[It takes a minute, but eventually the door opens a crack to reveal Reimi, wearing a bathrobe backwards and a pair of modest-sized pink monarch wings extending out from the middle of her back, between the shoulders and a little lower.]
Hey...
[Here and there, little tendrils of something almost like very fine pollen shake free from her wings, but only if she moves them too much.]
[Honestly, the wings are very pretty. He wants to say that they suit her, but now's a shitty time for it -- but pridefully, he'd say that Reimi looks good in anything. She's cute, but she's also beautiful too. That's her, that's his little sister.
Right now she needs his support, though.]
Hey you.
I got a few things, but if you want to keep your back covered it's gonna get tricky. We can figure it out, though. Had a few ideas.
[Reaching out, he lightly cups the back of her head so he can bump his forehead to hers before going inside. He's setting the shopping bag down onto the floor, pausing so he can reach out and ruffle Arnold's head.
Inside the bag are a variety of backlessshirts, but he's also found a few shawls too.]
I figured these will do for now, and the cape could probably be arranged to cover your back. I could also try modifying some of the shirts you love the least so your wings won't get crushed but your back's still covered.
Try not to, um. Don't touch the stuff coming off them, if you can help it.
[She relaxes visibly, though, at the easily offered affection, even if she also instinctively pivots in place so that she's always facing him, back always turned carefully away. Arnold, also, boofs at the attention, and wags his tail before moving to walk a slow circle around Abbacchio's legs, clearly approving.]
I guess maybe we should just start with something that isn't a bathrobe, huh...? And then we can figure out the rest after. I miss having a shirt on.
I'm pretty sure you'll run out of here to go find Mr. Avdol.
[ISN'T THAT GREAT?? THAT'S JUST GREAT. FUCKING CORDIS. like literally fucking, cordis.]
Yeah, let me just...
[She bites her lip, thinking carefully about how she wants to do this and trying with everything she can not to beat her wings amidst it. There are no particularly good options here, but one is at least less shitty than the other.]
Let me have it, and I'll get it on, and you can, um. Fasten it?
[She retrieves one of the long-sleeved halter shirts, with a trio of pearl buttons to fasten the neck and a tie to hold the back in place, and turns away in order to properly slip it on and secure it as best she can.
As she does, her back comes into full view, or at least as full as it can be while obscured by her delicate, translucent wings. The contrast of the elegant beauty of the appendage with the savage, ragged scars bitten into her back is dramatic; one almost dainty, the other anything but.
She does her best to tie the shirt at the waist, loosely knotting it just to hold the fabric in place, then gets her arms through the sleeves and adjusts the rest, working one of the three neck buttons through its loop to at least ensure it won't fall down.]
[His pretty sister. He does feel awful that her scars are exposed. For him when he leaves his own in view, it's his way of saying fuck you, Boss, I'm not afraid. But she has every right to want to cover hers, every right to treat it as she needs to. They're different is all. No choice better than the other.]
Here, let me tighten this a bit. [The tie at the waist.] Do you want it all the way buttoned?
Yeah, I think so. It's probably easier to get it undone than it is to fasten it on, so I should be okay.
[She's holding her wings as rigidly as she can, trying to keep them from fluttering, and her willpower in this is as strong as in everything else; they're steady as a stone, and utterly unmoving.]
I guess I should've expected something like this sooner or later, huh...?
[Gently, he fixes up the tie on the shirt, then helps working the final buttons. There's a pause at her question, then he closes his eyes and reaches down to hold her hand.]
I don't know. This place is full of surprises, and it's hard to predict what it'll force us to experience.
[A mixed blessing, but he still overall doesn't regret being in this place.]
Hey. It'll be okay. You're fucking beautiful. If you need to cover up your back, we'll work on that. If you wanna leave it exposed, then that's cool. But there's no pressure either way.
I just want you to be happy with yourself. You deserve it.
[She hesitates, then ducks her head, grasping his hand when he reaches for hers, like it's a lifeline in a moment of turmoil.]
...If you saw someone walking around out there with scars like those, what would you think? Be honest, don't just tell me something nice to make me feel better. Wouldn't you think it was horrible?
I'd think whatever happened to that person must have been horrible.
[There's a pause, then he lifts his shirt, just enough to show the fist-sized scar below his chest.]
It's different for us. I know that. [At least when he died, it didn't last long. Just long enough to leave a clue for Giorno to find. Reimi-- she didn't have that luxury.] And maybe it's because I've seen enough kind of scars on people. But I'd really wonder more whatever they suffered must have been awful, not gee that's hideous.
I'm jealous of you sometimes. You wear whatever you want, and even if that shows, you're so brave about it. I wish I could do that.
[She sighs.]
I don't even know what I think would happen. I don't even think it would change anyone's opinion of me, or anything. Maybe I just feel like it would make people sad, and I don't want to be the reason that people I care about are sad.
[Florentino used to say things like that, he thinks. Leone, I could never be as brave as you, he would say as Abbacchio tidied up his makeup.
But he knows-- he really knows who's the strongest one here. Abbacchio carefully puts his arm around Reimi's shoulders, not touching her wings, giving her a loose hug.]
You're still one of the strongest people I know, sorellina. It doesn't mean you're totally flawless. You're allowed to be sensitive about this.
[Lightly, he nuzzles the top of her head, smiling against her.]
I was thinking about burning down another building but I guess I can be here instead. [More warmly, he says:] Anytime. Okay? You're always there for me. And I'm always gonna do what I can to be there for you.
Oh. I mean, in his way. I don't think I've ever seen Mohammed angry, but I'm sure he's capable of it. Anyway, it was more like he was worried about me. More of a well-meaning lecture.
[and seriously did not blame him for fighting joseph joestar]
Josuke put the building back together, you believe that?
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about as much as i expected to wake up with horns
of course i can
just give me a bit of time ok?
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im gonna take care of it
see you soon
[It does take him a bit longer than he really wanted, but eventually Abbacchio does come knocking on the door.]
Hey, sorellina. Can I come in?
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Hey...
[Here and there, little tendrils of something almost like very fine pollen shake free from her wings, but only if she moves them too much.]
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Right now she needs his support, though.]
Hey you.
I got a few things, but if you want to keep your back covered it's gonna get tricky. We can figure it out, though. Had a few ideas.
[Reaching out, he lightly cups the back of her head so he can bump his forehead to hers before going inside. He's setting the shopping bag down onto the floor, pausing so he can reach out and ruffle Arnold's head.
Inside the bag are a variety of backless shirts, but he's also found a few shawls too.]
I figured these will do for now, and the cape could probably be arranged to cover your back. I could also try modifying some of the shirts you love the least so your wings won't get crushed but your back's still covered.
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[She relaxes visibly, though, at the easily offered affection, even if she also instinctively pivots in place so that she's always facing him, back always turned carefully away. Arnold, also, boofs at the attention, and wags his tail before moving to walk a slow circle around Abbacchio's legs, clearly approving.]
I guess maybe we should just start with something that isn't a bathrobe, huh...? And then we can figure out the rest after. I miss having a shirt on.
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[But he's not gonna be stupid and touch the pollen, curious as he is. It's probably pheromone shit, knowing this place.
Okay! So, he picks the loosest shirt in the bunch so she can get that on without too much trouble, hopefully.]
You want some help?
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[ISN'T THAT GREAT?? THAT'S JUST GREAT. FUCKING CORDIS. like literally fucking, cordis.]
Yeah, let me just...
[She bites her lip, thinking carefully about how she wants to do this and trying with everything she can not to beat her wings amidst it. There are no particularly good options here, but one is at least less shitty than the other.]
Let me have it, and I'll get it on, and you can, um. Fasten it?
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Yep. Okay. Put on what you want and I'll help with the rest.
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[She retrieves one of the long-sleeved halter shirts, with a trio of pearl buttons to fasten the neck and a tie to hold the back in place, and turns away in order to properly slip it on and secure it as best she can.
As she does, her back comes into full view, or at least as full as it can be while obscured by her delicate, translucent wings. The contrast of the elegant beauty of the appendage with the savage, ragged scars bitten into her back is dramatic; one almost dainty, the other anything but.
She does her best to tie the shirt at the waist, loosely knotting it just to hold the fabric in place, then gets her arms through the sleeves and adjusts the rest, working one of the three neck buttons through its loop to at least ensure it won't fall down.]
There. Did I get it right?
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[His pretty sister. He does feel awful that her scars are exposed. For him when he leaves his own in view, it's his way of saying fuck you, Boss, I'm not afraid. But she has every right to want to cover hers, every right to treat it as she needs to. They're different is all. No choice better than the other.]
Here, let me tighten this a bit. [The tie at the waist.] Do you want it all the way buttoned?
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[She's holding her wings as rigidly as she can, trying to keep them from fluttering, and her willpower in this is as strong as in everything else; they're steady as a stone, and utterly unmoving.]
I guess I should've expected something like this sooner or later, huh...?
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[Gently, he fixes up the tie on the shirt, then helps working the final buttons. There's a pause at her question, then he closes his eyes and reaches down to hold her hand.]
I don't know. This place is full of surprises, and it's hard to predict what it'll force us to experience.
[A mixed blessing, but he still overall doesn't regret being in this place.]
Hey. It'll be okay. You're fucking beautiful. If you need to cover up your back, we'll work on that. If you wanna leave it exposed, then that's cool. But there's no pressure either way.
I just want you to be happy with yourself. You deserve it.
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[She hesitates, then ducks her head, grasping his hand when he reaches for hers, like it's a lifeline in a moment of turmoil.]
...If you saw someone walking around out there with scars like those, what would you think? Be honest, don't just tell me something nice to make me feel better. Wouldn't you think it was horrible?
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[There's a pause, then he lifts his shirt, just enough to show the fist-sized scar below his chest.]
It's different for us. I know that. [At least when he died, it didn't last long. Just long enough to leave a clue for Giorno to find. Reimi-- she didn't have that luxury.] And maybe it's because I've seen enough kind of scars on people. But I'd really wonder more whatever they suffered must have been awful, not gee that's hideous.
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[She sighs.]
I don't even know what I think would happen. I don't even think it would change anyone's opinion of me, or anything. Maybe I just feel like it would make people sad, and I don't want to be the reason that people I care about are sad.
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But he knows-- he really knows who's the strongest one here. Abbacchio carefully puts his arm around Reimi's shoulders, not touching her wings, giving her a loose hug.]
You're still one of the strongest people I know, sorellina. It doesn't mean you're totally flawless. You're allowed to be sensitive about this.
It's okay.
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[It's an attempt, and a quietly grateful one at that. She leans into the hug, finding a wobbling smile to offer him as well.]
Thanks for coming to help me. I know it probably threw a wrench in your whole day, but I feel better knowing you're here.
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[Lightly, he nuzzles the top of her head, smiling against her.]
I was thinking about burning down another building but I guess I can be here instead. [More warmly, he says:] Anytime. Okay? You're always there for me. And I'm always gonna do what I can to be there for you.
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[JUST BURNED DOWN A WHOLE BUILDING AND WENT TO JAIL FOR IT.]
...So? Did he really chew you out for it?
[She means Avdol, clearly.]
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Oh. I mean, in his way. I don't think I've ever seen Mohammed angry, but I'm sure he's capable of it. Anyway, it was more like he was worried about me. More of a well-meaning lecture.
[and seriously did not blame him for fighting joseph joestar]
Josuke put the building back together, you believe that?
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...Wait. Josuke put it back together?
[Something is not adding up here, and she's quickly coming to the realization of what it is.]
I thought you didn't really get along. You asked him to do that?
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Hm. We don't, but he did it himself. I didn't ask him to do anything.
I wouldn't hair if it was never rebuilt but I guess he felt like since he could he should.
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[She cocks her head, regarding him quizzically.]
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[he fought josuke's dad how does he explain this!!]
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