[in before she decides she actually looks kind of good in goth makeup and goes through a brief and fleeting Hot Topic phase]
Yeah. Even when we sent that monster to hell, Arnold's the one who attacked him. That was our plan, though. We used me as the bait because we were both pretty sure he would forget about Arnold.
[But still, that's another instance where she didn't actually defend herself without relying on someone else to help do it for her. It wouldn't be so bad, maybe, to know some things.]
You know, you said "me or someone else" earlier. Who's "someone else"? Are you already picking out my next boyfriend, huh?
It wasn't a bad idea. But it still couldn't hurt to know a couple of things.
[Maybe get her some pepper spray too. He's PLOTTING.]
Oh. [Well, he was thinking about Moody Blues, but she isn't a Stand user so he doesn't even bother trying to explain that one.] Nah. I just figured I wasn't the only one who wanted to make sure you were safe.
Yeah. Better to know and not need it, right? So I think it's a good idea, too.
[She grins, then squeezes him tight. The Chroma just keeps ringing up and she's not even thinking about her bank account right now.]
I think you're probably right about that. I wouldn't really want to rely on a boyfriend, anyway. I think girls should be able to stand up for themselves, not just get people to do it for them. Well, if they can help it, I mean.
[He teases, but he's glad she's agreed to it. At her own pace, but he does want to help. And honestly, it's occurred to him that anyone can show up here. Anyone. Better to be safe as much as they can be.]
Hey, c'mon. We got some shopping to do. Gotta get you to go wild on things you're trying on.
[She doesn't mean a word of it. It's just the rhythm of their teasing, bouncing back and forth; there's a positive energy to it that's lifting her mood, and she doesn't want to let go of it too soon.]
You have to tell me what girls are wearing in the future now. Is it all cropped tops and fishnet tights?
[And he doesn't mean it either. He likes this, their teasing. Even if he's afraid of fucking up their friendship, he's glad to have her.]
There was this girl I was helping to look after that wore a crop top and a skirt that split down at the hip. Wore boots, too.
[Actually, he thinks that Reimi and Trish would have gotten along well. He wonders, idly, if he'd have ended up as protective of her as he is of Reimi. Maybe, with how much things have changed.
Amazing what one week does. Amazing what a month does.]
[She sticks her tongue out at him, a quintessential teenage girl, then laughs and moves to take his hand so that she can tug him along toward the shops.]
I like boots a lot, they hurt my feet way less than those sandals. After a while the straps start to cut into your skin, you know?
[# girl fashion problems]
Mmm...I don't think I'm ready for a crop top yet, though. Or a skirt with a slit that high. Some of the girls used to roll up their uniform skirts to make them shorter, at school, but I never did. ...Well, I did once, but that's just because I was trying to impress somebody.
Oh, like you never did something dumb just to impress somebody you liked! Come on, you never showed off or acted a certain way just to get someone to notice you?
[She leads the way eagerly, alternating half between tugging him along and half between facing him while walking sideways-backward to do it, as they head toward Prissy Polyp, which is already attracting a lot of business thanks to their new clothing line and their killer doorbuster deals.]
Yeah, and then I realized I shouldn't do shit like that.
[no he will absolutely still do things if it makes bruno happy shut up
But it's nice, watching her be happy. Happier than she was. This girl really was given the short end of the stick in terms of life, but she's dealing with it anyway. She really is strong.]
Don't worry! There's no chance of it until I start going to school again, Abbacchio!
[It's subtle, but there's one piece of that sentence that's vital: until. School, now, isn't an "if" anymore; it's a "when".]
Ummm...you know what I really want? Pants! I haven't had a pair of jeans or anything in so long, I've forgotten what it feels like to wear things with legs!
I think I want the thick heels, too. They're easier to walk in, and definitely easier to run in if I had to. Buuuuuut I want fun ones! Like with big silver buckles, or chains that wrap around them or something!
[Reading between the lines, what she wants is to be ostentatious. In personality, she's really not that kind of girl, but there's an undercurrent to the notion, a recurring theme: visible, noticeable, noteworthy. Impossible to ignore.]
Haha, can you imagine? Something like that would make so much noise, I'd be jingling and jangling everywhere I went!
[Slowly, he's picking that up. To him, it's worth trying these things when the opportunity for it had been stolen from her once before. So, why not? Let her go wild. Let her decide what she wants to try.
They both have a second shot at life. Why the hell not?]
Hey, as long as you wouldn't get sick of it. I'm sure we can find something like that around here.
Well, I might get sick of it after a while. But obviously the answer to that is to just have more shoes than just that pair!
[THANKS, CORDIS]
Yeah! And then I need a top to go with everything. I think I saw some sweaters up in the window that looked cute...they were sleeveless, which is kind of neat.
[They also have no back and deliver a mild electric shock to anyone who gets too close, but she hasn't noticed that yet.]
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Yeah. Even when we sent that monster to hell, Arnold's the one who attacked him. That was our plan, though. We used me as the bait because we were both pretty sure he would forget about Arnold.
[But still, that's another instance where she didn't actually defend herself without relying on someone else to help do it for her. It wouldn't be so bad, maybe, to know some things.]
You know, you said "me or someone else" earlier. Who's "someone else"? Are you already picking out my next boyfriend, huh?
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[Maybe get her some pepper spray too. He's PLOTTING.]
Oh. [Well, he was thinking about Moody Blues, but she isn't a Stand user so he doesn't even bother trying to explain that one.] Nah. I just figured I wasn't the only one who wanted to make sure you were safe.
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[She grins, then squeezes him tight. The Chroma just keeps ringing up and she's not even thinking about her bank account right now.]
I think you're probably right about that. I wouldn't really want to rely on a boyfriend, anyway. I think girls should be able to stand up for themselves, not just get people to do it for them. Well, if they can help it, I mean.
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[He teases, but he's glad she's agreed to it. At her own pace, but he does want to help. And honestly, it's occurred to him that anyone can show up here. Anyone. Better to be safe as much as they can be.]
Hey, c'mon. We got some shopping to do. Gotta get you to go wild on things you're trying on.
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[She doesn't mean a word of it. It's just the rhythm of their teasing, bouncing back and forth; there's a positive energy to it that's lifting her mood, and she doesn't want to let go of it too soon.]
You have to tell me what girls are wearing in the future now. Is it all cropped tops and fishnet tights?
[AND SWEATERS, LIKE THE ONE HE IS WEARING]
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[And he doesn't mean it either. He likes this, their teasing. Even if he's afraid of fucking up their friendship, he's glad to have her.]
There was this girl I was helping to look after that wore a crop top and a skirt that split down at the hip. Wore boots, too.
[Actually, he thinks that Reimi and Trish would have gotten along well. He wonders, idly, if he'd have ended up as protective of her as he is of Reimi. Maybe, with how much things have changed.
Amazing what one week does. Amazing what a month does.]
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[She sticks her tongue out at him, a quintessential teenage girl, then laughs and moves to take his hand so that she can tug him along toward the shops.]
I like boots a lot, they hurt my feet way less than those sandals. After a while the straps start to cut into your skin, you know?
[# girl fashion problems]
Mmm...I don't think I'm ready for a crop top yet, though. Or a skirt with a slit that high. Some of the girls used to roll up their uniform skirts to make them shorter, at school, but I never did. ...Well, I did once, but that's just because I was trying to impress somebody.
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The fashion industry is a pain in the ass, finding anything you like that doesn't just fucking hurt or rip or something.
[Look he's not above trying on some women's clothing. Sometimes it's just more to his taste, and he will destroy anyone who questions him.]
Ugh, don't do it to impress anyone. Just do shit for yourself first. All right?
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[She leads the way eagerly, alternating half between tugging him along and half between facing him while walking sideways-backward to do it, as they head toward Prissy Polyp, which is already attracting a lot of business thanks to their new clothing line and their killer doorbuster deals.]
Hey, look up there! Fifty percent off!
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[no he will absolutely still do things if it makes bruno happy shut up
But it's nice, watching her be happy. Happier than she was. This girl really was given the short end of the stick in terms of life, but she's dealing with it anyway. She really is strong.]
Huh. Guess we better have a look. [SALE.]
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[REIMI.]
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All right, well, if it's for the cutest boy in school. But right now you gotta do this shit for yourself.
C'mon. What're you thinking first? Shoes, dresses, what?
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[It's subtle, but there's one piece of that sentence that's vital: until. School, now, isn't an "if" anymore; it's a "when".]
Ummm...you know what I really want? Pants! I haven't had a pair of jeans or anything in so long, I've forgotten what it feels like to wear things with legs!
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[But he is genuinely proud of her. She's going to school to achieve something. To finish what she couldn't before. That's good.]
Then I guess that's where we start.
[Abbacchio picks a pair of jeans from one of the racks and holds it up to her.]
Yeah?
[He is not serious.]
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[And yet. And yet she is snatching the jeans out of his hands anyway.]
I'm going to try these on now, just because you suggested them. Oooh! Hey, look at these!
[who allowed two jojos to go shopping, she's just picked up these]
Aren't these cute?
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[SO IT BEGINS]
Not my style, but they're pretty adorable. You should try 'em.
[For himself, he's definitely getting more leather pants, because that's what he's about.]
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[fuck man puns are hard when they're technically making them in a language other than english]
Oo! I want a pair of those, too! Those look really cool, get some in my size!
[reimi fuck's sake you will look like sandra dee at the ending of grease]
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[shhh it's fine]
You know what? Hell yeah. You're gonna want some boots with these, though.
[He's doing it, he's grabbing some for her!]
How do you feel about heels?
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[PANTS.]
Are you thinking about ones with thick heels, or like stilettos?
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[Yes he will absolutely wear heeled shoes if he likes them.]
So just keep an eye out.
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[Reading between the lines, what she wants is to be ostentatious. In personality, she's really not that kind of girl, but there's an undercurrent to the notion, a recurring theme: visible, noticeable, noteworthy. Impossible to ignore.]
Haha, can you imagine? Something like that would make so much noise, I'd be jingling and jangling everywhere I went!
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They both have a second shot at life. Why the hell not?]
Hey, as long as you wouldn't get sick of it. I'm sure we can find something like that around here.
So, maybe shoes next?
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[THANKS, CORDIS]
Yeah! And then I need a top to go with everything. I think I saw some sweaters up in the window that looked cute...they were sleeveless, which is kind of neat.
[They also have no back and deliver a mild electric shock to anyone who gets too close, but she hasn't noticed that yet.]
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[THEY'RE GONNA BE SO BROKE]
They looked all right, not really my style. No harm in trying them on to see if they suit you.
[BUT FOR NOW. For now, shoes. He's getting some shit for himself, but he does hold up a pair to Reimi.]
Hey, find some of these in your size.
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Wow, those are great! Hmm, do I need a skirt with these, though? Do they go over the pants...?
[how do thigh-high boots]
Let's see...no, no, almost...no...here! Here's one!
[And she grabs a box, clutching it to her chest with delight.]
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