Good. You're comfortable as hell, so stay. [Though he'd be lying if he say he wasn't interested in this scandal. But he's not going to pester if Avdol isn't going to share that, so that's fine.
It's interesting to listen to. He wonders how much of it is anything like where Reimi's from? He should probably ask her sometime. It's kind of a shame he'll probably never see it himself, and he can never show Reimi any part of Napoli either. That'd be the dream, showing both Reimi and Avdol the places he's actually fond of. Stories will just have to be enough.
So he listens to Avdol's weeb tale. He isn't surprised that Avdol got stares, honestly. He probably would in Italy, too. It's shitty, but true.]
They just never saw a man as handsome as you before, don't worry about it. [SLICK. NICE.] Never had Japanese food, though. I'd try it. And that tea ceremony you mentioned. [Because that does, honestly, have his interest. He fucking loves tea.]
Well. If we can get bird boxes here to play music we're familiar with, maybe there's something similar we can do for the places we've been. Who knows.
[SLICK ALRIGHT. Avdol snorts, sputters, and manages to rein it the Fuck In this time round, but BOY THAT WAS A GOODUN.]
I thought you were meant to always shoot straight with me? And I know about shooting, too. [Don't tap th-- oh he's doing it, he's tapping the forehead scar. This is...Weird, though. Bittersweet. And if he lingers on the impossible for too long, it'll just become bitter in their mouths, so...
Moving right along, naturally.] You know what? I don't see why we couldn't get at least...Holograms of places we've seen, or something like that. How would that be any different than the music, like you said? It's all basically our memories...Until the Prismals get on that, however, I'll have to really dig through Caihong to find the next best thing. If I find a restaurant that serves anything close to good sushi, or even just the right ingredients, it's happening. That's going to be our next date--
If you have no objections, of course. Which reminds me, we need to get to picking out a show to see, and a night to see it. I'll take care of the tickets, once we've decided! It's only fair, since I'm imposing on you. [Thankfully, he says that much with an incredibly smug tone, bringing Abbacchio's knuckles to his lips for the complete package deal of snooty asshole.]
Is that where that scar came from? [what the fuck, that must have been a close call. he doesn't know the hol horse story yet but wow
Gently, he squeezes Avdol's hand, and he smiles crookedly.] Already planning the second date, huh? Hmm. [Teasing aside, well. He's going to lean in and plant a kiss very firmly onto Avdol's cheek.] But yeah. No objections. I'd love to give it a shot.
[Oh. Okay. Avdol's kissing his knuckles. Shit, that's smooth too. God damn.]
...Hey. Whatever ends up happening. I'm glad we're giving it a try. So. Thank you.
Mmhm! I'll tell you the story one day, though you'll probably think less of me for it. That's the Ballad Of The Worst Thing I Ever Did To Polnareff, and it's maybe...Fourth date material? Mm.
[It's fine, Polnareff deserved it or something. But Polnareff is not here, and also not giving dating him a go, and definitely not all warm and wonderful and alive curled up against him, so Avdol does Not think about him past that. Sorry buddy, priorities. Top of that particular list is HOLDING HANDS WITH BIG TITTY GOTH, and second is DON'T EMBARRASS YOURSELF.] Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you for saying yes at all, since I'd likely shrivel up from embarrassment and hide for a week straight otherwise.
Not that I'd have let you get rid of me so easily, but you'd have gotten a break at least. ...Joking aside, though, I know that whatever happens, we're going to have a good time, and...That's the least I want to give you. Some wonderful memories with a strange man you met on some alien planet.
[He's quiet for a moment then, smiling faintly at their joined hands like a complete dork, before looking back up and Intensifying That Smile.] If we go to a musical at night, does that mean that we get to dress up in our finest? And what night works best for you? --not that we have to decide what date now or anything, I'm just curious!
Sure. I can wait, anyway. I don't have to know all your secrets right off.
[And really, he's looking forward to it? Like, progressively knowing him. It's almost normal, what the hell. He didn't think he'd get anything close to normal like ever again. Wild.
What Abbacchio wants to say is it's because I'm a giant fuckup why are you even bothering but he already knows Avdol isn't going to have any of that. They're two men with complicated self-esteem problems heyyyy. So he just shrugs and aggressively cuddles. Yeah, that'll do it.
Oh fuck Avdol's smile is really nice. Abbacchio ducks his head a little. CAN'T TAKE IT.]
That's the idea, yeah. It's a nice excuse to dress up. You don't have to do black tie, though. Like-- whatever you think it's nice, I wanna see that.
[He likes Avdol's clothes, so he wants to see what he'd do!]
Honestly, I don't have many in the first place, apart from the true depths of my bastardry. Lucky you, right? [Being normal again is so, so fucking weird. And exciting. After the whole Dio thing started, Avdol honestly didn't expect to do much in life apart from chasing after Mr. Joestar for the rest of his days because...What else would there be? He couldn't go back to his shop after that.
But now, he wants the shop here. Has something incredibly bizarre and normal all in one right here, some strange time-travelling romance shit that he never expected for himself, where they can just talk about themselves and snuggle up on the couch and get sat on by chickens and, apparently, get embarrassed by each other still.
God, that's so cute. Abbacchio is so cute, even if he could possibly kill with just a look.]
...Mm? [Time to stop thinking so many gay thoughts!!!] I don't actually have nice clothing here yet, to tell the truth. It's all been simple things that I've bought...But I'll do my best to dress appropriately, so you're not disappointed. Maybe a little jewellery, even! [He sneaks in a quick, affectionate little nuzzle/headbutt combo, smile wide and warm and serene.] I can't wait to see you dressed up. You look fantastic normally, so I'll have to brace my jaw to keep it from dropping, I think.
Guess we're just gonna have to have a competition of who's the real asshole here. [SPOILERS IT IS ABBACCHIO. But then, he's never shy about that, so you know.
He squeezes Avdol's hand.]
You won't disappoint me. You're fucking handsome, and I don't know anything about Egyptian fashion but I wanna see what you put together. [He reaches up, idly playing with Avdol's ponytail.] I'm gonna like it.
I am good at exactly two things: making tea and looking good, so I can't really hold back on the second one.
Leone. [Affectionate, amused, exasperated.] In my observations, and I watch you as closely as is socially acceptable, rest assured, you're good at plenty.
Most of them just aren't things that we can discuss in civilised company. [RIMSHOT. And he looks so smug about it, too.] But in all seriousness, even if you are good at many things, not all of which involve emotionally compromising me, I have no doubt that you are amazing at those two things in particular.
...Which only makes me equal parts anxious and incredibly eager for the date, to be honest! It'll be nice to do something...normal, I guess. Something that doesn't involve mortal peril. Just me trying to not throw up on myself while I wait for you to answer the door, probably. So...Thank you for this. For saying yes. I know we're going to have a great time, no matter what, and I'll have to go home at a ridiculous hour and face either Polnareff or the chickens judging me for my walk of shame.
Shit, you're not the only one that's gonna be nervous. [Lightly tugs on his ponytail. But like, an affectionate one, not a mean one.] Maybe you should bring a barf bag, huh?
[Seriously, though, it'll be nice to do something kinda normal for a change! No stupid Stand battles or hijinks, theoretically. Just a nice night out with a handsome man.]
You could you could always stay over. If you wanted.
[LOOK THEY FUCKED MORE THAN THEY BEEN ON DATES, IT'S AN APPROPRIATE JOKE. ...He still deserves that little ponytail-tug though, and damn if he doesn't know it and chuckle as his head tips back all the same.]
I'll bring a bucket, just in case we get our second wind halfway through. What if I start panicking as I think about whether or not to kiss you at your doorste--
[OH. oh. oh! oh wow, h. give him a second he's.
SOMEHOW THIS IS FLUSTER MATERIAL??????] Ah.
I. Think I'd like that, if your roommate wouldn't mind.
[Will he ever get tired of this casual kiss thieving system they have going on? Definitely not; even now, it's enough to make him switch from embarrassed at the idea of ~staying the night in while Narancia's possibly there~ to absolutely overjoyed, virtually radiant with simple happiness as he presses in and enthusiastically returns the kiss as much as he can.
What can he say? He's a sucker for affection, especially when doled out by his favourite person on this planet full of wonderful people.] What if I care about what he thinks? I'm meant to be his dance teacher, you know! It's a rare position where I might actually be worthy of respect!
[That does not sound at all convincing when delivered through chuckles, sir.] Clearly we're going to have to let him veto all shows of affection between us while he's around. Or-- It wouldn't actually bother him, would it? I didn't actually consider that, hah.
I have no idea. Between the two of us, Narancia's always been the more affectionate one anyway. It's not like I dated anyone around him before.
[at worst he'll probably just act like a kid and go "ew cooties" but like whatever]
I mean. I am trying to be considerate and not bother him much. Other than when we try to crank our music at each other. [Step one: he stopped bringing random guys over when Narancia moved in! Step two: definitely going to stop those random one night stands now, no regret tbh.] Even if he's a fucking brat. It'll probably be fine, though.
[how does he even broach the topic of "hey i have a boyfriend deal with it" to the gang? he probably won't! it's not their business and he isn't sure how to share happier shit with them! egads!]
...Maybe I'll just have to be on my best behaviour while I'm visiting you two, then. I'm sure he won't actually mind, but I don't want to make things awkward for you or him just because it's incredibly hard to not kiss you.
[Case in point: more kisses stolen! A few dotted around Abbacchio's mouth before the last one lingers right on the bullseye.] ...You know, it really does sound like you're family. Brothers, at least to me. That must be nice. I definitely don't want to ruin something so precious, so I'll let you handle it in your own time and fashion.
Besides. If you did let me break it to him, I'd probably do it without any decorum. 'Hello Narancia, lovely to see you, why yes I'm dating Leone and we have kissed several times and will probably embarrass you by doing so several more times in the future!' Don't think that would go down so great, do you?
You won't embarrass me, and if it embarrasses him I'm gonna just want to kiss you more. But I guess I can wait.
[YEAH. KISSES. This definitely pleases Abbacchio.] It's fine. Neither of us have had much in the way of family before except people who passed away. That goes for all of us that Bucciarati got together. [And he does love them a lot, but he has to be tsundere about it.] I kind of ended up adopting Reimi too, but I guess that's no surprise.
Hey, I wouldn't be any better about it. I'd probably say something like "I'm seeing Mohammed Avdol and if you don't like it you can piss right off." At least you're nicer about it.
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It's interesting to listen to. He wonders how much of it is anything like where Reimi's from? He should probably ask her sometime. It's kind of a shame he'll probably never see it himself, and he can never show Reimi any part of Napoli either. That'd be the dream, showing both Reimi and Avdol the places he's actually fond of. Stories will just have to be enough.
So he listens to Avdol's weeb tale. He isn't surprised that Avdol got stares, honestly. He probably would in Italy, too. It's shitty, but true.]
They just never saw a man as handsome as you before, don't worry about it. [SLICK. NICE.] Never had Japanese food, though. I'd try it. And that tea ceremony you mentioned. [Because that does, honestly, have his interest. He fucking loves tea.]
Well. If we can get bird boxes here to play music we're familiar with, maybe there's something similar we can do for the places we've been. Who knows.
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I thought you were meant to always shoot straight with me? And I know about shooting, too. [Don't tap th-- oh he's doing it, he's tapping the forehead scar. This is...Weird, though. Bittersweet. And if he lingers on the impossible for too long, it'll just become bitter in their mouths, so...
Moving right along, naturally.] You know what? I don't see why we couldn't get at least...Holograms of places we've seen, or something like that. How would that be any different than the music, like you said? It's all basically our memories...Until the Prismals get on that, however, I'll have to really dig through Caihong to find the next best thing. If I find a restaurant that serves anything close to good sushi, or even just the right ingredients, it's happening. That's going to be our next date--
If you have no objections, of course. Which reminds me, we need to get to picking out a show to see, and a night to see it. I'll take care of the tickets, once we've decided! It's only fair, since I'm imposing on you. [Thankfully, he says that much with an incredibly smug tone, bringing Abbacchio's knuckles to his lips for the complete package deal of snooty asshole.]
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Gently, he squeezes Avdol's hand, and he smiles crookedly.] Already planning the second date, huh? Hmm. [Teasing aside, well. He's going to lean in and plant a kiss very firmly onto Avdol's cheek.] But yeah. No objections. I'd love to give it a shot.
[Oh. Okay. Avdol's kissing his knuckles. Shit, that's smooth too. God damn.]
...Hey. Whatever ends up happening. I'm glad we're giving it a try. So. Thank you.
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[It's fine, Polnareff deserved it or something. But Polnareff is not here, and also not giving dating him a go, and definitely not all warm and wonderful and alive curled up against him, so Avdol does Not think about him past that. Sorry buddy, priorities. Top of that particular list is HOLDING HANDS WITH BIG TITTY GOTH, and second is DON'T EMBARRASS YOURSELF.] Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you for saying yes at all, since I'd likely shrivel up from embarrassment and hide for a week straight otherwise.
Not that I'd have let you get rid of me so easily, but you'd have gotten a break at least. ...Joking aside, though, I know that whatever happens, we're going to have a good time, and...That's the least I want to give you. Some wonderful memories with a strange man you met on some alien planet.
[He's quiet for a moment then, smiling faintly at their joined hands like a complete dork, before looking back up and Intensifying That Smile.] If we go to a musical at night, does that mean that we get to dress up in our finest? And what night works best for you? --not that we have to decide what date now or anything, I'm just curious!
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[And really, he's looking forward to it? Like, progressively knowing him. It's almost normal, what the hell. He didn't think he'd get anything close to normal like ever again. Wild.
What Abbacchio wants to say is it's because I'm a giant fuckup why are you even bothering but he already knows Avdol isn't going to have any of that. They're two men with complicated self-esteem problems heyyyy. So he just shrugs and aggressively cuddles. Yeah, that'll do it.
Oh fuck Avdol's smile is really nice. Abbacchio ducks his head a little. CAN'T TAKE IT.]
That's the idea, yeah. It's a nice excuse to dress up. You don't have to do black tie, though. Like-- whatever you think it's nice, I wanna see that.
[He likes Avdol's clothes, so he wants to see what he'd do!]
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But now, he wants the shop here. Has something incredibly bizarre and normal all in one right here, some strange time-travelling romance shit that he never expected for himself, where they can just talk about themselves and snuggle up on the couch and get sat on by chickens and, apparently, get embarrassed by each other still.
God, that's so cute. Abbacchio is so cute, even if he could possibly kill with just a look.]
...Mm? [Time to stop thinking so many gay thoughts!!!] I don't actually have nice clothing here yet, to tell the truth. It's all been simple things that I've bought...But I'll do my best to dress appropriately, so you're not disappointed. Maybe a little jewellery, even! [He sneaks in a quick, affectionate little nuzzle/headbutt combo, smile wide and warm and serene.] I can't wait to see you dressed up. You look fantastic normally, so I'll have to brace my jaw to keep it from dropping, I think.
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He squeezes Avdol's hand.]
You won't disappoint me. You're fucking handsome, and I don't know anything about Egyptian fashion but I wanna see what you put together. [He reaches up, idly playing with Avdol's ponytail.] I'm gonna like it.
I am good at exactly two things: making tea and looking good, so I can't really hold back on the second one.
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Most of them just aren't things that we can discuss in civilised company. [RIMSHOT. And he looks so smug about it, too.] But in all seriousness, even if you are good at many things, not all of which involve emotionally compromising me, I have no doubt that you are amazing at those two things in particular.
...Which only makes me equal parts anxious and incredibly eager for the date, to be honest! It'll be nice to do something...normal, I guess. Something that doesn't involve mortal peril. Just me trying to not throw up on myself while I wait for you to answer the door, probably. So...Thank you for this. For saying yes. I know we're going to have a great time, no matter what, and I'll have to go home at a ridiculous hour and face either Polnareff or the chickens judging me for my walk of shame.
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Shit, you're not the only one that's gonna be nervous. [Lightly tugs on his ponytail. But like, an affectionate one, not a mean one.] Maybe you should bring a barf bag, huh?
[Seriously, though, it'll be nice to do something kinda normal for a change! No stupid Stand battles or hijinks, theoretically. Just a nice night out with a handsome man.]
You could you could always stay over. If you wanted.
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I'll bring a bucket, just in case we get our second wind halfway through. What if I start panicking as I think about whether or not to kiss you at your doorste--
[OH. oh. oh! oh wow, h. give him a second he's.
SOMEHOW THIS IS FLUSTER MATERIAL??????] Ah.
I. Think I'd like that, if your roommate wouldn't mind.
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I don't give a fuck what Narancia minds, you can kiss me.
[And guess what, he's gonna lean up and go to steal a kiss RIGHT FUCKINGGG NOW.]
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[Will he ever get tired of this casual kiss thieving system they have going on? Definitely not; even now, it's enough to make him switch from embarrassed at the idea of ~staying the night in while Narancia's possibly there~ to absolutely overjoyed, virtually radiant with simple happiness as he presses in and enthusiastically returns the kiss as much as he can.
What can he say? He's a sucker for affection, especially when doled out by his favourite person on this planet full of wonderful people.] What if I care about what he thinks? I'm meant to be his dance teacher, you know! It's a rare position where I might actually be worthy of respect!
[That does not sound at all convincing when delivered through chuckles, sir.] Clearly we're going to have to let him veto all shows of affection between us while he's around. Or-- It wouldn't actually bother him, would it? I didn't actually consider that, hah.
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[at worst he'll probably just act like a kid and go "ew cooties" but like whatever]
I mean. I am trying to be considerate and not bother him much. Other than when we try to crank our music at each other. [Step one: he stopped bringing random guys over when Narancia moved in! Step two: definitely going to stop those random one night stands now, no regret tbh.] Even if he's a fucking brat. It'll probably be fine, though.
[how does he even broach the topic of "hey i have a boyfriend deal with it" to the gang? he probably won't! it's not their business and he isn't sure how to share happier shit with them! egads!]
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[Case in point: more kisses stolen! A few dotted around Abbacchio's mouth before the last one lingers right on the bullseye.] ...You know, it really does sound like you're family. Brothers, at least to me. That must be nice. I definitely don't want to ruin something so precious, so I'll let you handle it in your own time and fashion.
Besides. If you did let me break it to him, I'd probably do it without any decorum. 'Hello Narancia, lovely to see you, why yes I'm dating Leone and we have kissed several times and will probably embarrass you by doing so several more times in the future!' Don't think that would go down so great, do you?
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[YEAH. KISSES. This definitely pleases Abbacchio.] It's fine. Neither of us have had much in the way of family before except people who passed away. That goes for all of us that Bucciarati got together. [And he does love them a lot, but he has to be tsundere about it.] I kind of ended up adopting Reimi too, but I guess that's no surprise.
Hey, I wouldn't be any better about it. I'd probably say something like "I'm seeing Mohammed Avdol and if you don't like it you can piss right off." At least you're nicer about it.