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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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[lapidarius]

I...I don't know, last week? Why?

[why does everyone want to kick someone's ass for him]

[digiorno]

Oh. Then that was after . . .

[Hm. He seems to settle a little, bouncing on the balls of his feet.]

So I shouldn't fight him.

[He tosses the package at Kakyoin and perches on the edge of the bed. There are little green ladybugs on the paper, for the record.]

[lapidarius]

After...what? Is everything okay?

[He looked from the package to Giorno, deciding that the latter was obviously first priority.]

[digiorno]

Oh, it's fine. He was just being stupid. I told him to stop being stupid.

[OBVIOUSLY IT WAS EXACTLY THAT SIMPLE. But he really doesn't look at all bothered.]

[lapidarius]

Someone does need to do that, once in a while. We should have written a guide on how to deal with Polnareff, it would have come in quite useful for future generations.

[he's only half-kidding, and veeeery carefully opening that package]

[...the paper's nice okay]

[digiorno]

We can still write it! There's time. Someone ought to. I mean, it could have been worse, but really, he's just . . .

[boys.............. are so weird.]

[But anyway: under the paper is the promised dress. Back covered, shoulders only partially bare, green and reminiscent of brush strokes. Giorno watches Kakyoin eagerly, kicking his feet a little while the package is unwrapped.]

[lapidarius]

He's very himself, I can't think of many other ways to describe...it...

[oh my god he is awestruck and a little bit in love. so much so that he forgot to continue gently dunking on polnareff.]

[now that's an indication of serious shit]

...It's perfect.

[digiorno]

[It's actually moderately worrying when Kakyoin just stops talking. Admittedly Polnareff hasn't been around that long, but even Giorno knows that dunking on him is a national sport. So he watches Kakyoin a little nervously until he speaks, and then — grins a little, biting his lip.]

Really?

[small delighted footkick....]

[lapidarius]

Of course. It's really fantastic, it looks just like a canvas and it'll mostly cover my shoulders--

[Beat.]

Wait right here.

[...there he goes ducking into the bathroom to change apparently (casually barricading the other door on polnareff's side just in case)]

[digiorno]

[Okay so: it needs to be said that this is the cutest thing that's ever happened in Giorno Giovanna's entire life to date. So as soon as Kakyoin is firmly ensconced in the bathroom, he footkicks ferociously for a moment or two and then curls up on the bed, legs tucked under him, waiting So Patiently.]

[And, it has to also be said, being grateful that he picked a style that's really easy to get into while also planning something hideously complicated with lots of straps for if Polnareff ever lets himself get talked into this. #revenge]

[lapidarius]

[HE'S JUST HAPPY TO BE HERE FOR ONCE OKAY]

[A minute or two later, Kakyoin came back out(without even stumbling a little in those shoes) looking generally pleased but a little awkward regardless. This was definitely going to take some getting used to, but he couldn't deny it looked nice.]

[(He really didn't want to think about the idea that anyone else would think he was weird if they saw this, but so it went.)

...What do you think?

[digiorno]

[No, okay, important correction: THIS IS THE CUTEST MOMENT IN HIS LIFE. Everything is so cute. This is where he will die.]

[Except if he dies he won't be able to do a happy little clap and nod fervently in approval, so dying is put on hold in favor of that.]

It looks really good! Oh, that's a good shape for you, hmm, I did a good job.

[#VOGUEITALY]

Mm, does it feel okay? Do you like it? That's the important part, you know.

[lapidarius]

I...think it feels fine? I'm not sure yet, I've never worn anything like this before.

[fashion, how even does it work]

I like how it looks, at the very least.

[digiorno]

That's good! And you haven't even tripped and broken your ankle or anything.

[beams!!]

I'm really glad. It would have been fine if you hated it, I had fun making it anyway. But I'm glad you like it.

[lapidarius]

I don't fall very often. It took some practice, but I have pretty good balance with how often I end up walking on tripwires.

[or standing on rooftops and streetlights like a fucking idiot]

...Does anyone else know aside from Polnareff? I'm not really sure just walking around like this without warning would go over very well.

[digiorno]

Ah, you really have been practicing, hm? You're so wonderful.

[Kakyoin is the best ever, news at 11.]

Mm, I haven't told anyone. I mean, Bruno knows what I wear, but I haven't said anything about you. I could pave the way if that would be helpful, or help you talk to people if that would be, but it might not go as awfully as you think. People might just stare because they didn't realize you had such nice legs.

[lapidarius]

It's not-...I'll admit I care a little too much about what other people think of me, but I'm not concerned with what anyone else has to think about how I look.

[He shrugged, sitting back down next to Giorno and curling his hair around a finger.]

I just don't like people thinking I'm weird for something as minor as this. I've had enough of that for a couple lifetimes.

[digiorno]

That makes sense.

[He hums a little, leaning against Kakyoin's shoulder.]

You know, if people think you're weird, then they'll think I'm weird, too. So you're not alone.

[lapidarius]

I guess being weird with someone else wouldn't be that bad.

[He cracked a small smile, draping an arm over Giorno's shoulders.]

...But the first person to laugh is in for one hell of a bad day.

[digiorno]

Well, you know what they say. You haven't lived until you've stomped on someone's instep in heels.

[who made them this way]

[lapidarius]

I guess that'll just have to do; I can't just go throwing emeralds at people's heads and make them think a ghost is trying to kill them like I used to.

[CALM DOWN BOTH OF YOU]

[digiorno]

. . . You did that?

[Giorno stares Very Intently at Kakyoin and tugs on the hem of his dress. Tell him the story?? What the heck???]

[lapidarius]

Well...once.

[okay okay you twisted his arm HERE HE GOES]

I think I told Jojo part of this once, but I didn't give him the whole story. I never really got along with anyone before I met him and the others, and I tended to get a few people picking on me for the way I looked or how I acted.

So, one day when I was around thirteen I was leaving school, and this one kid in my class just wouldn't leave me alone. You know, the type that never shuts up and never has anything worth hearing. Well, I was a perfect honor student, so I couldn't just punch him where everyone could see. Had to maintain my image, right?

[Naturally.]

I kept walking until I was sure we were out of sight of anyone else, and then I turned around to throw a punch--but it was kind of like I got a better idea at the same time, and I just put my hand out. The next thing I knew, Hierophant really let him have it; right in the face with an emerald and some cold water.

[...it's fine to be proud of beating up a thirteen year old if you were also thirteen, right?]

Obviously, he had no idea what had hit him, and I might have knocked a few other things around to play up the whole 'vengeful telekinetic' image. [did you know carrie was published in 1974] The next day, he tried to accuse me of punching him. It was his word against an honor student's with no evidence to back him up except a couple of bruises.

[A shrug.]

He never came near me again. I can't remember his name, but I sure as hell remember how scared he was of me. That's how I decided that if anyone else was going to judge how I looked, I'd make them regret it. Maybe I've been mistaken for a girl a few too many times and obviously I'm not built like Jojo or Polnareff, but I look like this because I want to.

[digiorno]

[This story, which is dramatic and exciting enough all on its own, is peppered throughout with oohs, ahs, and gasps from the peanut gallery, population: one. Giorno's day just keeps getting better and better, honestly, and when Kakyoin gets to the vengeful telekinetic part he wiggles closer and wraps his arms around Kakyoin's arm with the world's most intense and attentive stare.]

[HE IS INTERESTED. HE IS PAYING ATTENTION. WITNESS HIM.]

[And when the story is done, he's all smiles, squeezing Kakyoin's arm and then lacing their fingers together and wiggling his toes out of a truly absurd level of satisfaction at this kid he's never met before getting his ass totally handed to him.]

You are so wonderful and so perfect and I love you so much. My only regret is that I really don't want anyone to say anything rude to you, but I also want to watch you make someone regret doing it.

[He lives the most difficult life imaginable. Save him from this.]

[lapidarius]

[Giorno, oh my god.]

[Kakyoin honestly never got tired of seeing him overeager and excited. You know, like a normal kid was probably supposed to be (not that he of all people knew for sure).]

I love you too, Giorno. I'm sure someone's bound to say something stupid eventually. Or I could just beat up Polnareff sometime, but that might be mean even by my standards.