[It's a good kiss, and let's be honest: he wouldn't have stopped if it'd been up to him. He won't like thinking that later, but it's true. He'd liked the kiss, the way Abbacchio had felt, sounded, tasted, lipstick smearing just a little, like a girl and not, it was great, it was--
--not to be. Apparently. Because there's a hand at his chest, and though he feels like he's thrumming with energy, like all he wants to do is take and take and take from this man, he pulls back. There's no misreading that kind of movement.]
'S not working?
[Sorry, give him a second. With black lipstick on his mouth, he looks a little more eerie, fractured eyes narrowing as he stares down at his partner.]
Shit. Maybe it's a moon thing? Like . . . like my moon beats yours or it's your time of the month or something.
[He presses his lips together reflexively. It'd been a good kiss, okay.]
Shit. Uh. Do you . . . want me to call somebody or something?
[Pushing at Polnareff's chest was all the energy he could spare. As soon as he gets the signal, Abbacchio's hand drops back to the bed, and he's left looking up at Polnareff through tired, half-lidded eyes. Like he's ready to fall asleep on the spot, given the chance.]
Never... been a problem before. I dunno...
[Now his eyes close and he sighs, trying to fight off a yawn.]
[Fuck, now he's gotta call someone to fix this. Shit. Who does he know that Abbacchio won't hate? Not Giorno. Bruno? Kakyoin? Avdol? Shit. Shit.
Whatever. He keeps an eye out on the figure half-asleep beneath him before grabbing his phone, going down midway through his contact list. He's smart. He'll be mean about it, but whatever, he'll also get shit done.]
[Know that this is a weird call to get, both of you. Just know this. Like, does Kakyoin show up anyway? Yes, but he's already got his judging eyebrow raised even before he knocks. Presumably Polnareff will take the initiative to let him in so he can judge some more, so, here he is. Hi.
Honestly, of all people, Kakyoin's not a bad choice. He likes Kakyoin. He's smart and just shitty enough, and he likes that in him. Anyway, he doesn't really have the energy to gesture or anything, so he just mumbles:] Not my fuckin' fault.
[Kakyoin gestures to Abbacchio just lying there as if to say, what kind of idiot do you think I am, look what you've done. Polnareff. My guy.
He sits down and reaches to take Abbacchio's hand, since who knows, maybe he has Death By Touch Disease and everyone who tries will make it worse. Baby steps. It feels perfectly normal to him, soooo.
[When Kakyoin takes his hand, he almost feels immediately better. He lets out a relieved sigh, squeezing Kakyoin's hand. Sorry bud, but he needs this.]
[So fuck you too? He flips him off, but, like, in a slightly worried way. Like, he's irritating, but also concerned. There's a lot going on right now.]
Seriously, you should go to a doctor or something.
[Is he just here to hold hands? Yes. Is he going to pick sides? Also yes. You fucked up, big guy. He shifts, to uhhh, put his other hand... on Abbacchio's forehead? You know, like you'd do for someone who's sick in a normal way. He's trying.]
[Polnareff also in return receives possibly the laziest middle finger that's ever happened. His free hand does not even lift from the bed anymore since it flopped down after pointing, he's just flipping you off from the mattress.
The hand on his forehead is okay. It does something. Still infinitely better than being drained like a battery.]
Yeah? I should go to a cuddle doctor? That what you're saying?
[Abbacchio appropriately grumbles now instead of tired mumbling at least.]
Seriously. Something is wrong with you. That's never happened before with anyone else.
[Admittedly, this is probably his fault. But on the other hand, fuck you both? He scowls back at them, but, like, there's only so long he can argue a losing position.]
Maybe it's the combo. The two of us, y'know? Or--
Hey, c'mere when you're done with him.
[Because now it's experiment time, and he's holding out his hand for Kakyoin, just to see if it works. Or, no, this is taking too long: he just puts his palm flat against the back of his neck, that'll definitely not backfire in any way.]
[Hey, what the fuck?? He's lucky Kakyoin has no arms free to elbow him in the throat, because that's his instinct. The Chroma coming from his hands on Abbacchio is there, he can feel it, he knows what that is - so Polnareff slapping impotently at his neck (more or less) feels off immediately.
He ducks his head, trying to lean away from that nasty hand.]
[So it is him, then. He is patient zero. Is this how plague victims feel? Probably. With unfeeling loved ones and a society built upon the very thing he cannot give, how tragic, how awful, no one has suffered as he has suffered.
Or, possibly, it'll wear off in like two days just like every other cycle around here. At least he takes his hands back and keeps them to himself.]
So now what, I never touch anybody until all the squids are dead or whatever?
[Slowly, Abbacchio starts to sit up. It feels like there's more to replenish than how quickly Polnareff drained him. Then again, there was like, holding and kissing involved, so. Yeah, he's going to need to sort out some more moonlacing after this.]
[Just stand in the corner and slowly evaporate, Polnareff, that's how it's done.
Kakyoin does not say anything, because he is not the dying man here, but he does hold up three fingers, as if to award Polnareff three Asshole Points. Rated and reviewed.]
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--not to be. Apparently. Because there's a hand at his chest, and though he feels like he's thrumming with energy, like all he wants to do is take and take and take from this man, he pulls back. There's no misreading that kind of movement.]
'S not working?
[Sorry, give him a second. With black lipstick on his mouth, he looks a little more eerie, fractured eyes narrowing as he stares down at his partner.]
Shit. Maybe it's a moon thing? Like . . . like my moon beats yours or it's your time of the month or something.
[He presses his lips together reflexively. It'd been a good kiss, okay.]
Shit. Uh. Do you . . . want me to call somebody or something?
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Never... been a problem before. I dunno...
[Now his eyes close and he sighs, trying to fight off a yawn.]
Yeah. Yeah get someone else... Don't care who.
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Whatever. He keeps an eye out on the figure half-asleep beneath him before grabbing his phone, going down midway through his contact list. He's smart. He'll be mean about it, but whatever, he'll also get shit done.]
it's me, 2/2
Hmm. Look at this mess.]
How did you manage to do it wrong?
[that's for both of u, what the fuck]
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Honestly, of all people, Kakyoin's not a bad choice. He likes Kakyoin. He's smart and just shitty enough, and he likes that in him. Anyway, he doesn't really have the energy to gesture or anything, so he just mumbles:] Not my fuckin' fault.
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[The black lipstick on his mouth suggests otherwise, but, like, whatever, it was one kiss.]
Just spoon him or whatever?
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He sits down and reaches to take Abbacchio's hand, since who knows, maybe he has Death By Touch Disease and everyone who tries will make it worse. Baby steps. It feels perfectly normal to him, soooo.
Three... two...] Anything?
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Yeah. That's better.
[Tiredly, he points at Polnareff.] Fuck you, man.
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[So fuck you too? He flips him off, but, like, in a slightly worried way. Like, he's irritating, but also concerned. There's a lot going on right now.]
Seriously, you should go to a doctor or something.
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[Is he just here to hold hands? Yes. Is he going to pick sides? Also yes. You fucked up, big guy. He shifts, to uhhh, put his other hand... on Abbacchio's forehead? You know, like you'd do for someone who's sick in a normal way. He's trying.]
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The hand on his forehead is okay. It does something. Still infinitely better than being drained like a battery.]
Yeah? I should go to a cuddle doctor? That what you're saying?
[Abbacchio appropriately grumbles now instead of tired mumbling at least.]
Seriously. Something is wrong with you. That's never happened before with anyone else.
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Maybe it's the combo. The two of us, y'know? Or--
Hey, c'mere when you're done with him.
[Because now it's experiment time, and he's holding out his hand for Kakyoin, just to see if it works. Or, no, this is taking too long: he just puts his palm flat against the back of his neck, that'll definitely not backfire in any way.]
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He ducks his head, trying to lean away from that nasty hand.]
Are you serious? Stop it.
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[So it is him, then. He is patient zero. Is this how plague victims feel? Probably. With unfeeling loved ones and a society built upon the very thing he cannot give, how tragic, how awful, no one has suffered as he has suffered.
Or, possibly, it'll wear off in like two days just like every other cycle around here. At least he takes his hands back and keeps them to himself.]
So now what, I never touch anybody until all the squids are dead or whatever?
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Unless you want to be an asshole, yes, that sounds right.
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[Slowly, Abbacchio starts to sit up. It feels like there's more to replenish than how quickly Polnareff drained him. Then again, there was like, holding and kissing involved, so. Yeah, he's going to need to sort out some more moonlacing after this.]
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You still feel like you're dying?
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Kakyoin does not say anything, because he is not the dying man here, but he does hold up three fingers, as if to award Polnareff three Asshole Points. Rated and reviewed.]
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[THREE ASSHOLE POINTS, way to go man]
I'm sure I can find someone to make up the rest of it. But you should probably figure out what the fuck is wrong with you, Polnareff.