It'll take longer than that, I'm afraid. [He offered Fugo a sympathetic smile.] But I think that you'll be alright. Most of this house seems to stumble its way into getting by sooner or later.
[Kakyoin shrugged, adjusting his glasses.]
...I haven't really stopped having nightmares, but they're much less frequent than they were when I first came here myself.
I suppose that's reassuring to know. [In an abstract, far-off sort of way; somewhere in the future, he might stop having bad dreams as much.] Mine seem to come and go. They'll be bad, then get better, then loop back to bad again. It's stupid.
[Fugo shrugs. It happens is what he means, because ... well, when two people have something in common it's bound to come up sooner or later. Even if it's unhappy.]
Thanks for coming up to sit with me. And bringing me coffee. [Briefly, he glowers.] I'm going to kick his ass. I can't believe he just left. He knew I'd be stuck without him.
[This threat maybe does not as much potency as similar ones levied at Polnareff. Mostly because Fugo knows he's very bad at staying angry long enough with Giorno to make good on them.]
[Oh. Oh, no. Oh no. An anxious knot twists in Fugo's stomach as he watches the look on Kakyoin's face drift from confused to contemplative to entirely too much thought to dawning comprehension, shock, and--]
Don't laugh! [Fugo blurts, the tips of his ears bright red as he abruptly sets his cup of coffee down on the floor hard enough that the liquid nearly sloshes over the rim. He then makes a valiant attempt to escape by scooting back into his bedroom, which is sadly foiled by the plant hanging on his door frame and his back hits an invisible wall.] Don't laugh, it isn't funny!
Well, who's left not to tell? [Rationally speaking, Fugo knows he shouldn't snap at Kakyoin. But, here he is: trying not to laugh about Giorno's completely unsubtle mistletoe trap, right in front of him. Stubbornly, Fugo pushes against the invisible wall that's keeping him stuck in place.] Jotaro? Holly? I'm sure they'll both think it's hilarious, I can't think of any better way to broach the conversation.
[Overreacting, Kakyoin calls it. Overreacting, like he hasn't been gnawing on pencils and biting his nails and running until his lungs ache trying to think of a way to broach to Giorno how do you think we should tell the others. It's hard, when neither of them know what words to use and both of them have been worried about it. And... here he is, by himself, tired, and totally unprepared for all of his fretting.]
Do you want to know how long that's been up there? [Fugo points up at the mistletoe, the gesture sharp and frustrated.] Since the first of the month!
[So. Really. It's not... just Giorno being Giorno. It's mostly Giorno being Giorno. But Fugo is very well aware that if he had seriously approached Giorno about taking it down, this. Would not be a problem in the first place.]
[Fugo brings both of his hands to cover his face, which is. It's just getting redder. Redder and redder. His voice, beyond embarrassed, is muffled from underneath his palms.]
Don't ask me if it's embarrassing, because of course it is. I woke up that morning and he was just waiting here, with this absolutely insufferable look on his face.
[And every morning after that, when they meet up, Giorno just-- he smiles. Like he can't really believe that it's still up there, that Fugo's continued to play along with his silly game for this long. Like he can't believe that Fugo wants to kiss him every morning before he does anything else.]
But it makes him happy. And if I can accomplish that with something as simple as-- [Mmppphhhh, no, he's not going to say it. There is only so much honesty he has in him about this very touchy subject.] I don't mind being embarrassed.
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[Kakyoin shrugged, adjusting his glasses.]
...I haven't really stopped having nightmares, but they're much less frequent than they were when I first came here myself.
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Sorry. I didn't mean to have you listen to me get on this subject while you're stuck here.
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Thanks for coming up to sit with me. And bringing me coffee. [Briefly, he glowers.] I'm going to kick his ass. I can't believe he just left. He knew I'd be stuck without him.
[This threat maybe does not as much potency as similar ones levied at Polnareff. Mostly because Fugo knows he's very bad at staying angry long enough with Giorno to make good on them.]
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[he's entirely serious and also correct.]
Why did he go to all this trouble, anyway?
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It's Giorno. He's fickle and capricious. He doesn't need a reason to be a menace. Besides, he's been hanging mistletoe everywhere.
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[if giorno only put magic cursed mistletoe over fugo's door therefore basically leaving him at giorno's mercy...]
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done
[Excuse him while he looks to Fugo, up to the mistletoe, then back and quickly muffling a laugh behind his hand.]
[ohhhhhh my god giorno you weird little kid]
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Don't laugh! [Fugo blurts, the tips of his ears bright red as he abruptly sets his cup of coffee down on the floor hard enough that the liquid nearly sloshes over the rim. He then makes a valiant attempt to escape by scooting back into his bedroom, which is sadly foiled by the plant hanging on his door frame and his back hits an invisible wall.] Don't laugh, it isn't funny!
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[Unable to quite get the smile off his face but quickly pulling the brakes on his laughter, Kakyoin held up both hands defensively.]
I won't say anything, I promise. And I'll leave if you'd rather I did that.
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Do you want to know how long that's been up there? [Fugo points up at the mistletoe, the gesture sharp and frustrated.] Since the first of the month!
[So. Really. It's not... just Giorno being Giorno. It's mostly Giorno being Giorno. But Fugo is very well aware that if he had seriously approached Giorno about taking it down, this. Would not be a problem in the first place.]
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[this seems like a reasonable question]
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It doesn't. Make me unhappy.
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[And every morning after that, when they meet up, Giorno just-- he smiles. Like he can't really believe that it's still up there, that Fugo's continued to play along with his silly game for this long. Like he can't believe that Fugo wants to kiss him every morning before he does anything else.]
But it makes him happy. And if I can accomplish that with something as simple as-- [Mmppphhhh, no, he's not going to say it. There is only so much honesty he has in him about this very touchy subject.] I don't mind being embarrassed.
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[oh honey.]
Can I tell you a really stupid story?
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