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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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action; you thought i was joking. also time is an illusion but 1/3-ish

[digiorno]

[The hour is 3:42 AM. Literally everyone else in this entire giant house is asleep. Not a creature was stirring, et cetera. Except.]

[Giorno has been having trouble sleeping lately. Not because of nightmares, or at least not ones that he remembers, but because he's just too restless to actually rest. Which means, in practice, that around three in the morning he starts getting hungry, and he inevitably seeks out comfort food.]

[There is no pudding left in his secret stash in his room, which is the greatest tragedy of our time. Fortunately, he keeps extras in the very back of the highest cabinet in the kitchen, where presumably no one else can find them. Unfortunately, he's so deeply out of fucks to give that he didn't put on a robe or anything, which means he's standing on a chair rooting around in the cabinet in this monstrosity.]

[Nobody asked for this.]

i did not think any such thing

[lapidarius]

[Almost everyone.]

[Kakyoin was still up at all hours of the night on occasion, and on this night in particular he'd managed to sneak out of their room wearing a loose pair of pants and a black shirt with a wide collar. His only intention was just making a cup of tea, and what he didn't expect was to run into anyone else. What he DIDN'T expect was anything that was happening right now.]

Gioohmygod.

good because I never joke

[digiorno]

[So focused was Giorno on reaching the pudding cups - which he did, finally, with a muted noise of triumph only slightly dampened by a curse wished upon the ten million tall people in this house - that he actually didn't hear Kakyoin enter the kitchen. When he heard his voice, though, he turned on the chair with a surprised, slightly perplexed smile.]

Kakyoin? What are you - oh, you can't sleep. Here--

[And he dove back into the cabinet, huffing slightly until he pulled out . . . a cherry jello cup. Which he turned and threw at Kakyoin's head.]

[Semper fi, motherfuckers.]

not ever

[lapidarius]

[Bonk.]

[The cup bounced off Kakyoin's head before he fumbled to catch it, wondering for a moment if he was actually still asleep and having an especially surreal dream right now.]

[He did, however, have the presence of mind to pull his shirt collar closer to hide the scars on the back of his shoulders.]

What're you...doing out here this early? You can't sleep either?

[digiorno]

[Giorno actually pouted a little. That was a really shitty catch, Kakyoin . . . but he climbed down off the chair with his pudding cup anyway, then started digging around for spoons. When he found the right drawer, he pulled two out and threw one at, yes, Kakyoin's head.]

Does it count as early or late? I haven't slept at all. I really don't feel tired, my mind won't stop going.

[He tucked his loose hair behind his ear, put the spoon between his teeth, and started fiddling with the plastic top of the pudding cup. His nemesis.]

[lapidarius]

[It was Hierophant that caught that, quickly wrapping around the flying spoon before it knocked its user's glasses off.]

A bit of both, I guess--it's technically morning.

[Shrugging, he pulled over a chair and sat down. (...so this was apparently just normal)]

Are you doing okay?

[digiorno]

Arng cng ang nyu nn snn ksschn - 'it.

[He shifted the spoon to the corner of his mouth, then tried again.]

I could ask you the same question. I probably should have already.

[He took his time pulling the chair back over to the table and settling in; once he had the top peeled off, he folded it in half, then in quarters, and then he frowned sharply and unfolded it into half again.]

People keep getting upset with me for not . . . getting upset? So for a while I was staying up on purpose, and now it's sort of happening by accident.

[lapidarius]

I guess it'd be the expected response if you were upset. [Hierophant dropped the spoon into his hand, and Kakyoin twirled it between his fingers instead of opening his own cup just yet.]

I'm not saying you need to be, or even that you should be. I'm just assuming that...you know, not being upset looks a little like 'being upset and hiding it'.

[digiorno]

Mmm. Maybe I am? I don't know. Sometimes it just doesn't feel like anything. It was like that after Bruno died, too. Just a lot of nothing.

I had a really odd conversation with Jonathan, though. I don't understand how Victorians got anything done.

[lapidarius]

...Odd in what way, exactly?

[let's start with that]

[digiorno]

I don't know, maybe it's normal. Are parents supposed to do this thing where they try really hard to understand you but are somehow functionally incapable of doing so?

[lapidarius]

...

[sweats nervously]

...yeah, actually. I think so.

[digiorno]

Oh. I didn't know.

[.....stares]

What?

[lapidarius]

What? Nothing.

[continues fidgeting with shirt, as one does]

[digiorno]

Kakyoin!

[A sharp look.]

You're looking at me like I've grown extra heads. You've been looking like that since you walked in, what is going on?

[lapidarius]

[OH MY GOD DON'T BE MAD MAFIA FRIEND]

I-I just...what exactly are you...er, wearing?

[digiorno]

[...... witness this deeply confused expression.]

What does that have to do with . . . ? It's a nightgown?

[Is that the right answer? DOES HE WANT THE BRAND NAME, LIKE WHAT]

[lapidarius]

It's just not exactly what I'd have expected, that's all!

[ain't gonna judge but good lord warn someone first]

[digiorno]

Well, I wasn't exactly expecting a party in the kitchen at 4 in the morning, Kakyoin.

[If he was he'd be wearing a suit, duh.]

If I'd known you'd be here and in serious danger of having a heart attack I'd have worn a wifebeater and boxer shorts as per societal custom.

[lapidarius]

Don't be ridiculous, it just startled me.

[give this child a break]

I'm not going to have a heart attack.

[digiorno]

That's good. You really wouldn't last long in this house if that was all it took.

[lapidarius]

No kidding.

[looks at literally all of passione]

...So now that we've cleared that up, I'm pretty sure that kind of thing is just normal for parents in general. Did Jonathan say something particularly strange?

[digiorno]

No, no. Nothing like that. It was more . . .

[Humming thoughtfully, he rested the spoon on the tip of his nose.]

He was trying so hard, you could see him trying, and . . . maybe I'm just not used to people trying so hard in that particular way for me?

[lapidarius]

Maybe not. I don't think anyone could blame you if that were the case. [Kakyoin fidgeted with the spoon in his hand, spinning it a few times like one might do with a pen. Finally he set it down and stood up, turning to keep his hands busy by making tea like he'd planned to in the first place. Two cups instead of one would be easy enough.]

But if he's trying so hard to understand you despite the fact that he may not be able to-...

['I'm his mother, yet I still don't know why he's like that.']

...it just means he cares about you enough to know it's worth the attempt.

[digiorno]

Mmm. That's what I was thinking. I just wasn't sure if I was doing something wrong. I don't really know how to be anybody's son. Especially not to a good person.

. . . He was trying so hard, though. It was sort of adorable.

[What a good papa.]