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[lapidarius]

"This is Kakyoin Noriaki. Please leave a message, I'll contact you as soon as I can."

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[digiorno]

It's beautiful. I didn't know you could give presents before the anniversary, though. Does it still count?

[no one is taking a tally, child]

[lapidarius]

Hm? This from the one who complained endlessly about the concept of White Day, now you're wondering what does and doesn't count?

[digiorno]

You know what? Shut up.

[Leave him alone he has done nothing wrong, ever, in his life.]

I'm just asking. I'm stealing your qipao if you keep this up.

[lapidarius]

I'm a little taller than you, it might not fit.

[five centimeters isn't that much but by god it's all he has on someone in this damn house]

[digiorno]

I'll steal it and put it on Danny.

[lapidarius]

Oh, come on, I'm hardly picking on you any more than I do with Polnareff. You don't have to threaten me with something that bad.

[digiorno]

But Danny would look so nice in it.

[He sticks out his tongue.]

[lapidarius]

Is that worth depriving everyone of how good I'll look in it?

I was even going to ask you to help with makeup, but if this is how it's going to turn out I guess you won't need to.

[digiorno]

I'm going to do your makeup whether you like it or not.

[lapidarius]

I knew you'd want to regardless.

[digiorno]

You can't make me annoyed enough with you that I don't want to do your makeup.

You still didn't answer my question, though.

[lapidarius]

I don't know if it counts or not, I've been trying not to keep score since you got so upset about March.

[digiorno]

. . . Oh.

[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.

[lapidarius]

Well...it was kind of silly, once you pointed it out. There's no reason to hold so rigidly to tradition when it's overcomplicating things.

[Kakyoin held out the pin, shrugging and seeming honestly sincere about that.]

[digiorno]

Right . . .

[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?

[lapidarius]

I don't really know--just anything that won't make it look out of place, I guess.

[...]

Giorno, are you okay?

[digiorno]

Hm?

[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?

[lapidarius]

...I don't think you're stupid. It was just a question.

[and then:]

Hierophant's eyes are yellow. I think it'd be fine.

[digiorno]

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.]

Are there any greens you don't like?

[lapidarius]

It's not stupid to just ask something like that casually.

[Kakyoin looked over Giorno's shoulder, following up with:]

Not really. Neon green, maybe, but aside from that any shade's fine.

[digiorno]

[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.]

Mm?

[lapidarius]

...Those are nice. What do you think?

[digiorno]

I think . . .

[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.

[lapidarius]

That sounds like a good idea. You might have to help me with that a little, though.

[...]

Giorno...it's just us right now, you know. You can talk to me, if you want to.

[digiorno]

[Ah. He smiles, crooked.]

Some other time, maybe. I'm not going to be responsible for you talking about anything but your anniversary today.