[Was he that awful? He pauses, his hand hovering over a pair of shoes. He remembers feeling terribly adamant about the stupidity of it all, except now it seems important. Or something.]
Sorry. Mm. Polnareff keeps talking about--you know. What you're supposed to do? Anyway. Give me the pin for a minute.
I made a big fuss about it and now I'm asking, that seems stupid.
[He resumes pawing through the shoes, humming to himself a little under his breath. Gold and silver and green . . . a light green, maybe, or pale gold? There's something towards the back of the rack.]
[His lips twist uncertainly, brow furrowing as he keeps looking, but he doesn't say anything in response. After a few moments, he finds what he's looking for and pulls it out: a pair of ballet flats in soft kelly green with gold embroidered accents over the toe.]
Giorno... [He folded his arms, concerned more than actually upset.] If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't ask. I won't push you, but don't stop yourself just because of what day it is.
[For a moment he just watches Kakyoin, eyes drifting over his face for some indication of--what? That he's lying? That's stupid. Whatever it is, he doesn't find it.]
[Oh. That takes some of the fight out of him. He's . . . a little reluctant. But after a brief pause, he steps to Kakyoin's side and tucks himself under his arm.]
I know. That's the other reason I didn't want to tell you.
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You still didn't answer my question, though.
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[Was he that awful? He pauses, his hand hovering over a pair of shoes. He remembers feeling terribly adamant about the stupidity of it all, except now it seems important. Or something.]
Sorry. Mm. Polnareff keeps talking about--you know. What you're supposed to do? Anyway. Give me the pin for a minute.
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[Kakyoin held out the pin, shrugging and seeming honestly sincere about that.]
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[A little absently. He turns the pin over, then lays it flat in the palm of his hand.]
Is there a particular color you want to match?
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Giorno, are you okay?
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[He looks up, blinking. Like he's forgotten what they were talking about, which he's trying to. And yet.]
Oh. Well, I just feel a little stupid for asking? I guess. I don't know. Do you think gold and silver and green would be too much?
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Hierophant's eyes are yellow. I think it'd be fine.
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[He resumes pawing through the shoes, humming to himself a little under his breath. Gold and silver and green . . . a light green, maybe, or pale gold? There's something towards the back of the rack.]
Are there any greens you don't like?
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[Kakyoin looked over Giorno's shoulder, following up with:]
Not really. Neon green, maybe, but aside from that any shade's fine.
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Mm?
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[Well, it wasn't what he was originally thinking, but.]
I think green on the shoes, then silver and gold . . . I think it would look good. You could do your nails green, too. If you wanted.
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Giorno...it's just us right now, you know. You can talk to me, if you want to.
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Some other time, maybe. I'm not going to be responsible for you talking about anything but your anniversary today.
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I don't want to make you sad.
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I don't want good things to keep happening if they're just going to go away again. So I want to get everything right. In case that helps. That's all.
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[Kakyoin held out one arm slightly in the usual invitation, public location be damned.]
I am, too. I'm tired and worried, and it's terrible.
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I know. That's the other reason I didn't want to tell you.
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