True, I didn't actually think to check the opera status, I just sent this before I chickened out! As long as it's something you'll enjoy, I'm happy to be there with you.
Haha, wow. I don't think I've been this nervous about anything in a long time! But then, I haven't been this happy about anything in even longer, so it seems fair.
[you didn't go nearly crying ALL OVER ONE OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS about your big gay crush, probably!]
hey look you said you wanted to know all of me and i think before we go you should probably know a bit more that way you can figure if you still wanna go with me
I've literally never asked anyone on a date before, Leone! Yes, I'm nervous right now! Even though you said yes, I'm incredibly nervous!
But I'm not backing down. If you want to tell me about yourself, I'll gladly listen, but don't think that you can use this to get out of seeing a musical with me and having to put up with me humming the songs afterwards. Would you prefer to call, or do it face to face? Or is this way easier for you?
Alright. Would you like to come to my place for once? I think Polnareff's out, so we should have some privacy. And you can meet the girls, though I was hoping to save that for the second date if you wanted one...I'll have to deal with it.
Also, in this moment? I'm not sorry that you're the first person I've asked on a date, so I don't think you should be either.
[Here comes an attached map, with the apartment block in question circled and the number written beside it! And a smiley face for good measure.]
[When Avdol opens the door, he's still got their messages open on his bracelet and sweat beading on his forehead; still, he smiles and ushers Abbacchio in to meet the welcoming committee, who are perched expectantly on the lounge like queens. There's also the smell of tea brewing, definitely as close to chai as one can get in Lunatia; somebody's clearly needed some distraction this entire time.]
Make yourself at home! If there's not enough room on the couch, feel free to gently nudge the ladies along until there is; they take up more room than they need to, sometimes. I'll get you some tea, and you can tell me what it is that's on your mind.
[But first-- gotta swoop in and kiss the guest on the cheek, because that's the sort of relationship they apparently have. Just kissing between buddies who are maybe going on a date, maybe, yeah. And then he bustles over to the kitchenette, still very much flustered, RIP.] You won't disown me if I have milk in my chai, right?
[DAMN THERE THEY ARE THE LADIES. He can definitely smell the chai but it's nice and familiar.
fuck ok dont smile like an idiot at the kiss on the cheek it's not a big deal AHHHH]
I think I can manage to not consider it a sin. [Abbacchio doesn't shoo away the chickens and instead is crouched by the couch and observing said chickens. They're kind of cute??]
Thanks for fixing something up. Do they all have names?
[The ladies look a little intimidated at first, but once Abbacchio's crouched down in front of them, they all huddle and scoot closer to him, clearly curious about The New Person. Not that he can see what they're doing with the back of the couch in the way, but Avdol's still leaning forward a little like he can, smiling a little more easily as he pours out a second cup of chai.]
They do. Michael, Prince, and Lionel. ...I was alone on an island with only the chickens for company, so perhaps my naming scheme wasn't the greatest, but it's all they answer to now. I was going to eat them if I was left alone for too long, but...
I'm glad that I didn't, and that they're here. [Over he comes, little tray of teacups on one hand and a dish of some sort of mash in the other, before setting it down on the coffee table. Soon as the girls get a whiff of the clam mixture he's whipped up for them, their attention's completely diverted and they're on the floor waiting for that good shit.
Couch: now empty. Avdol looks way too pleased with his chicken-diversion as he sits, legs crossing primly and one cup of black chai held out expectantly.]
Here, I made yours black. All the chai I drank in India was milky and loaded with su-- Goodness, no wonder my tea palate's ruined, between the American and my travels in India. This is awful. Distasteful. I can't believe I've let myself become so sullied.
Damn, you really like pop music, huh. [It's kind of endearing, honestly. Not that he dislikes pop; it's fine and he can enjoy listening to it. He just can't stand the shit Narancia listens to, which is a shame now that they're roommates but sometimes you just gotta put up with your orange son blasting the worst shit in the world.
There the ladies go, and now the couch has room. Abbacchio's still curiously watching them, but he sits down and accepts the tea.]
Fucking awful. I can't believe I agreed to go out on a date with you. [He smiles crookedly for a moment, taking a sip. It's well brewed, as close as possible to chai. It's nice, actually.]
...Look. I don't have a good way to transition into this. But it mostly has to do with my time when I was a cop.
I did warn you that I was fond of disco pop; you have no excuse now, I'm afraid.
[Cue shiteating grin over the rim of his cup, before he sips properly like a real boy. The slowly-building confidence is quickly tamped down when it comes time to get to the real meat of this tea date, though, and he puts the cup back down on the table to better listen.
The girls have no respect for conversational procedure, though; one hops back up on the couch between them, mash speckled on her beak as she tries to wiggle her way onto Avdol's lap.] Mm, I figured as much. ...Take your time, alright? I know this sort of thing is never easy to get out, but I have nowhere else to be, nor anywhere else I'd rather be.
And here. [Abbacchio now has one (1) chicken, Prince to be specific, placed carefully on his lap instead.] Scratch under the ruff on her neck.
[Hesitantly, he follows as indicated, scratching under Prince's rough. Light and easy so she doesn't get startled. Honestly, he wasn't expecting such friendly chickens.]
...Ever since I was a kid, it was my dream to be a police officer. Really help people who needed it. [It was naive and unrealistic and stupid.] My partner was a good man, knew exactly who he wanted to be too. We got through academy together.
I learned the hard way that things weren't so easy; the veterans on the force didn't give a shit about people's real problems and ate out of the pocket of criminals. You put away a guy one day, he's back out on the streets the next day. That kind of thing. It wasn't ever enough. Florentino used to say that I needed to be patient. He was always stronger than me.
I let it get to me. My resolve wasn't as strong as his, and I started taking bribes. So the last guy I took a bribe from murdered a store clerk. I caught him at the scene, but he recognized me. I froze up.
My partner came in and took the bullet meant for me. He died, the thug lived and ratted me out. Not that I'd have stayed on the force after that.
That's the kind of guy I am. I'm fucking worthless, especially without someone to follow. I don't have any strength for myself, and I got a good man killed. And I'm alive now when I definitely don't fucking deserve it.
[That's...Yeah, it's a lot to take in. Not that it changes Avdol's feelings one bit, since he can absolutely imagine what it would've been like, the pressure, the inescapable corruption, how easy it would've been for a rookie to justify it all. But a life is still a life, and it's one that clearly meant a lot to Abbacchio at that.
Humming through his nose in thought, Avdol looks at Prince, who is completely content and starting to try and tuck her head under her wing without pushing That Really Nice Hand away, then up to the owner of said hand.]
I'm still going to the musical with you.
[One sip of tea, before he leans back-- and Michael and Lionel are on his lap then, jockeying for prime position, but whatever. This is serious, he's not letting chickenfesta take away from that!!] A hypothetical. A child causes a housefire through their own actions, without thinking of the consequences of playing with fire. While they get out relatively unharmed, their parents are burned badly, and a majority of their property is destroyed.
Although the child never wanted for their parents to be hurt and for everything to be lost, they were still doing something they knew they shouldn't, and so could absolutely be held accountable for the fire, for the irreversible harm they caused to people they loved. Would you write them off completely?
[Honestly, he isn't sure what he wanted to expect. In his heart, he had a feeling that Avdol would be understanding, would refuse to reject him. Maybe that's what he wanted, too, for Avdol to not turn his back on him, but he also deserved to know the worst part of Abbacchio.
He wants to say that it's different with the both of them -- but this is also how Avdol is relating to him. Sharing his own past troubles. The struggle, no doubt, of someone born with a Stand.]
No. I wouldn't.
[Especially not a kid, but it doesn't hurt that he grew up into a good man.]
It was hard, wasn't it. Magician's Red was born when you were. And they couldn't see him.
Life is hard, Leone. Life is awful. I know that I'll never know exactly how it feels to bear this cross, but...
If you wouldn't turn me away, then I won't leave you either. I wouldn't have even if I didn't have the slightest inkling of how you might feel, to be honest. [His gaze drops to Prince then, smile tugging at his lips, and he shrugs.] You know, chickens are excellent judges of character? They have to be, being prey animals.
I think that they can see in you what I do, though. That you're the sum of all of your actions, not just a select few. Just like I am.
I try not to think about just my problems. Just that I'm the kind of asshole who's his own undoing. ...But I appreciate you understanding me.
[There are other things. He makes bad choices, he's part of the mafia even after death, he's barely a recovering alcoholic -- but if Avdol is able to take him at his worst, then everything else probably hardly matters as much.
He looks down at Prince, who definitely has gotten comfortable on his lap. It's kind of cute what the fuck. These ladies are so pure.]
Reimi said something similar once. Being more than just your trauma and mistakes. [And who else gets trauma like poor Reimi Sugimoto?]
...I like you a lot, Mohammed. For a long time, I only felt calm around one person, like the world only made sense around him, otherwise it was just a fucking mess. Then I got close with Reimi. And I feel that way about you too.
So. I'd really like to go to a musical or whatever the hell we end up doing. Because it's you.
The appreciation's mutual, for what it's worth. As is, apparently, the assholism. I can't believe we're both assholes. But then, isn't the saying that girls like bad boys? Maybe that explains our current predicament some.
[Avdol almost reaches over to give Prince a little scratch, but her sisters start protesting juuuuust loudly enough that he thinks better of it and continues doting on them instead. He's just about to comment on their tea probably going a little cold by now and isn't Reimi wise beyond her years, she's really something else, but
ouch fuck ow okay, just beat the fuck out of his feelings why don't you??? Keep it cool Mohammed, don't be a fucking weenie, it's fine, this is what your image has been perfectly sculpted to result in--]
I-- Ah. [Words, asshole!] ...I don't think I can actually say how hearing that makes me feel, hah. [Close enough.] That is-- You already mean so much to me. I guessed when I saw you make that glass rose that you were someone special, but...Mm.
[Gently, he deposits his two passengers on the floor; they're not happy about it whatsoever and try to jostle Abbacchio's feet for affection instead, but too bad so sad, because he's getting in there first with a hug. A non-Prince-crushing one, thankfully, but a hug all the same.] I'm glad you told me to figure out what I want, so that I could understand a little better just how special you are to me.
Yeah, you can be a bit of a bastard. [But he doesn't mind it. Honestly, he likes it in Avdol, that he gives it back and doesn't just take it. It's true that he accuses him of being too nice -- and sometimes he still feels that's true -- but it's not like Avdol lets anyone walk all over him either.]
Moody Blues just plays back what already happened. Not like I picked the rose or anything. [Which-- hey. He still hasn't given that to anyone. There's a thought, but maybe for later. If things work out okay.
There's a pause, and he leans into the hug, closing his eyes. He still has no idea how he expected this to go, but at least the biggest part is left open now, the worst of him.
.................Okay wait a second.]
I didn't...
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Fucking hell, you asked that question. [And honestly he's just surprised he didn't figure it out because he could pick up on everyone else what the hell. Abbacchio really can't help but laugh.] Asshole. And what the hell are you doing being so worried about how you look, then?
Oho! I've managed Asshole and Bastard status in one fell swoop! I'll have to get that embroidered on my headband as a mark of pride. ...I'm sorry I made you answer a question about yourself, though. I thought that your perspective would be the most important one, is all.
[He's so proud of himself, too. Big grin and all, even as he has to answer to his self-deprecation. Call that the effects of a really, really good hug. ...Which he has to break, just a little, to sit down properly again, albeit hip to hip with an arm still draped around Abbacchio's hips.] I don't know if you've seen a mirror recently, though? I know I'm not ugly because I have seen ugly in my life, but you're on about ten other levels of attractive. I know that it doesn't matter between us, but I don't want people to think you're not dating to your full potential.
Or I didn't want them to think that. Now that it's actually a thing, I don't actually care what other people think of us having a good time together, and I don't think that you do either, so right now I'm not particularly worried about it. Not when I could worry about actual practical things like what to wear, and whether I should put my hair up or leave it out, and maybe whether you'll let me put an arm around your shoulders while we're watching the musical.
Maybe, if I behave myself, you might let me give you a goodnight kiss. I'm really aiming for that, to be honest.
Yeah yeah, you're a sneaky prick. Don't get too proud. [no avdol should be totally proud, Abbacchio didn't suspect a fucking thing?? God he's usually better than that.] But I'm glad you got the answer you needed. [Honestly, he isn't sure if he would have worked up the spine to ask Avdol out either.]
Hey. Shut up. [Said in the most fond way possible!] You're fucking handsome. And I'm not just saying that. When I said you were hot before, I wasn't talking about your temperature. We're just different, that's all. [Like, Abbacchio's physical appearance is one of the few things he's confident in, but he's also totally 100% confident in Avdol being handsome as hell. Not everyone is going to be hairless and silver haired, and frankly he's super into the dadbod, so WHATEVER.] Anyway, I don't give a fuck what other people think either.
[It's cute though. Avdol's been thinking about it. What the hell.]
I haven't been on a real date in ages. So, you know, this is gonna be different for me too. But I think I'll be pretty damned happy with your arm around me.
[Hang on-- time to move Prince, who is completely asleep by now, also onto the floor. Look ladies, Avdol loves you very much, but there is too much crush risk in what he's about to do and he also has to do it. He absolutely has to lean over even more, one hand wedged between Abbacchio's thigh and the couch and the other on his opposite shoulder, and he 100% has to kiss him on the mouth right this minute. That's just the fucking tea: if he has a relatively high level of pre-consent then why bother trying to keep his hands off Abbacchio at all, life is too fucking short.]
...I like that we're different but similar, to tell the truth. [God-- he didn't mean to mumble that out at such close proximity because that makes it way more intense than it should've been, but whatever, bro!] I think that's another reason why I like you so much; I thought about doing a reading when I first realised that I was interested in you, but then I realised that that would take away all the surprises. I'm going in completely blind, and it's wonderful. Almost like we're just two normal people.
[Fucking sit down already, Avdol!!! G O D.] I'm sorry, that was a little more than I meant to say. What I'm trying to get at is that I'm very, very excited for our date. I might even get a new outfit, since I have more chroma these days. Would you believe that in my first month or two here, I was too embarrassed to moonlace with anyone?
[bye prince he'll miss you. Thankfully the void of being chickenless is quickly settled with a kissful of Avdol, which he's hardly going to complain about. He takes a moment to appreciate his warmth again, in body and personality; he reaches up, touching Avdol's cheek, pressing into the kiss before they part.]
Yeah, no cheating with fortunetelling. [He says it wryly.] Besides, I still have your Star card. [Though he imagines it's been replaced by now, but he's touched regardless that he has it.]
I mean, I don't blame you. I mostly wanted to be left alone and didn't really want to touch anyone. [Something that they all need to get over, he supposes.] We're in a pretty fucking weird situation.
Mm, you do! I bought a full pack at last, but we just haven't clicked properly yet so I wouldn't cheat now even if I wanted to...I don't regret giving the Star to you, though. Have you thought of a meaning for it yet? No rush, I'm just curious really.
[He looks at his hands for a moment, wringing them just a touch, before loosely placing one over the hand that just touched his cheek.] ...After so long, it doesn't feel as strange, but it really is. I'm glad I'm not the only one who hid away in his apartment though, even if your cycle is far more attractive and less humiliating than mine.
Still! It's-- Well, with everything, the way it is for both of us, I definitely can't say that I regret being pulled here. Best case scenario back home, I somehow end up in Italy, oh...Thirty years your senior, thereabouts? So this is peak luck for me, really.
Is that how it works? You have to used to a deck? [He teases a little but he's genuinely curious now too. It was kinda hokey to him at first but now he's at least interested to expanding his perspective on it.]
The first time I hit the cycle all I wanted to do was eat and shop. Last time was a bit different. I don't know, it's just inconsistent, but I guess the cat shit doesn't hurt does it. Besides, your tentacles weren't bad, but I get the lubricating thing being fucking annoying. [at least it's not a pain in the ass badumtsch]
No promises. I'm already dead, remember? I guess JP's determined to fix things, but I don't have any expectations. Not because I doubt him. [For all the shit he gives Polnareff, he knows he has noble and very stubborn intentions.] But who knows. Maybe we'll both get lucky. I have no idea what would even happen if I went back now since by all evidence to the Moon Knights I'm alive again, but nobody can figure out why.
Mhmm, it's like any other tool-- [Wait a second. There is a grave misconception here that needs to be cleared up for the sake of-- well, nothing really, but it's probably important to be honest about this shit.
Avdol leans in, expression serious, and raises his eyebrows.] Oh, Leone. That...That was different; I don't normally have octopus parts, for one, and I'm normally much more of a wreck. You haven't seen anything yet, I'm afraid. But at least you're prepared for the worst part of it, I suppose. Now if I call you up because I want you so badly that I'm openly weeping, you won't get such a shock to the system!
[Now that that's out of the way, he settles back on the couch and smiles a little, though it's...More wry than anything.] ...That's what I mean, though. Even if I live, the you I'd meet wouldn't be you anyway, and I'd be old. No matter what Polnareff does, we'll never have this chance again. Still, if you could go back and stay alive like this, then I think I'd be alright with missing out on being with you. I think knowing that you got your second chance at home too would...Be worth everything I could give up.
Actually, no. I know that would be worth it. I've always thought that, since I found out about the death thing. Think of the fortune you could make, using Moody Blues to make roses for little grandmothers around the world?
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Haha, wow. I don't think I've been this nervous about anything in a long time! But then, I haven't been this happy about anything in even longer, so it seems fair.
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[you didn't go nearly crying ALL OVER ONE OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS about your big gay crush, probably!]
hey look
you said you wanted to know all of me
and i think before we go you should probably know a bit more
that way you can figure if you still wanna go with me
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But I'm not backing down. If you want to tell me about yourself, I'll gladly listen, but don't think that you can use this to get out of seeing a musical with me and having to put up with me humming the songs afterwards. Would you prefer to call, or do it face to face? Or is this way easier for you?
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i really dont want to type it out
and for this kind of shit i guess it should be in person
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Also, in this moment? I'm not sorry that you're the first person I've asked on a date, so I don't think you should be either.
[Here comes an attached map, with the apartment block in question circled and the number written beside it! And a smiley face for good measure.]
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not that i mind
ok well
if you change your mind i won't be pissed
[GOD THAT'S CUTE please stop?? anyway so timeskip to that point in which he's knocking on your door what's up avdol]
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Make yourself at home! If there's not enough room on the couch, feel free to gently nudge the ladies along until there is; they take up more room than they need to, sometimes. I'll get you some tea, and you can tell me what it is that's on your mind.
[But first-- gotta swoop in and kiss the guest on the cheek, because that's the sort of relationship they apparently have. Just kissing between buddies who are maybe going on a date, maybe, yeah. And then he bustles over to the kitchenette, still very much flustered, RIP.] You won't disown me if I have milk in my chai, right?
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fuck ok dont smile like an idiot at the kiss on the cheek it's not a big deal AHHHH]
I think I can manage to not consider it a sin. [Abbacchio doesn't shoo away the chickens and instead is crouched by the couch and observing said chickens. They're kind of cute??]
Thanks for fixing something up. Do they all have names?
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They do. Michael, Prince, and Lionel. ...I was alone on an island with only the chickens for company, so perhaps my naming scheme wasn't the greatest, but it's all they answer to now. I was going to eat them if I was left alone for too long, but...
I'm glad that I didn't, and that they're here. [Over he comes, little tray of teacups on one hand and a dish of some sort of mash in the other, before setting it down on the coffee table. Soon as the girls get a whiff of the clam mixture he's whipped up for them, their attention's completely diverted and they're on the floor waiting for that good shit.
Couch: now empty. Avdol looks way too pleased with his chicken-diversion as he sits, legs crossing primly and one cup of black chai held out expectantly.]
Here, I made yours black. All the chai I drank in India was milky and loaded with su-- Goodness, no wonder my tea palate's ruined, between the American and my travels in India. This is awful. Distasteful. I can't believe I've let myself become so sullied.
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There the ladies go, and now the couch has room. Abbacchio's still curiously watching them, but he sits down and accepts the tea.]
Fucking awful. I can't believe I agreed to go out on a date with you. [He smiles crookedly for a moment, taking a sip. It's well brewed, as close as possible to chai. It's nice, actually.]
...Look. I don't have a good way to transition into this. But it mostly has to do with my time when I was a cop.
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[Cue shiteating grin over the rim of his cup, before he sips properly like a real boy. The slowly-building confidence is quickly tamped down when it comes time to get to the real meat of this tea date, though, and he puts the cup back down on the table to better listen.
The girls have no respect for conversational procedure, though; one hops back up on the couch between them, mash speckled on her beak as she tries to wiggle her way onto Avdol's lap.] Mm, I figured as much. ...Take your time, alright? I know this sort of thing is never easy to get out, but I have nowhere else to be, nor anywhere else I'd rather be.
And here. [Abbacchio now has one (1) chicken, Prince to be specific, placed carefully on his lap instead.] Scratch under the ruff on her neck.
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...Ever since I was a kid, it was my dream to be a police officer. Really help people who needed it. [It was naive and unrealistic and stupid.] My partner was a good man, knew exactly who he wanted to be too. We got through academy together.
I learned the hard way that things weren't so easy; the veterans on the force didn't give a shit about people's real problems and ate out of the pocket of criminals. You put away a guy one day, he's back out on the streets the next day. That kind of thing. It wasn't ever enough. Florentino used to say that I needed to be patient. He was always stronger than me.
I let it get to me. My resolve wasn't as strong as his, and I started taking bribes. So the last guy I took a bribe from murdered a store clerk. I caught him at the scene, but he recognized me. I froze up.
My partner came in and took the bullet meant for me. He died, the thug lived and ratted me out. Not that I'd have stayed on the force after that.
That's the kind of guy I am. I'm fucking worthless, especially without someone to follow. I don't have any strength for myself, and I got a good man killed. And I'm alive now when I definitely don't fucking deserve it.
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Humming through his nose in thought, Avdol looks at Prince, who is completely content and starting to try and tuck her head under her wing without pushing That Really Nice Hand away, then up to the owner of said hand.]
I'm still going to the musical with you.
[One sip of tea, before he leans back-- and Michael and Lionel are on his lap then, jockeying for prime position, but whatever. This is serious, he's not letting chickenfesta take away from that!!] A hypothetical. A child causes a housefire through their own actions, without thinking of the consequences of playing with fire. While they get out relatively unharmed, their parents are burned badly, and a majority of their property is destroyed.
Although the child never wanted for their parents to be hurt and for everything to be lost, they were still doing something they knew they shouldn't, and so could absolutely be held accountable for the fire, for the irreversible harm they caused to people they loved. Would you write them off completely?
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He wants to say that it's different with the both of them -- but this is also how Avdol is relating to him. Sharing his own past troubles. The struggle, no doubt, of someone born with a Stand.]
No. I wouldn't.
[Especially not a kid, but it doesn't hurt that he grew up into a good man.]
It was hard, wasn't it. Magician's Red was born when you were. And they couldn't see him.
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If you wouldn't turn me away, then I won't leave you either. I wouldn't have even if I didn't have the slightest inkling of how you might feel, to be honest. [His gaze drops to Prince then, smile tugging at his lips, and he shrugs.] You know, chickens are excellent judges of character? They have to be, being prey animals.
I think that they can see in you what I do, though. That you're the sum of all of your actions, not just a select few. Just like I am.
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[There are other things. He makes bad choices, he's part of the mafia even after death, he's barely a recovering alcoholic -- but if Avdol is able to take him at his worst, then everything else probably hardly matters as much.
He looks down at Prince, who definitely has gotten comfortable on his lap. It's kind of cute what the fuck. These ladies are so pure.]
Reimi said something similar once. Being more than just your trauma and mistakes. [And who else gets trauma like poor Reimi Sugimoto?]
...I like you a lot, Mohammed. For a long time, I only felt calm around one person, like the world only made sense around him, otherwise it was just a fucking mess. Then I got close with Reimi. And I feel that way about you too.
So. I'd really like to go to a musical or whatever the hell we end up doing. Because it's you.
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[Avdol almost reaches over to give Prince a little scratch, but her sisters start protesting juuuuust loudly enough that he thinks better of it and continues doting on them instead. He's just about to comment on their tea probably going a little cold by now and isn't Reimi wise beyond her years, she's really something else, but
ouch fuck ow okay, just beat the fuck out of his feelings why don't you??? Keep it cool Mohammed, don't be a fucking weenie, it's fine, this is what your image has been perfectly sculpted to result in--]
I-- Ah. [Words, asshole!] ...I don't think I can actually say how hearing that makes me feel, hah. [Close enough.] That is-- You already mean so much to me. I guessed when I saw you make that glass rose that you were someone special, but...Mm.
[Gently, he deposits his two passengers on the floor; they're not happy about it whatsoever and try to jostle Abbacchio's feet for affection instead, but too bad so sad, because he's getting in there first with a hug. A non-Prince-crushing one, thankfully, but a hug all the same.] I'm glad you told me to figure out what I want, so that I could understand a little better just how special you are to me.
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Moody Blues just plays back what already happened. Not like I picked the rose or anything. [Which-- hey. He still hasn't given that to anyone. There's a thought, but maybe for later. If things work out okay.
There's a pause, and he leans into the hug, closing his eyes. He still has no idea how he expected this to go, but at least the biggest part is left open now, the worst of him.
.................Okay wait a second.]
I didn't...
[
Fucking hell, you asked that question. [And honestly he's just surprised he didn't figure it out because he could pick up on everyone else what the hell. Abbacchio really can't help but laugh.] Asshole. And what the hell are you doing being so worried about how you look, then?
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[He's so proud of himself, too. Big grin and all, even as he has to answer to his self-deprecation. Call that the effects of a really, really good hug. ...Which he has to break, just a little, to sit down properly again, albeit hip to hip with an arm still draped around Abbacchio's hips.] I don't know if you've seen a mirror recently, though? I know I'm not ugly because I have seen ugly in my life, but you're on about ten other levels of attractive. I know that it doesn't matter between us, but I don't want people to think you're not dating to your full potential.
Or I didn't want them to think that. Now that it's actually a thing, I don't actually care what other people think of us having a good time together, and I don't think that you do either, so right now I'm not particularly worried about it. Not when I could worry about actual practical things like what to wear, and whether I should put my hair up or leave it out, and maybe whether you'll let me put an arm around your shoulders while we're watching the musical.
Maybe, if I behave myself, you might let me give you a goodnight kiss. I'm really aiming for that, to be honest.
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Hey. Shut up. [Said in the most fond way possible!] You're fucking handsome. And I'm not just saying that. When I said you were hot before, I wasn't talking about your temperature. We're just different, that's all. [Like, Abbacchio's physical appearance is one of the few things he's confident in, but he's also totally 100% confident in Avdol being handsome as hell. Not everyone is going to be hairless and silver haired, and frankly he's super into the dadbod, so WHATEVER.] Anyway, I don't give a fuck what other people think either.
[It's cute though. Avdol's been thinking about it. What the hell.]
I haven't been on a real date in ages. So, you know, this is gonna be different for me too. But I think I'll be pretty damned happy with your arm around me.
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...I like that we're different but similar, to tell the truth. [God-- he didn't mean to mumble that out at such close proximity because that makes it way more intense than it should've been, but whatever, bro!] I think that's another reason why I like you so much; I thought about doing a reading when I first realised that I was interested in you, but then I realised that that would take away all the surprises. I'm going in completely blind, and it's wonderful. Almost like we're just two normal people.
[Fucking sit down already, Avdol!!! G O D.] I'm sorry, that was a little more than I meant to say. What I'm trying to get at is that I'm very, very excited for our date. I might even get a new outfit, since I have more chroma these days. Would you believe that in my first month or two here, I was too embarrassed to moonlace with anyone?
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Yeah, no cheating with fortunetelling. [He says it wryly.] Besides, I still have your Star card. [Though he imagines it's been replaced by now, but he's touched regardless that he has it.]
I mean, I don't blame you. I mostly wanted to be left alone and didn't really want to touch anyone. [Something that they all need to get over, he supposes.] We're in a pretty fucking weird situation.
But I'm not unhappy with how it turned out.
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[He looks at his hands for a moment, wringing them just a touch, before loosely placing one over the hand that just touched his cheek.] ...After so long, it doesn't feel as strange, but it really is. I'm glad I'm not the only one who hid away in his apartment though, even if your cycle is far more attractive and less humiliating than mine.
Still! It's-- Well, with everything, the way it is for both of us, I definitely can't say that I regret being pulled here. Best case scenario back home, I somehow end up in Italy, oh...Thirty years your senior, thereabouts? So this is peak luck for me, really.
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The first time I hit the cycle all I wanted to do was eat and shop. Last time was a bit different. I don't know, it's just inconsistent, but I guess the cat shit doesn't hurt does it. Besides, your tentacles weren't bad, but I get the lubricating thing being fucking annoying. [at least it's not a pain in the ass badumtsch]
No promises. I'm already dead, remember? I guess JP's determined to fix things, but I don't have any expectations. Not because I doubt him. [For all the shit he gives Polnareff, he knows he has noble and very stubborn intentions.] But who knows. Maybe we'll both get lucky. I have no idea what would even happen if I went back now since by all evidence to the Moon Knights I'm alive again, but nobody can figure out why.
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Avdol leans in, expression serious, and raises his eyebrows.] Oh, Leone. That...That was different; I don't normally have octopus parts, for one, and I'm normally much more of a wreck. You haven't seen anything yet, I'm afraid. But at least you're prepared for the worst part of it, I suppose. Now if I call you up because I want you so badly that I'm openly weeping, you won't get such a shock to the system!
[Now that that's out of the way, he settles back on the couch and smiles a little, though it's...More wry than anything.] ...That's what I mean, though. Even if I live, the you I'd meet wouldn't be you anyway, and I'd be old. No matter what Polnareff does, we'll never have this chance again. Still, if you could go back and stay alive like this, then I think I'd be alright with missing out on being with you. I think knowing that you got your second chance at home too would...Be worth everything I could give up.
Actually, no. I know that would be worth it. I've always thought that, since I found out about the death thing. Think of the fortune you could make, using Moody Blues to make roses for little grandmothers around the world?
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