[And here's Abbacchio in all of his Sheepacchio glory, horns and wool hair and all. He's made an attempt to tie it back, but it's just not the same as Avdol braiding it for him.]
Yeah, it sure fucking is. Go sit down, I'll get you some water.
[ There was a lean in from Mista with a flick of his ears, he couldn’t remember if he’d dealt with Abbacchio during his cycles before. Then again, he didn’t remember much right now. Still there was that instinctive urge to sniff before stepping back with a huff. ]
Tch, why does everyone want me to drink water?
[ Still he gestured for Abbacchio to come through the door, not bothering to wait and close it before making his way back to the couch and flopping down. ]
Because you're shitfaced and I'm a fucking expert on being the local drunk.
[He summons Moody Blues, who fades into sight before approaching the kitchen to get said glass of water. Abbacchio is going to sit next to Mista.]
C'mere. [An arm is held out, inviting him in.] I promised you I wasn't going anywhere. I'm gonna keep that promise. Even if you ever get sick of me. All right?
[ Shit, who did he say it to, then? Who did he call ragazzone? Fuck.
It was a thought that passed quickly, no need to panic yet. It's okay, it's not really important. He's warm and he's comfortable and he's definitely not going to cry again. ]
...I tried every single day to get him out of that crystal, you know that? Maybe I should have tried harder.
Yeah, but he's going back without me! How am I supposed to do my fucking job if I'm not there to do it?
[ He didn't even really sound angry about it, just hurt and he found himself almost falling right back into that feeling that he'd failed in some capacity.
Abbacchio was right, though, Giorno was definitely a lucky boy and even if Mista wasn't there with him there were still some other people around that could help him do what he needed to do. They'd had work to do, his absence wouldn't be enough to deter someone like Giorno. ]
You didn't have to come over, you could've just ignored my stupid shit. You probably had other stuff to do, right?
[ Never in a million years did he ever think that being around Abbacchio would be this comforting, that he was capable of this kind of brotherly affection. It was nice. He reached up to push his hat back, pulling away with a half-smile on his lips. ]
The Avdol guy, right? Big fortune teller? I think you guys are good together, I'm pretty sure he'd understand anything...
[ Hmmm. What was that like? Having someone else to go to that wasn't just a friend...an internal shrug. ]
Really, though, thanks. I think...I probably need to apologise to a lot of people for this mess. I don't even know who else I talked to.
[This place has been good for a few things. Despite the tragic partings and what they might mean, he's also met some people that have given him a sense of peace and mind. Something that makes him think, for once, of the future, even if it is limited for him.]
Thanks. He's way too fucking good for me, but we've had that talk. But-- he makes me happy, which is a pretty big deal.
[IT'S REAL NICE BTW]
Like I haven't texted a bunch of people while being trashed before. It'll be fine. I think they'll understand, Mista.
[Arguing about what he does or does not deserve isn't something he wants to do, but he also doesn't want to agree because MISTA IS WRONG, so he just makes an uncomfortable sound.]
Well, it wasn't me, otherwise I'd have clocked you one by now. [or just came looking real pissed but you know] Want me to check?
[ He closed his eyes, holding out his phone for the other man as he went through his list in his mind. Abbacchio, Reimi, Jolyne, Josuke, Alucard, someone else he couldn't remember...?
Fuck. At least if it was one of the girls he could get away with it as a mistake. Alucard or Josuke? Which one? Maybe that was why he was getting hearts from Dracula? No, Mista, no it's not. ]
[ He reached out to grab the phone, squinting at it as if you double check what he was being told. Nope, absolutely correct. It was with a weary sigh that he dropped his phone onto his lap, closing his eyes. ]
[ God, please don't let him ask, that was going to be a hell of a thing to have to explain. That squeeze and those words from Abbacchio, though, it was enough to bring a different sort of flush to his cheeks. ]
H-hey, a crush? Seriously? Like...
[ Was that extreme? No, not really. ]
...shit, I wouldn't even know if I do or not. How're you even supposed to tell?
[ There was a pause as he reached up, covering his face with his hands before pulling them down over his cheeks. ]
I mean, I’ve thought girls were cute before and tried to be cool on the streets but it was always just walking by or something? I’m guessing it’s more than that, like a lingering sort of feeling maybe?
[He sighs and rubs his face for a moment before he gives Mista something of a side glance.]
Yeah. Bit like a lingering feeling. It's ... you know they're more than just cute. It's like, your heart brightens up when they just come into the room, or you hear their voice. ...Like things make more sense when they're around, or you feel calmer. You know? A friend can do some of that too, but when someone you might even wanna date it's both really clear but also fucking confusing as hell.
[ There was a heavy sigh at that, hands back up to rub at his eyes. Frustration or resignation? He couldn’t tell, even as that quiet titter of a laugh came out of his mouth. ]
I guess I knew that...but it’s probably a hell of a lot easier to see it when it’s happening to someone else. You know, like in the movies? You can see the moment it happens but when you’re living it...it’s different.
[ A pause, Mista letting out a huff of a laugh. ]
He brought the Pistols a little house and I thought my heart was gonna explode...fuck.
I mean, I guess. [That's hard for him to relate to, Abbacchio's fallen in love like three times in his life man. Of course he knows what the fuck it's like to have a crush.]
[ He looked pensive for about the millionth time today, finally leaning forward on the couch to fuss with some of the mess he’d made before Abbacchio had shown up. Ears flattened against his head as he shook it just a little, not really sure what to say to that. ]
Mmmm, yeah, you’re probably right. I guess I’m still just a little...
[ There was a very non-committal shrug on his end. ]
...what’s me, what’s the moon, something like that.
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Yeah, it sure fucking is. Go sit down, I'll get you some water.
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Tch, why does everyone want me to drink water?
[ Still he gestured for Abbacchio to come through the door, not bothering to wait and close it before making his way back to the couch and flopping down. ]
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[He summons Moody Blues, who fades into sight before approaching the kitchen to get said glass of water. Abbacchio is going to sit next to Mista.]
C'mere. [An arm is held out, inviting him in.] I promised you I wasn't going anywhere. I'm gonna keep that promise. Even if you ever get sick of me. All right?
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There can be two, besides I already told you I'm just a little drunk.
[ Wait, had that been Abbacchio? Maybe it hadn't been, who knows. Who cared. ]
I know what you said, though, but I think you were right. We really don't have a choice, man, we don't get to pick what happens.
[ There was a pause from him, nestling in against the other man comfortably. This was fine, but everything else was not. ]
...Giorno is gone too. That's what I was trying to tell you.
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[Fortunately, he doesn't rag on Mista for that. Instead, he just pulls him into a tight hug, letting him get as comfortable as he wants.]
It sucks. And I wish there was a better answer, but I don't think there's anything we can do.
And yeah, I got that. ...I'm sorry. I know you're pretty fond of him.
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It was a thought that passed quickly, no need to panic yet. It's okay, it's not really important. He's warm and he's comfortable and he's definitely not going to cry again. ]
...I tried every single day to get him out of that crystal, you know that? Maybe I should have tried harder.
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It's shitty but it was out of our hands. But at least all he's doing is going back to Italy.
[Which isn't as shitty as, say, the fates of Narancia and Bucciarati. But he doesn't mention that.]
He'll be all right. That shitty brat has incredible luck. You don't have to worry about him as much.
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[ He didn't even really sound angry about it, just hurt and he found himself almost falling right back into that feeling that he'd failed in some capacity.
Abbacchio was right, though, Giorno was definitely a lucky boy and even if Mista wasn't there with him there were still some other people around that could help him do what he needed to do. They'd had work to do, his absence wouldn't be enough to deter someone like Giorno. ]
You didn't have to come over, you could've just ignored my stupid shit. You probably had other stuff to do, right?
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[And he knows that, deeper than he cares to admit. There are things about Giorno he knows that have put a few things into perspective, after all.
He snorts and reaches up, tugging Mista's hat over his eyes, almost playfully. In that obnoxious big brother kind of way.]
Idiot. Of course I had to come. This is a shitty time for us both. What good am I if I didn't check on you?
Besides, I wasn't doing much. Just at Mohammed's, anyway. He understands.
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[ Never in a million years did he ever think that being around Abbacchio would be this comforting, that he was capable of this kind of brotherly affection. It was nice. He reached up to push his hat back, pulling away with a half-smile on his lips. ]
The Avdol guy, right? Big fortune teller? I think you guys are good together, I'm pretty sure he'd understand anything...
[ Hmmm. What was that like? Having someone else to go to that wasn't just a friend...an internal shrug. ]
Really, though, thanks. I think...I probably need to apologise to a lot of people for this mess. I don't even know who else I talked to.
[ Dumb dumb. ]
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[This place has been good for a few things. Despite the tragic partings and what they might mean, he's also met some people that have given him a sense of peace and mind. Something that makes him think, for once, of the future, even if it is limited for him.]
Thanks. He's way too fucking good for me, but we've had that talk. But-- he makes me happy, which is a pretty big deal.
[IT'S REAL NICE BTW]
Like I haven't texted a bunch of people while being trashed before. It'll be fine. I think they'll understand, Mista.
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You know, you deserve good things too, you gotta stop doing that...
[ Wise words from a drunk idiot, bringing his hands up to the sides of his own face and smooshing his cheeks together. ]
...I called someone ragazzone. I don't know who it was and now I'm afraid to even look. Fuuuuck.
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Well, it wasn't me, otherwise I'd have clocked you one by now. [or just came looking real pissed but you know] Want me to check?
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Fuck. At least if it was one of the girls he could get away with it as a mistake. Alucard or Josuke? Which one? Maybe that was why he was getting hearts from Dracula? No, Mista, no it's not. ]
...yeah, please.
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[Taking the device from Mista, he starts to flip through his messages, looking thoughtful for a minute.
Then he looks at Mista, arches a brow and says flatly:] Bad news, man. Josuke's the one.
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It couldn’t have been Dracula, could it? Shit...
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[There's a pause, then he gently squeezes his arm around Mista's shoulders.]
You know it's cool if you got a crush on him or something.
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H-hey, a crush? Seriously? Like...
[ Was that extreme? No, not really. ]
...shit, I wouldn't even know if I do or not. How're you even supposed to tell?
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god help this stupid boy
[ There was a pause as he reached up, covering his face with his hands before pulling them down over his cheeks. ]
I mean, I’ve thought girls were cute before and tried to be cool on the streets but it was always just walking by or something? I’m guessing it’s more than that, like a lingering sort of feeling maybe?
MISTA PLEASE
[He sighs and rubs his face for a moment before he gives Mista something of a side glance.]
Yeah. Bit like a lingering feeling. It's ... you know they're more than just cute. It's like, your heart brightens up when they just come into the room, or you hear their voice. ...Like things make more sense when they're around, or you feel calmer. You know? A friend can do some of that too, but when someone you might even wanna date it's both really clear but also fucking confusing as hell.
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I guess I knew that...but it’s probably a hell of a lot easier to see it when it’s happening to someone else. You know, like in the movies? You can see the moment it happens but when you’re living it...it’s different.
[ A pause, Mista letting out a huff of a laugh. ]
He brought the Pistols a little house and I thought my heart was gonna explode...fuck.
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Oh. Holy shit, that's-- [REALLY CUTE?! JOSUKE WHAT.] --pretty nice of him.
...Yeah, you're into him. Just saying.
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Mmmm, yeah, you’re probably right. I guess I’m still just a little...
[ There was a very non-committal shrug on his end. ]
...what’s me, what’s the moon, something like that.
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Want me to get you anything while I'm still here?
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