Hm. Commonplace? No. Not in general. With people in my particular circle, though, it's quite common.
[Near-ubiquitous, actually. Thanks, Diavolo. Giorno fixes Jin with a Look.]
I won't have you pester Fugo about it. If he chooses to talk about his ability or lack thereof, that's what it will be: his choice.
[At least Giorno leaves it at that. There's no threat; he trusts, as much as he ever can, that Jin will at least try to leave well enough alone.]
My home is Napoli, in Italia. It is a very beautiful city with very ugly spaces, full of very good and very terrible people. And the space between is where I live, I suppose.
[He smiles a little, nostalgic. Homesick.]
It's on the ocean. We have a little section of beach that belongs to our palazzo; Trish makes me take walks on Sundays so I'll stop working. [A beat.] Trish is my friend. She's very beautiful and stubborn and ruthless and the smartest person I know.
Mista is my bodyguard. He's the one I thought of, before--when I was talking to Asher. He is very loyal. Sometimes too loyal. He used to put himself in harm's way too much, but . . . then I realized that was--no good. He is too important for that. So we work differently now. Or did, when he was still with me.
[For a moment, he's distant, looking elsewhere. Even after all this time, it's hard to count his friends and stop at three. It's hard to let your heart live for a while and then cut half of it away.]
. . . Fugo you know of. Fugo is Fugo. His business is his business. I suppose you could just ask him. I told him that I trust you, so he might even answer.
The rest of my team--the people I trust most are Polnareff, Sheila, and Murolo. Polnareff is my advisor. Sheila is Mista's second. [He grins sharply for a moment.] She'd destroy you, so lucky break she's not here. And Murolo is an asshole. But he's good at what he does.
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Hm. Commonplace? No. Not in general. With people in my particular circle, though, it's quite common.
[Near-ubiquitous, actually. Thanks, Diavolo. Giorno fixes Jin with a Look.]
I won't have you pester Fugo about it. If he chooses to talk about his ability or lack thereof, that's what it will be: his choice.
[At least Giorno leaves it at that. There's no threat; he trusts, as much as he ever can, that Jin will at least try to leave well enough alone.]
My home is Napoli, in Italia. It is a very beautiful city with very ugly spaces, full of very good and very terrible people. And the space between is where I live, I suppose.
[He smiles a little, nostalgic. Homesick.]
It's on the ocean. We have a little section of beach that belongs to our palazzo; Trish makes me take walks on Sundays so I'll stop working. [A beat.] Trish is my friend. She's very beautiful and stubborn and ruthless and the smartest person I know.
Mista is my bodyguard. He's the one I thought of, before--when I was talking to Asher. He is very loyal. Sometimes too loyal. He used to put himself in harm's way too much, but . . . then I realized that was--no good. He is too important for that. So we work differently now. Or did, when he was still with me.
[For a moment, he's distant, looking elsewhere. Even after all this time, it's hard to count his friends and stop at three. It's hard to let your heart live for a while and then cut half of it away.]
. . . Fugo you know of. Fugo is Fugo. His business is his business. I suppose you could just ask him. I told him that I trust you, so he might even answer.
The rest of my team--the people I trust most are Polnareff, Sheila, and Murolo. Polnareff is my advisor. Sheila is Mista's second. [He grins sharply for a moment.] She'd destroy you, so lucky break she's not here. And Murolo is an asshole. But he's good at what he does.