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I don't give up. How dare you.
[What a rude robo-dad. Okay, he's going to actually think now. Two down, three to go.]
[Why were those other three there? He doesn't know much about Vaughn. Papyrus is lovely, but really . . . even less plausible than Sans, he thinks.]
Vaughn. He seems like a nervous person. Hmm . . . I'm on the fence, but I might as well--is it him?
[What a rude robo-dad. Okay, he's going to actually think now. Two down, three to go.]
[Why were those other three there? He doesn't know much about Vaughn. Papyrus is lovely, but really . . . even less plausible than Sans, he thinks.]
Vaughn. He seems like a nervous person. Hmm . . . I'm on the fence, but I might as well--is it him?
Vaughn is sweet, don't get me wrong. He's amazingly kind for someone so... dorky and, I admit, I could be charmed by that.
But you weren't paying attention that night, were you? If you were, you would have noticed his dorky little heart is already beating for another.
[Teehe.] I don't blame him. Olivia's a looker, I'll give him that.
But you weren't paying attention that night, were you? If you were, you would have noticed his dorky little heart is already beating for another.
[Teehe.] I don't blame him. Olivia's a looker, I'll give him that.
...
[Don't you judge him, Giorno Giovanni. He's already judging himself.]
...Then I guess he likes me more than he hates them, if he still showed up, [he mumbles in-between covering his face with a pillow.]
[Don't you judge him, Giorno Giovanni. He's already judging himself.]
...Then I guess he likes me more than he hates them, if he still showed up, [he mumbles in-between covering his face with a pillow.]
I should've guessed that first. He was an outlier, statistically speaking. Not from your home, not someone who likes musicals or is easily bossed around.
He talked to me about Les Miserables. The book. I liked him. Stuffy but interesting in his way. He gets extra points for liking you a lot.
He talked to me about Les Miserables. The book. I liked him. Stuffy but interesting in his way. He gets extra points for liking you a lot.
Don't try to sugarcoat it, Gigi, [he whines, muffled by his pillow,] I already know it's embarrassing. Go on. Judge me!! Strike the gavel down upon my betraying heart!! I deserve it!
Edited 2017-04-27 04:37 (UTC)
Of course he's awful to me!! He's awful to everyone with seeing eyes. Look at those OUTFITS!! He doesn't have the attitude for purple; he looks like a rip-off Sherlock Holmes from the 70's on the case of his mother's missing disco ball!! He looks like a wizard's illegitimate child with a hobo! He looks like a carpet ****ed a nerd!! [Yes, he censored himself in the middle of his passionate roasting. Don't look at him.
...wait. Wait!!
The feed switches to video. He has to prove his point!!
Mettaton reaches behind his back and pulls out a pair of hideous, round glasses. They're obviously Keats'. He wiggles them in front of the "camera".]
LOOK AT THESE!! WHAT ARE THESE?? I don't even think these are prescription!! My heart has been stolen by a HIPSTER!! I deserve 20 to LIFE!!
...wait. Wait!!
The feed switches to video. He has to prove his point!!
Mettaton reaches behind his back and pulls out a pair of hideous, round glasses. They're obviously Keats'. He wiggles them in front of the "camera".]
LOOK AT THESE!! WHAT ARE THESE?? I don't even think these are prescription!! My heart has been stolen by a HIPSTER!! I deserve 20 to LIFE!!
[Oh no he doesn't. It's Giorno who's getting bleeped this time.
At least, until he keeps talking. Then it's Mettaton's who's... well, he's certainly making SOME kind of noise. It sounds more like a series of flustered glitches than anything, which is ridiculous. Why would he be flustered?! It's just a misunderstanding!!]
D-d-DARL-ling?! Who said anything about L-l-l-- that?! It's just DATING! It's not serious!
[Change the subject, change the subject.]
And I HAVEN'T seen Fugo's suits! I'd be delighted to see what love's blinded YOU to.
At least, until he keeps talking. Then it's Mettaton's who's... well, he's certainly making SOME kind of noise. It sounds more like a series of flustered glitches than anything, which is ridiculous. Why would he be flustered?! It's just a misunderstanding!!]
D-d-DARL-ling?! Who said anything about L-l-l-- that?! It's just DATING! It's not serious!
[Change the subject, change the subject.]
And I HAVEN'T seen Fugo's suits! I'd be delighted to see what love's blinded YOU to.
[DON'T BLEEP HIM? THIS IS SO RUDE?]
[But then also: why is Mettaton embarrassed? Giorno squints uncertainly at his tek, unsure what to make of this. He hasn't done anything totally wrong, he thinks, or Mettaton would be angry instead of flustered, but . . . he did something a little wrong.]
[What, though? He doesn't think he's wrong. It's more than a friendly love, which is still love. What does he call it instead?]
Dating . . . is serious, I think.
[Hm. He purses his lips and then speaks to someone obviously close by:]
Can you go put on that terrible green jacket, please? Mettaton wants to see it.
[But then also: why is Mettaton embarrassed? Giorno squints uncertainly at his tek, unsure what to make of this. He hasn't done anything totally wrong, he thinks, or Mettaton would be angry instead of flustered, but . . . he did something a little wrong.]
[What, though? He doesn't think he's wrong. It's more than a friendly love, which is still love. What does he call it instead?]
Dating . . . is serious, I think.
[Hm. He purses his lips and then speaks to someone obviously close by:]
Can you go put on that terrible green jacket, please? Mettaton wants to see it.
[It is, but this is...! New and terrifying!! It doesn't need labels!! Not ones that begin with l, unless that l-word is lame because that may as well be Keats' middle name, but!!
The pillow is back on his face as Mettaton makes some sort of pathetic, distressed noise, but he peels it off once Giorno starts talking to--
...]
...Fugo heard this entire conversation, didn't he?
The pillow is back on his face as Mettaton makes some sort of pathetic, distressed noise, but he peels it off once Giorno starts talking to--
...]
...Fugo heard this entire conversation, didn't he?
...
[Nope.
The pillow is back over his face. He's pressing it down like he's trying to suffocate himself despite not having any lungs.
Miserable wailing.]
[Nope.
The pillow is back over his face. He's pressing it down like he's trying to suffocate himself despite not having any lungs.
Miserable wailing.]
yeah a while back he mentioned he was a part of the white lotus or some shiiiiiiet
[he has no idea they are wedding flowers rip????]
[he has no idea they are wedding flowers rip????]
[I remember, Giorno says, and Sai is both surprised and unsurprised. He's had the sense, ever since the winter ball, that the other boy is like him somehow, that he's someone that could understand how he thought, the way the world looked through his eyes. "I'm not normal," he'd said, and Sai remembered what he say in Perdition's Rest--a man who could torture another without laying a hand on him, with a creature of his own making. Sai doesn't know much of anything about Giorno, not really, but it'd been then that he'd realized that the boy was something akin to shinobi; something that had to fight, who knew how to destroy, how to kill effectively.
He reads the explanation, and sighs. Emotion is still something he feels as akin to viewing through a glass of water. Condensation blurs the view within, and even trying to wipe it away left distortions -- clarity still just out of reach.]
how can one begin to understand feelings that they cannot even describe in words?
[Will it always be this hard? Will he never quite understand? Or will he find the clarity that Giorno has, someday, and be able to look back at this time as "empty" the way he does?]
i remember the first i noticed experiencing fear
i didn't realize, until i slipped to my knees and felt the sweat drip down my cheek
i am still uncertain why i was afraid
[He doesn't think it would be so impossible to kill Uchiha Sasuke, despite that moment when he'd looked into the missing-nin's sharingan eyes. Now, when it's a fear so much less tangible than that of his own mortality, it's even less clear where it came from, what it is, and how to deal with it.]
are you saying that because i hold a bond with naruto, i am afraid of losing it? and this will happen whenever danger presents itself, regardless of whether we are significantly threatened by it?
[Sakura had said something similar once, about his picture book. That the reason he never let go of it was because he wanted to hold onto that one fragment of his individual existence, as someone's brother. Maybe that applies here...?]
He reads the explanation, and sighs. Emotion is still something he feels as akin to viewing through a glass of water. Condensation blurs the view within, and even trying to wipe it away left distortions -- clarity still just out of reach.]
how can one begin to understand feelings that they cannot even describe in words?
[Will it always be this hard? Will he never quite understand? Or will he find the clarity that Giorno has, someday, and be able to look back at this time as "empty" the way he does?]
i remember the first i noticed experiencing fear
i didn't realize, until i slipped to my knees and felt the sweat drip down my cheek
i am still uncertain why i was afraid
[He doesn't think it would be so impossible to kill Uchiha Sasuke, despite that moment when he'd looked into the missing-nin's sharingan eyes. Now, when it's a fear so much less tangible than that of his own mortality, it's even less clear where it came from, what it is, and how to deal with it.]
are you saying that because i hold a bond with naruto, i am afraid of losing it? and this will happen whenever danger presents itself, regardless of whether we are significantly threatened by it?
[Sakura had said something similar once, about his picture book. That the reason he never let go of it was because he wanted to hold onto that one fragment of his individual existence, as someone's brother. Maybe that applies here...?]
poorly, at first
it gets easier, but only with trial and error
as a perfectionist, this is personally very frustrating
but
[Hm. If Sai were someone else to him, he might say something different. But with Sai, he finds he has no interest in lying.]
yes.
it may very well keep happening
at least until you're very certain he feels the same way about you that you feel about him
it gets easier, but only with trial and error
as a perfectionist, this is personally very frustrating
but
[Hm. If Sai were someone else to him, he might say something different. But with Sai, he finds he has no interest in lying.]
yes.
it may very well keep happening
at least until you're very certain he feels the same way about you that you feel about him
ugggggh i just hope he doesn't think it's 2 corny or whatever
[Jin happens to like corny, however.
In Asher's experience, anyway.]
[Jin happens to like corny, however.
In Asher's experience, anyway.]
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