[Would that assurance have come six months ago? He wonders. Kakyoin had always been his friend, but only recently had they gotten close enough that such assurances were so freely given. I'm here for you, and he knew those weren't just empty words.
He offered him a slight smile.]
Thanks.
[A beat, and then, far more cheerfully:]
Anyway, at least his birthday went well. I was a little worried about that one, but turns out getting your boyfriend his favorite record works no matter what.
[The idea of having friends had gotten less and less strange over time, but Polnareff was different. Not to say that they weren't friends by any means--it was simply that Polnareff had always been on something of a level entirely his own. There were his numerous friends, both in and out of the city. Then there was Caesar who was like his brother, Giorno who was in many ways a strangely distorted reflection of Kakyoin himself, and Jotaro who was both his closest friend and simultaneously something even more significant than that.]
[Somewhere in a nebulous, undefined space between the people who mattered most was Jean-Pierre Polnareff, who was the kind of carefree and reckless influence a person like Kakyoin needed. Someone who understood things that no one else possibly could, who was unfailingly kind and a steady presence on top of that. (...And occasionally an idiot, but no one was perfect.)]
[In hindsight, Kakyoin had no idea how any of them had gotten by in this city as long as they had without him.]
So what kind of music does Buccellati like? I've heard a little about Giorno's taste, but I don't think the subject's come up with anyone else.
Jazz. Miles Davis, specifically, which . . . [He wrinkled his nose. There's a lot implied in that expression.] I mean, he likes it, so. It was a good night.
[He won't push tonight. He'll try again another night, absolutely, but tonight's not the night. Instead:]
You can conspire with me to convince Bruno to come dancing instead. And-- oye, did you know he's all leery about winter? I said, oh, it'll be great, and all of a sudden it's ohh, I don't like winter, it's too cold, I don't want to go into the snow. So there, that's two things you can help me convince him to do: dancing and actually experiencing snow.
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[Would that assurance have come six months ago? He wonders. Kakyoin had always been his friend, but only recently had they gotten close enough that such assurances were so freely given. I'm here for you, and he knew those weren't just empty words.
He offered him a slight smile.]
Thanks.
[A beat, and then, far more cheerfully:]
Anyway, at least his birthday went well. I was a little worried about that one, but turns out getting your boyfriend his favorite record works no matter what.
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[The idea of having friends had gotten less and less strange over time, but Polnareff was different. Not to say that they weren't friends by any means--it was simply that Polnareff had always been on something of a level entirely his own. There were his numerous friends, both in and out of the city. Then there was Caesar who was like his brother, Giorno who was in many ways a strangely distorted reflection of Kakyoin himself, and Jotaro who was both his closest friend and simultaneously something even more significant than that.]
[Somewhere in a nebulous, undefined space between the people who mattered most was Jean-Pierre Polnareff, who was the kind of carefree and reckless influence a person like Kakyoin needed. Someone who understood things that no one else possibly could, who was unfailingly kind and a steady presence on top of that. (...And occasionally an idiot, but no one was perfect.)]
[In hindsight, Kakyoin had no idea how any of them had gotten by in this city as long as they had without him.]
So what kind of music does Buccellati like? I've heard a little about Giorno's taste, but I don't think the subject's come up with anyone else.
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[you two...]
So what do you like, then?
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Energetic stuff, you know? Anything with a good beat. The Stones, if you want a band, but I usually like whatever loud and playing on the radio.
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[He leaned over, elbowing him gently.]
You gotta come to Egress with me at least once. 'S the only time I'm ever gonna get to go dancing with you.
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As for music, I actually really like Sting. [said almost no one ever]
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[Don't subject Ruby City to that . . .]
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[He won't push tonight. He'll try again another night, absolutely, but tonight's not the night. Instead:]
You can conspire with me to convince Bruno to come dancing instead. And-- oye, did you know he's all leery about winter? I said, oh, it'll be great, and all of a sudden it's ohh, I don't like winter, it's too cold, I don't want to go into the snow. So there, that's two things you can help me convince him to do: dancing and actually experiencing snow.
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[That's . . . certainly an interpretation of the events.]
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[Is that true, Polnareff?]
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[he's on to you.]
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And I will support you during that time of rabid animal attack.
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