everyone experiences different degrees of the moonblessing anyway yeah sure
[So. Speaking of, he is dressed, albeit dressed down in a black tank and sweatpants. It's the usual now, horns and exceedingly fluffy hair, but there are various braids in it now to keep it somewhat contained.
Sex is nice, but he almost finds Avdol's fingers in his hair more soothing, honestly.
[He's kind of getting used to the wolf appendages, almost. Not used to them in the sense that they ever feel normal, or like a real part of him, of course. But used to them in the sense of something that happens to him, the way he'd acclimated to Star as something that was happening to him. The wolf is, in some ways, its own separate entity in his conception, the same way his Stand is. He deals with it, works in tandem with it, and most of the time, controls it.
So he comes rambling up to Abbacchio's house after a while, with some bags in his hands and his hat pulled down over his eyes. Evidently he's been out shopping, and took a detour on his way back to swing by.]
Hey, I'm — hhhgh.
[He does his absolute level best not to make any embarrassing snarling noises as he pushes the door open, but yikes, the wolf in him is not happy about visiting a place that smells so pervasively of a Sanguis who isn't him.]
[Hm. In retrospect, maybe this wasn't the best plan. He hasn't needed to deal with another Sanguis like this before, not really. Gritting his teeth, he feels his skin prickle at the smell of someone else and this is his home and he won't settle for anyone getting near Avdol.
But those are just instincts. Hard to ignore, but instincts nonetheless.]
...We should probably make this fast, huh.
[Huffing, he stands up and quickly goes to the fridge before he's taking out the mochi.]
[He feels like he's bristling, hair standing on end, and actually winds up backing up a few steps until he's back over the threshold to the outside again. If he stays in, he knows full well there's going to be a fight; nothing in there smells like him, and he's not going to be able to resist the urge to fuck something up in there just for the sake of exerting that small ounce of dominance.
So instead, he summons Star Platinum and sends him inside in his place; Star can go six feet away from him without difficulty, and that distance might just make all the difference.]
Hey. Use your Stand if it's a problem.
[It's a little awkward to sort of shout that into the house he's standing outside of, but you know what, it's better than fighting Avdol's boyfriend.]
[Yeah. That's probably for the best. Abbacchio thinks he could probably overcome it, but it's better to not risk getting into a fight with Avdol's friend. So, he summons Moody Blues, who appears in a shift of static, ringing like a dial-up.
The Stand tilts his head, taking the little box from Abbacchio. There's a pause, then Moody Blues gestures to the fridge.]
What? ...Oh, c'mon. [He sighs.] Fine, go ahead. Take that too.
[Moody Blues perks up, taking some of the leftover sausage and putting it on top. Trotting over to Star Platinum, he offers up the goods to his fellow Stand.]
[Well. At least someone's happy with how this arrangement worked out; Star's certainly enthusiastic about seeing his scarf buddy again, and grins widely before reaching to accept the packages from Moody Blues.
This is so absurd. Fucking Sanguis.]
Okay. Thanks.
[Obligingly, Star zips back over to his master's side, toting the food and still looking delighted about it.]
...Guess I'll just have to remember. Text messages only when the red moon's out, huh.
It's fine. I should've remembered to grab the mochi myself anyway.
[Oh, well. He's got the goods. Life can go on and he can calm the fuck down instead of starting a territory war and he's not going to get fucking possessive of Avdol right now, HE IS NOT.]
Yeah. Uh. ...If he needs anything, text. Or if you need anything. I might be busy. Or you might be busy.
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anyway yeah sure
[So. Speaking of, he is dressed, albeit dressed down in a black tank and sweatpants. It's the usual now, horns and exceedingly fluffy hair, but there are various braids in it now to keep it somewhat contained.
Sex is nice, but he almost finds Avdol's fingers in his hair more soothing, honestly.
He's waiting, sipping some tea, legs crossed.]
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So he comes rambling up to Abbacchio's house after a while, with some bags in his hands and his hat pulled down over his eyes. Evidently he's been out shopping, and took a detour on his way back to swing by.]
Hey, I'm — hhhgh.
[He does his absolute level best not to make any embarrassing snarling noises as he pushes the door open, but yikes, the wolf in him is not happy about visiting a place that smells so pervasively of a Sanguis who isn't him.]
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But those are just instincts. Hard to ignore, but instincts nonetheless.]
...We should probably make this fast, huh.
[Huffing, he stands up and quickly goes to the fridge before he's taking out the mochi.]
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[He feels like he's bristling, hair standing on end, and actually winds up backing up a few steps until he's back over the threshold to the outside again. If he stays in, he knows full well there's going to be a fight; nothing in there smells like him, and he's not going to be able to resist the urge to fuck something up in there just for the sake of exerting that small ounce of dominance.
So instead, he summons Star Platinum and sends him inside in his place; Star can go six feet away from him without difficulty, and that distance might just make all the difference.]
Hey. Use your Stand if it's a problem.
[It's a little awkward to sort of shout that into the house he's standing outside of, but you know what, it's better than fighting Avdol's boyfriend.]
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The Stand tilts his head, taking the little box from Abbacchio. There's a pause, then Moody Blues gestures to the fridge.]
What? ...Oh, c'mon. [He sighs.] Fine, go ahead. Take that too.
[Moody Blues perks up, taking some of the leftover sausage and putting it on top. Trotting over to Star Platinum, he offers up the goods to his fellow Stand.]
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This is so absurd. Fucking Sanguis.]
Okay. Thanks.
[Obligingly, Star zips back over to his master's side, toting the food and still looking delighted about it.]
...Guess I'll just have to remember. Text messages only when the red moon's out, huh.
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Yeah. Sorry, I didn't take into consideration that it'd get to us both like this.
Uh. I'll tell Mohammed you said hi. Okay?
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[Oh, well. He's got the goods. Life can go on and he can calm the fuck down instead of starting a territory war and he's not going to get fucking possessive of Avdol right now, HE IS NOT.]
Yeah. Uh. ...If he needs anything, text. Or if you need anything. I might be busy. Or you might be busy.
[god this is so awkward]
Anyway. ...Thanks.
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...See you. [He's trying very hard to not just tell Jotaro to scram!!]