formality gives Giorno a certain measure of comfort in the midst of this chaos. It even makes him smile, the tiniest ghost of an expression as he reads the message and answers--honestly for once, even.]
[Things aren't great. They're decidedly bad, honestly. The party was fun, at least, and it was wonderful to get closer to all of his wonderful friends, but...
Well. Mettaton isn't the type of person to ask for advice. Stars burn; they don't have time for weakness. So, sometimes you just need to get creative.]
Gigi, darling, you wouldn't happen to have a second, would you? I'm writing a script and I'm positively stumped!!
[Giorno's thoughts are moving slowly today. Tomorrow is a big day, which he plans to thoroughly ignore. Even so, attention from Mettaton is--well, pretty much the epitome of attention. So, although his thought process can be roughly described as ? upon receiving this text, because has Mettaton ever asked for anything from him ever, no . . . he still responds with some amount of promptness.]
[Outside of Giorno's hotel room, he'll find a small, pink operatarta covered in raspberries and sprigs of mint. With it is a note, inscribed with the message:
"Thanks for coming to my party, Gigi. Be sure to share this with Fugi. ;)
PS: The script is currently under rewrites. Maybe a romantic subplot isn't such a bad idea after all.
-MTT"
It tastes... okay. Look, he's a television chef, it's not like he has a Michelin Star.]
Edited (i can't type right now i'm sorry) 2017-04-24 00:07 (UTC)
[Giorno is . . . perhaps disproportionately excited about this. He's never had anyone make him a cake before! Definitely not a cake that's so pink. It's also incredibly sweet and only mediocre-tasting, but that's okay. It's the thought that counts, and the thought is gratitude for his presence.]
[And then there's the postscript. Giorno's eyes go wide as he reads it, his mouth a perfect O of curiosity and delight. He eats a couple of little pieces, then carefully separates most of the raspberries onto a plate for Fugo, careful to scrape off most of the icing. He leaves the note, too.]
They're not quite like the ones I remember-- I think they're made out of some native plant jelly and not egg-- but some accounting bird mentioned you like pudding.
[That's what Giorno thinks: :O and then, after a few moments, :O!!!!! Because Fugo keeps tattling on him, but if it leads to something like this . . . maybe he doesn't mind so much.]
[When Giorno had first contacted him over the network, Asher had, admittedly, been furious.
Sure, his behavior was childish at best, but the teenager knows nothing of what went down. He hates that somehow, he always seems to be the bad guy, especially when he was in the right or trying to do the right thing. Still, the law student is keen enough to know when he's done wrong, and he cares enough about Giorno and even Mettaton to reach out. So he sends a call the other's way, tone sheepish.]
[It's been a little while, now. When he gets the message from Asher, he's pissed, but mostly he's worried. He doesn't mean to snap, but he snaps, and it's not righteous, it's--]
Half of the lack of response was due to anger. You don't speak to loved ones out of tone. You don't worry people with your emotions. You calm down first.
The second half was due to throwing his magitek to the ground and using his boyfriend as a pillow while he took several long hours worth of upset napping.
...so it takes a moment before Mettaton finally responds.
At this point, the anger has boiled over to a familiar numbness. The argument is over. There's nothing that can be fixed. It's time to put a smile back on and keep going forward.
[The thing is, anything could be in this maze. Anything, anyone. It would be bad enough all on its own, just this stupid maze, without people falling apart like this. He hadn't realized how panicked he'd be by radio silence from Mettaton until it happened. And now--]
[Now he finally gets a message back and immediately wants to cry. The answer comes immediately.]
You're okay? You're not hurt? I couldn't find you.
[Danny is an enormous dog. This ... is simply a new fact of Fugo's life, now. His nose is long and ponderous. His ears are voluminous and extremely canny. And his paws are... well. They're simply an unstoppable force. Of mess, anyway.
Dogs, as it turns out, bring in a truly enormous amount of dirt. And they shed: a lot. Thank God there isn't any carpet in their bedroom; their blankets might be a lost cause when it comes to hair removal, but at least he's winning the floor wars.]
[Danny is also extremely energetic. When he's awake, he is awake. Part of their daily routine is now making sure Danny works out that energy outside so he's not quite so wild in their small personal space. Fugo has found that two methods work particularly well: morning runs and afternoon games of fetch. They've procured a collection of tennis balls, which they keep in a little bag near the door.
This afternoon, Fugo has taken a few of the balls and Danny out to a quiet spot near Oska's lake; the plan is to meet Giorno there for lunch. Usually it's Fugo's job to find the food, but his stomach is touch today--he's not really sick in a contagious sort of way. His nerves are just bothering him a little, that's all. So he's outside in the open keeping Danny occupied while Giorno puts together something for them to eat.
They've been at it for a while, now. This time when Danny gravely returns his, at this point, very dirty and slobbery ball next to Fugo's knees, he gravely flops down next to Fugo in the grass and rests his solemn face on his lap. He looks up at Fugo with imploring eyes.
Where Is Lunch. Where is Giorno. Have They Been Abandoned. Why Is He Forbidden From Jumping In The Lake. He Is So Hungry. Why Is No One Petting Him.]
Yeah, yeah. [Fugo can at least solve one of these problems. He reaches down to pet Danny around the ears, a cautious smile tugging on one corner of his mouth.] Your life's the worst.
[He's never lived with a dog before. And Danny is, to be completely honest, a great deal of work. But Fugo thinks... that he likes it. At the very least, it's interesting. Even if Danny seems to think it's his job to crush him when it's time for bed.]
[Giorno has spent a lot of time putting this picnic basket together. Yes, it is an actual picnic basket. It's got a cloth on top of it and everything. It has sandwiches in it, yes, and two thermoses of coffee since it's still before the Coffee Cutoff. However, it also has a Tupperware full of fresh berries (mostly strawberries with some raspberries and blackberries at peak ripeness), plus a selection of cat-shaped cookies that are a bit cuter than they are tasty, but the cuteness is what matters, really.]
[There's also a mystery novel tucked into the corner. He hasn't read it, but from the cover, it looks terrible. He hopes it's good terrible.]
[When he comes into sight of the lake, there's one more thing in his hand: a hand-baked Good Boy Snack. Just one, he doesn't want Danny to eat too much, but as soon as he figured out he could do this he became obsessed with making as many Good Boy Snacks as possible. These are in the shape of little crowns, not cats. Chase the crown, Danny.]
[Occasionally Giorno wonders if perhaps he should be more worried about the upcoming mission, but honestly he's too tired to. Besides, there's something to be said for focusing on the positive for a little while, and there's not much more positive than his Fugo sitting at the edge of a lake petting a dog between the ears. Unless it's said dog leaping to his feet and trotting forward to greet him. Dogs are so great.]
Buon giorno, Danny. Did Fugetto wear you out? Look, your tongue's hanging out, put that back.
[Danny sniffs at the basket, which Giorno pulls up against his side.]
No, no. Sit! [A Good Boy Sits, at which point he receives a Good Boy Snack.] Very well done. All right, let's go give Fugo his lunch, okay?
[Giorno . . . loves to chatter at this dog. He shoots Danny some wordless praise even in the spare moments between the Good Boy Snack and sitting down cross-legged next to Fugo with the basket in front of them. After only the briefest hesitation, he leans close and presses a kiss to Fugo's cheek.]
[It's... certainly been a long ride. Almost two years, with so much changing in what feels like such a short amount of time. Both friends and enemies have been made. Fears have been faced. Honestly, Mettaton's learned more about himself in the time he's been in Audentes than he thinks he has his entire life.
...but sometimes, you have to move on. It sounds like a cop-out. Yes, yes, run away once the trouble comes in, but. But being back in Oska brought a sort of peace he can't stand the thought of letting go of. Audentes needs cheer, but there's so much more he can do outside of it. This is a team for waging war. For protecting.
It's not a place for an entertainer.
But first, there's people he needs to speak with. To bring cheer to one last time.
He finds the first one in the piano room, his own hands folded behind his back and a softer-than-usual smile on his face.]
Gigi? Spare a moment for your most glamourous of friends?
[Giorno doesn't know how he feels about Mettaton right now, if he's being honest. It's not that he's angry precisely, but it's . . . difficult, thinking you're understood and discovering your footing isn't quite as secure as you'd thought. He's studiously avoided Mettaton's network presence ever since the call for mercy, simply because he doesn't know how to respond.]
[That makes Mettaton's sudden presence in the piano room a complicated one, although not exactly unwelcome. Giorno has been curled up on the couch, thumbing through Les Mis and reading it without absorbing much. When he looks up and sees who it is, he frowns a bit in confusion.]
Of course. . . . What is it?
[Because this isn't normal. Mettaton doesn't smile like that. Did someone die?]
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Damn it--
[there's silence. it seems like Jin's hung up.
but no sorry you still gotta deal with his dumb ass, have a text]
Hey so up to how much damage can you heal would you say
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[NOT AT ALL, NO, AUDIO, YOU ABSOLUTE--]
Kung Jin, what the hell did you do to yourself!
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BUT ALSO
one morning, wherever he's camped out, he'll find a spider in a small leather pouch-- a brooch shaped like one, to be exact, carved out of a green stone and set in a golden-colored metal. there's a scrap of paper bearing a message inside the bag, too:]
Thank you for the help.
[it's unsigned, but it's probably not too much of a stretch to work out who the gift's from.]
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[This brooch, on the other hand, is strangely, bizarrely, unsettlingly nice. It shows a thoughtfulness that makes no sense when set next to anything Giorno has noted from Jin other than Asher's word, and he's fairly certain Asher is biased. So.]
[He stares at it for a while, frowning. This is irritating. He doesn't like when people's actions don't match up with their perceived motivations and previously observed behaviors. He sort of wants to punch Kung Jin the face. That probably wouldn't be constructive, though.]
[Is he going to be mature about this? Ugh. He guesses so.]
You didn't have to thank me, you know. But this was very kind of you. Especially since I'm pretty sure you don't actually like me.
[More mature than he could have been, anyway.]
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Up close, the other looks so very young and small, especially with an expression like that. Again, he's uncomfortable, reminded of the fact that ALASTAIR puts children to work when Asher feels they should be elsewhere. From a short distance away, the 1L steps closer, uttering a soft and careful:]
Hey.
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[He doesn't shy away from Asher, exactly, but his expression isn't inviting. His smile comes out wan.]
Hell of a first impression, isn't it?
1/?
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I heard from Reika that you were teaching cooking. I came to say thanks.
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[Giorno . . . doesn't bow? He considers it briefly, but: no. Nah.]
You're her friend, right? Ah, you're welcome, of course. It's very nice to meet you; she spoke quite highly of you.
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voice its ya boi kung jingle 1/3 maybe
Asher Millstone...
2/3 god
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And now. He's posing as a high-school student in America. Sai got by on his first day by being an extremely quick notetaker, but the problem presents itself in "homework"...he can't write in English.]
do you know the language from woodhurst? if so, i have a favor to request
IF YOU'RE STILL COOL WITH DOING THIS . . .
what do you need?
YES OFC
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action or handwave? :0
handwave probs since it's an older thread . . . if that's ok ;w;
sounds good /o/
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giorno pick your magitek up for the love of the go ds
help
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[how type. ? ? ? h/o give him a moment.]
jin ? whats wrong
did yuo get hurt again
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[kaz...do you not remember giorno telling you you're not his capo....]
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- Things are crazy right now. If you havent already gathered from the sustained rioting outside. If you want the cliffsnotes version / haven't had anyone tell you yet, let me know.
- Fugo is fine and I assume the people you were housed with are too. I kept an eye on him.
- We also stole a car together, it was great.
- ALASTAIR hasnt sent me on a separate mission yet, tell me what yours was like?
[he's... going to pointedly not mention polnareff, as he assumes fugo will have had A Talk with giogio about the situation already...]
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2. You really took care of Fugo for me?
3. WHAT KIND
5. It was a bit of a matchmaking mission honestly. I liked most of it.
6. Hi Jin (✿◠‿◠)
i just fukcing noticed what you did
:* also 1/2 jesus h
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can u believe this bitch
it's 9:30 PM and he's
[oh my god he's zoomin in even CLOSER is that a little snore]
so tired n sleepy look at him
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CUTE!!!!!
ah he gets up so early . . . what an old man is he SNORING??
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your craftsmanship is exquisite i hope i'm not the first to tell you
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text; backdated to post-mall shenanigans in woodhurst
Even less logically - he isn't guarding the quarantine. There are others, of course; his presence is far from required, but the fact of the matter remains.
And when he searches for an explanation, he keeps coming back to what Giorno had said, earlier in the mall. Was it worry, after all? Though Sai is familiar with uncertainty, with concerns about the completion of a mission or of objectives, worry is an entirely different animal. What did it feel like, to worry? Is that what he was experiencing now, why he felt the urge to find Naruto? Why he couldn't bring himself to leave, afterward?
Eventually, he requests to use Naruto's shower -- claims the plumbing in his building was damaged by the infected, and turns on the water ... before he sits on the ledge of the tub, sifts through contact info in his jewelcomm, and finds Giorno's.
If Sai understood the concept of embarrassment, it's probably what he would be feeling right now. Instead, there's just a vague discomfort as he thinks his message. Ever the pragmatist, of course, he doesn't begin with his question. Instead:]
are you currently in a defensible location?
[translation: do u have a minute 2 chat]
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yes, i am. all clear. what is it?
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Well. Mettaton isn't the type of person to ask for advice. Stars burn; they don't have time for weakness. So, sometimes you just need to get creative.]
Gigi, darling, you wouldn't happen to have a second, would you? I'm writing a script and I'm positively stumped!!
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i'm not busy
what is it?
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[delivery, 4/24]
"Thanks for coming to my party, Gigi. Be sure to share this with Fugi. ;)
PS: The script is currently under rewrites. Maybe a romantic subplot isn't such a bad idea after all.
-MTT"
It tastes... okay. Look, he's a television chef, it's not like he has a Michelin Star.]
typing is for squares anyway
[And then there's the postscript. Giorno's eyes go wide as he reads it, his mouth a perfect O of curiosity and delight. He eats a couple of little pieces, then carefully separates most of the raspberries onto a plate for Fugo, careful to scrape off most of the icing. He leaves the note, too.]
[Then he texts Mettaton.]
T E L L M E
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u like flowers right
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yes? why
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I'M SO SORRY @ UR INBOX ANNE
jaksksjksj its fine!!!
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listen i dont have an excuse
I've come into the possession of some assets you might be interested in
[a shot of these babies is attached...]
They're not quite like the ones I remember-- I think they're made out of some native plant jelly and not egg-- but some accounting bird mentioned you like pudding.
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[That's what Giorno thinks: :O and then, after a few moments, :O!!!!! Because Fugo keeps tattling on him, but if it leads to something like this . . . maybe he doesn't mind so much.]
You can't trust everything a bird tells you.
[. . .]
But I want it.
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i'll apologize to icki l8r
dont apologize she deserves it
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guess what, this is shortly after the crash thanks
IT'S NINU!!!
[his mental transit is just ???????? ? ? ? but also kind of "ow"]
are you all right? are you hurt?
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Sure, his behavior was childish at best, but the teenager knows nothing of what went down. He hates that somehow, he always seems to be the bad guy, especially when he was in the right or trying to do the right thing. Still, the law student is keen enough to know when he's done wrong, and he cares enough about Giorno and even Mettaton to reach out. So he sends a call the other's way, tone sheepish.]
Hey.
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[Well, it's just scared.]
I can't find Mettaton, have you seen him?
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Half of the lack of response was due to anger. You don't speak to loved ones out of tone. You don't worry people with your emotions. You calm down first.
The second half was due to throwing his magitek to the ground and using his boyfriend as a pillow while he took several long hours worth of upset napping.
...so it takes a moment before Mettaton finally responds.
At this point, the anger has boiled over to a familiar numbness. The argument is over. There's nothing that can be fixed. It's time to put a smile back on and keep going forward.
Sigh...]
I'm fine, Gigi. No need to worry.
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[Now he finally gets a message back and immediately wants to cry. The answer comes immediately.]
You're okay? You're not hurt? I couldn't find you.
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cameras. lights. action. dog.
Dogs, as it turns out, bring in a truly enormous amount of dirt. And they shed: a lot. Thank God there isn't any carpet in their bedroom; their blankets might be a lost cause when it comes to hair removal, but at least he's winning the floor wars.]
[Danny is also extremely energetic. When he's awake, he is awake. Part of their daily routine is now making sure Danny works out that energy outside so he's not quite so wild in their small personal space. Fugo has found that two methods work particularly well: morning runs and afternoon games of fetch. They've procured a collection of tennis balls, which they keep in a little bag near the door.
This afternoon, Fugo has taken a few of the balls and Danny out to a quiet spot near Oska's lake; the plan is to meet Giorno there for lunch. Usually it's Fugo's job to find the food, but his stomach is touch today--he's not really sick in a contagious sort of way. His nerves are just bothering him a little, that's all. So he's outside in the open keeping Danny occupied while Giorno puts together something for them to eat.
They've been at it for a while, now. This time when Danny gravely returns his, at this point, very dirty and slobbery ball next to Fugo's knees, he gravely flops down next to Fugo in the grass and rests his solemn face on his lap. He looks up at Fugo with imploring eyes.
Where Is Lunch. Where is Giorno. Have They Been Abandoned. Why Is He Forbidden From Jumping In The Lake. He Is So Hungry. Why Is No One Petting Him.]
Yeah, yeah. [Fugo can at least solve one of these problems. He reaches down to pet Danny around the ears, a cautious smile tugging on one corner of his mouth.] Your life's the worst.
[He's never lived with a dog before. And Danny is, to be completely honest, a great deal of work. But Fugo thinks... that he likes it. At the very least, it's interesting. Even if Danny seems to think it's his job to crush him when it's time for bed.]
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[There's also a mystery novel tucked into the corner. He hasn't read it, but from the cover, it looks terrible. He hopes it's good terrible.]
[When he comes into sight of the lake, there's one more thing in his hand: a hand-baked Good Boy Snack. Just one, he doesn't want Danny to eat too much, but as soon as he figured out he could do this he became obsessed with making as many Good Boy Snacks as possible. These are in the shape of little crowns, not cats. Chase the crown, Danny.]
[Occasionally Giorno wonders if perhaps he should be more worried about the upcoming mission, but honestly he's too tired to. Besides, there's something to be said for focusing on the positive for a little while, and there's not much more positive than his Fugo sitting at the edge of a lake petting a dog between the ears. Unless it's said dog leaping to his feet and trotting forward to greet him. Dogs are so great.]
Buon giorno, Danny. Did Fugetto wear you out? Look, your tongue's hanging out, put that back.
[Danny sniffs at the basket, which Giorno pulls up against his side.]
No, no. Sit! [A Good Boy Sits, at which point he receives a Good Boy Snack.] Very well done. All right, let's go give Fugo his lunch, okay?
[Giorno . . . loves to chatter at this dog. He shoots Danny some wordless praise even in the spare moments between the Good Boy Snack and sitting down cross-legged next to Fugo with the basket in front of them. After only the briefest hesitation, he leans close and presses a kiss to Fugo's cheek.]
Are you hungry? I brought coffee, too.
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action
...but sometimes, you have to move on. It sounds like a cop-out. Yes, yes, run away once the trouble comes in, but. But being back in Oska brought a sort of peace he can't stand the thought of letting go of. Audentes needs cheer, but there's so much more he can do outside of it. This is a team for waging war. For protecting.
It's not a place for an entertainer.
But first, there's people he needs to speak with. To bring cheer to one last time.
He finds the first one in the piano room, his own hands folded behind his back and a softer-than-usual smile on his face.]
Gigi? Spare a moment for your most glamourous of friends?
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[That makes Mettaton's sudden presence in the piano room a complicated one, although not exactly unwelcome. Giorno has been curled up on the couch, thumbing through Les Mis and reading it without absorbing much. When he looks up and sees who it is, he frowns a bit in confusion.]
Of course. . . . What is it?
[Because this isn't normal. Mettaton doesn't smile like that. Did someone die?]
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THREAD TRANSFER; Season Interlude
wylan ★ 11/11
from start ★
[Giorno's smile in return is wry, mostly humorless. He nods, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand.]
I noticed that.
[And admittedly encouraged it. He was a lot angrier a year ago, which is saying a lot considering how angry he still is now.]
You're worried about him wandering off. Or doing something stupid and getting hurt.
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stiles ★ 11/20
akira ★ 11/12
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fugo ★ 11/21
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jin ★ 12/1
im already upsetti
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maya ★ 11/13
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maya ★ 7/29
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peter ★ 10/14
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world's latest closer~★
graham ★ 10/27
graham ★ 11/16
hayame ★ 10/14
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hayame ★ 11/11
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1/2
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