[The door opens as soon as he hears a knock. Wordlessly, he's going to pull Reimi into a hug, swallowing down a whine that he wants to make. He misses people, misses being around anyone.]
[She's warmer than usual, somehow, and a little more solid; it's hard to describe exactly what it is that's so different, but something is there — some nuance, some quality, that's just a touch more vibrant than usual.
She doesn't waste any time in letting herself be enveloped, though; her arms fit easily around his waist, and she tucks in close with a soft smile.]
Hey, yourself. Oof, you're so tall, it's so not fair!
Awww, you're too good at this game! That's what I get for going up against a super-cool private eye!
[She beams, though, tucking her hands behind her and rocking on her heels with a playful air.]
But...yeah. Something strange is going on lately, and people are — I don't know how to explain it, really. But for a little while, I'm...not a ghost anymore.
[She reaches over and down, gathering up the little Stand into her arms and holding him as though he were a toddler himself, balanced on her hip even though he doesn't actually weigh anything at all.
Old habits die hard, and some don't die even after you die.]
Which means...yeah. He's sort of a ghost right now. I'm not...really happy about that, but I think he's enjoying it. New experiences, and all that.
Kind of figures his Stand is basically a baby. Suits him.
[The Rohan Disapproval Squad does not relent. Well... relents a little. Abbacchio almost says something like "yeah that creep would enjoy being a ghost wouldn't he", but he holds his tongue for Reimi's sake. Which, considering he didn't hold his opinions about Giorno even for Bruno's sake means a lot.]
Well, c'mon. I won't make you guys hang out by my door.
[Into the apartment they go. Which... looks kind of sparse comparatively to how Abbacchio has previously decorated his home.]
He looks like he's about four years old, doesn't he?
[She trots inside, bringing Arnold and Heaven's Door with her, and glances around with a hidden frown. The personality has definitely been toned down, which...isn't great, but at the same time, she can hardly blame him. How long did she go herself, without adding any decoration to her city-granted apartment? Even now she feels like the apartment is more Rohan's than hers.]
You said something similar happened to you, too. You didn't — I mean, did Moody Blues go on vacation for a little while, then?
[She almost says lose Moody Blues, but immediately thinks better of that particular verb choice, given the givens.]
[Actually, now that he thinks about that it, that's about how old Rohan was when Reimi was killed, huh? For all of Abbacchio's mocking, that's a real trauma that's obviously shown in his Stand. Just like a lot of people's Stands reflect their hearts.
Welp. He won't comment on that any further then.]
Oh. Yeah, I swapped with someone for a bit. Well, more like he ended up in control of Moody Blues, and I got this weird... self-awareness for awhile? It was kind of fucking crazy. It wasn't for long though.
I don't think you'd be happy without him. And he'd miss you too.
[How to explain this... Abbacchio sighs and puts his hands on his hips.]
It's weird. Larry's from this world where he's... aware he's a video game character. Even though he's very much flesh and blood. I got some kind of awareness about myself too. I don't know how else to explain it. Except that I have a real distinct opinion now about some bands and song choices. You ever listen to Freek'N You? I couldn't get it out of my head for a day. I hated it.
Kind of, yeah? Somewhere out there, I'm a manga and anime protagonist and it's weird. Did you know that there's some kind of tradition in the generation of Giorno's shitty family that a guy dies sending the main character a message? I didn't sign up for that garbage. Fuck you, Giorno.
[What is up with those Joestars.]
Well, I'm not affected anymore, so I couldn't say. But I'd probably peg you as the protagonist who ultimately resolved everything, wouldn't you?
You kind of gave me some vague clues, but we never really talked about it. Can't really judge, I used to keep Moody Blues' abilities really tightly wrapped.
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im always happy to see arnold
of course he can
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We'll be there soon!
[And off she goes to his front door, with Arnold in tow and a slightly heavy bounce in her step that hasn't always been there before.
Actually — she's wearing sneakers today, too. No strappy sandals or high heels. It's comfort and comfort alone today...]
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Hey.
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She doesn't waste any time in letting herself be enveloped, though; her arms fit easily around his waist, and she tucks in close with a soft smile.]
Hey, yourself. Oof, you're so tall, it's so not fair!
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[He smiles a bit, but he does slowly pull back to get a good look at her. Abbacchio raises a brow and considers a moment.]
...Something's different. [But he can't really put his finger down on it.]
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[When he draws back, she seizes the opportunity to dart in and smack a loud kiss against his cheek before pulling away again, giggling.]
I'll give you a hint. Don't think about what I am. Think about what I'm not...anymore.
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[Abbacchio can't even be annoyed about the kiss, and he smiles at her as he gets a good look.]
What you're not...
[Wait a second.]
A ghost?
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[She beams, though, tucking her hands behind her and rocking on her heels with a playful air.]
But...yeah. Something strange is going on lately, and people are — I don't know how to explain it, really. But for a little while, I'm...not a ghost anymore.
[Wait for it.]
And...instead, I'm a Stand user.
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[Oh. Oh, she's a Stand user right now. Abbacchio's brows raise.]
Something similar happened to me. Whose Stand did you get?
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[Arnold woofs, wagging his tail like the supportive good boy he is before headbutting up against Abbacchio's leg.]
Oh, oh! No, I want to do it the fun way, who knows if I'll ever get to do this again! Why should I tell you when I can show you?
[She says, as she closes her eyes and concentrates hard, and after a few moments of intense focus, a cute friend gradually fades into view.]
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Fair enough.
[But when he sees the Stand, Abbacchio looks genuinely confused.]
...I've never seen this one. [Wait. Out of all the Stand users, there are only two he hasn't seen. Jolyne's, and-- ugh.
Flatly, he asks:] Is this Rohan's?
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[She reaches over and down, gathering up the little Stand into her arms and holding him as though he were a toddler himself, balanced on her hip even though he doesn't actually weigh anything at all.
Old habits die hard, and some don't die even after you die.]
Which means...yeah. He's sort of a ghost right now. I'm not...really happy about that, but I think he's enjoying it. New experiences, and all that.
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[The Rohan Disapproval Squad does not relent. Well... relents a little. Abbacchio almost says something like "yeah that creep would enjoy being a ghost wouldn't he", but he holds his tongue for Reimi's sake. Which, considering he didn't hold his opinions about Giorno even for Bruno's sake means a lot.]
Well, c'mon. I won't make you guys hang out by my door.
[Into the apartment they go. Which... looks kind of sparse comparatively to how Abbacchio has previously decorated his home.]
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[She trots inside, bringing Arnold and Heaven's Door with her, and glances around with a hidden frown. The personality has definitely been toned down, which...isn't great, but at the same time, she can hardly blame him. How long did she go herself, without adding any decoration to her city-granted apartment? Even now she feels like the apartment is more Rohan's than hers.]
You said something similar happened to you, too. You didn't — I mean, did Moody Blues go on vacation for a little while, then?
[She almost says lose Moody Blues, but immediately thinks better of that particular verb choice, given the givens.]
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[Actually, now that he thinks about that it, that's about how old Rohan was when Reimi was killed, huh? For all of Abbacchio's mocking, that's a real trauma that's obviously shown in his Stand. Just like a lot of people's Stands reflect their hearts.
Welp. He won't comment on that any further then.]
Oh. Yeah, I swapped with someone for a bit. Well, more like he ended up in control of Moody Blues, and I got this weird... self-awareness for awhile? It was kind of fucking crazy. It wasn't for long though.
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[She teases, but the humor soon wears down into something a little more quiet.]
What do you mean, self-awareness? Like...psychic powers, or something?
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[How to explain this... Abbacchio sighs and puts his hands on his hips.]
It's weird. Larry's from this world where he's... aware he's a video game character. Even though he's very much flesh and blood. I got some kind of awareness about myself too. I don't know how else to explain it. Except that I have a real distinct opinion now about some bands and song choices. You ever listen to Freek'N You? I couldn't get it out of my head for a day. I hated it.
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[It does sound wild, no doubt, but also: Jojos.]
Oh! What does that make me, I've always wanted to know! I've got to be something good, right?
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[What is up with those Joestars.]
Well, I'm not affected anymore, so I couldn't say. But I'd probably peg you as the protagonist who ultimately resolved everything, wouldn't you?
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[Someone reads a lot of manga and also lives with a mangaka, evidently.]
Mm, I dunno, though. You really think I'm protagonist material?
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And of course I do. You're one of the strongest people I know.
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[She puts her hands on her hips, eyeing him.]
That's so cool! No fair, I want theme music, too!
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But I bet you do. I couldn't tell you what it'd be, though.
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[No, Reimi, that's reserved for Joestars, not plot dispensers. BUT REGARDLESS.]
...But hey, um. So. Heaven's Door. I never told you what he does, did I?
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What about it?
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