I am always going to have trouble sleeping. [Strangely enough, there's not as much bitterness in that statement as one would expect. He's just gotten used to it.] I remember things too well. They keep coming back when I try to sleep. It's just a pain in the ass, especially with Purple Haze.
[Fugo shrugs, his shoulders scrunching up against the doorframe.]
It's just something I have to live around. I've gotten used to it, so it's fine. [Rule number one: don't stay in closed spaces. Rule number two: don't stay in dark spaces. Rule number three: he can never let his guard down, ever. He looks down at his coffee, then back up at Kakyoin.] ... has it gotten better for you?
...A little. But it's taken this long for even that much, not that I expected it to be easy.
[Adjusting his glasses, Kakyoin took a slow breath and leaned his head back against the wall.]
Today's the fifteenth, right? I think around this time we were... [He trailed off and frowned, trying to place something.] ...either in or on our way to India. It's hard to keep track, after a while.
[What a shitty time of year. It's cold out, there's snow everywhere, and it's one of those months where everything went to hell.]
I... think so. [Fugo peers over his shoulder and squints into his bedroom at his calendar on the wall.] Yes.
[After a sip of coffee, he admits:] Three weeks before I came here, Giorno found where I was hiding in Milan. [He looks down at the drink, fingers idly cinching around his cup.] Well. Knowing him, he'd known where I was for a long time. But it was October when Mista told me that to prove I wasn't their enemy, I had to kill someone who was.
It's all over and done with. But I keep dreaming about it. [About Sicily and whatever other garbage his head can think of to drag up that's better left forgotten.] ... I guess I've been hoping that now that it's winter and I'm done catching up that they would stop.
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.]
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Date: 2016-12-18 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-18 05:47 am (UTC)I understand, I think. It must be difficult.
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Date: 2016-12-18 06:06 am (UTC)It's just something I have to live around. I've gotten used to it, so it's fine. [Rule number one: don't stay in closed spaces. Rule number two: don't stay in dark spaces. Rule number three: he can never let his guard down, ever. He looks down at his coffee, then back up at Kakyoin.] ... has it gotten better for you?
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Date: 2016-12-18 06:32 am (UTC)[Adjusting his glasses, Kakyoin took a slow breath and leaned his head back against the wall.]
Today's the fifteenth, right? I think around this time we were... [He trailed off and frowned, trying to place something.] ...either in or on our way to India. It's hard to keep track, after a while.
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Date: 2016-12-19 02:03 am (UTC)I... think so. [Fugo peers over his shoulder and squints into his bedroom at his calendar on the wall.] Yes.
[After a sip of coffee, he admits:] Three weeks before I came here, Giorno found where I was hiding in Milan. [He looks down at the drink, fingers idly cinching around his cup.] Well. Knowing him, he'd known where I was for a long time. But it was October when Mista told me that to prove I wasn't their enemy, I had to kill someone who was.
It's all over and done with. But I keep dreaming about it. [About Sicily and whatever other garbage his head can think of to drag up that's better left forgotten.] ... I guess I've been hoping that now that it's winter and I'm done catching up that they would stop.
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Date: 2016-12-19 02:09 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-12-20 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-20 05:45 am (UTC)Sorry. I didn't mean to have you listen to me get on this subject while you're stuck here.
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Date: 2016-12-20 06:24 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-20 06:26 am (UTC)[he's entirely serious and also correct.]
Why did he go to all this trouble, anyway?
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Date: 2016-12-20 06:44 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-20 05:46 pm (UTC)[if giorno only put magic cursed mistletoe over fugo's door therefore basically leaving him at giorno's mercy...]
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Date: 2016-12-20 05:48 pm (UTC)done
Date: 2016-12-20 05:50 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-12-20 06:04 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-20 06:06 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2016-12-20 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-12-20 06:55 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-20 07:11 pm (UTC)[this seems like a reasonable question]
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