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madimpossibledreamerI've been scheduled for FOUR AM ON SUNDAY. And I have yet another 4 am next week, plus a 5 am. ON BOXING DAY. THAT MEANS I HAVE TO GO TO BED AT 7 OR 7:30 ON CHRISTMAS. THAT'S NOT MY AVAILABILITY, JERKFACES.
Also: to that couple who was horrendously offended: older is, to me, just a descriptor. It's like saying 'that blue sky'. Most of the people I know who are really tech savvy are older than me. I would've apologized in person, but I was in such a state of shock that I kind of forgot how to say words. I know you'll never read this, but I hope in some manner you still get that it wasn't meant against you.
Also, it might end up being Jojo's Sunday. We'll see if I can manage Shadowed Suspicion post on Saturday, but again, I've been scheduled for 4 AM on Sunday.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Summary: Giorno proposes an idea that Mista's not so sure about. He ends up going along with it anyway because it's Giorno.
Word Count: 885
Spoilers for the end of Vento Aureo/Golden Wind. Like canon, ambiguously shippy (mostly because Mista still has no idea he's actually in love with Giorno. he's a bit oblivious that way)
He’s up early. Giorno loves mornings—the sun peeking up over the horizon, the way everything in the city comes to life—but he’ll usually get up, look around, maybe get a little work done, and then go right back to bed, because he enjoys sleeping in, too. Sometimes he’ll even tuck himself into one of the sunken windowsills for the night, just so he can open his eyes and see the entire city without even moving. This terrified him the first time it happened, and the second, because he thought the Don had been kidnapped and spent all afternoon looking for clues before Five and Seven found Giorno casually doing paperwork with no idea that half of his so-called ‘bodyguards’ were losing their minds over his kidnapping. He did apologize, a rare enough occurrence on its own, and presented them all with a feast he’d sprung for a few days later.
He’s also had a more thorough than usual breakfast today. Usually he just has a Nutella pastry (his boss definitely has a bit of a sweet tooth), but today, he’s also added prosciutto and it even looks like he walked out to get a latte macchiato from the nearby caffè (which had also driven Mista crazy until some street thug had tried something and ended up in a hospital stay—paid for by Giorno, because he’s classy like that).
He’s just smiling, too. He’ll occasionally have a very, very small smile, sometimes for long periods of time, but this is his genuine smile, the one he wears on really rare occasions where he’s happy. “I’m surprised sharing with your Pistols didn’t wake you up,” he remarks and shows a plate full of crumbs. His Stand bursts up and starts babbling all at once, so much so that he can’t actually hear any of them talking, and he pats Uno and Sette before pulling back his Stand.
“Eh, remember? They get into all sorts of merda on their own.” Like when they’d given away their position, for instance. “And I like my sleep, same as you.”
A slight blush tints Giorno’s cheeks. Bella, pretty as a painting. “Neither of us probably get enough—we stay up putting out enough fires for the rest of Europe.”
“Is that an order to sleep more? That’s an order I’m happy to follow, Boss,” he teases, and watches the slight dusting of red intensify slightly.
“We can worry about that later,” Giorno points out sensibly. A stranger wouldn’t even be able to tell he was flustered. “We should get going.”
“Aren’t you going to let me have breakfast?” Mista asks, not letting the Pistols come out and complain about it too. Teasing Giogio is fun, and he is kinda hungry.
“Oh…” He’s managed to deflate Don Giovanna’s mood. That wasn’t the point at all.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just go and get something from the caffè while you get the car ready,” he points out, and watches Giorno perk right back up. He really does like driving, doesn’t he? “It’s just breakfast; it’s not like it’s a heavy meal, so it’s not like it’ll take long anyway.”
He walks past Sheila E, who yells, “Have a great date with Giorno!”
“It’s not a date!” he yells right back.
“Look, you’re going to a very date-like location with a guy that practically everyone in Passione would love to get their hands on. I’m just jealous.” She pauses, then continues, “…Well, maybe not everyone. Polnareff can’t, and Rigatoni I think just hates his guts.”
“You’re crazy…” he tells her, suddenly concerned. What if Giorno actually thinks it is a date? Not that he’s into dudes, but if he were, Giogio would be a good pick. Wait, but the Don was the one who suggested it, so wouldn’t he have said if it was? And if it was, would he really mind, or—
His stomach’s a bit confused by this point, so the Pistols end up eating most of his breakfast, even if they’ve already had some of Giorno’s already. When he walks out, Don Giovanna is waiting outside in his gold car, which is…well, it’s not a choice Mista would’ve probably made, since he likes that car and Giovanna still hasn’t gotten his driver’s license or worked out how to properly drive. He’s pretty good, but he’s a little reckless, even by Italian standards.
Also: to that couple who was horrendously offended: older is, to me, just a descriptor. It's like saying 'that blue sky'. Most of the people I know who are really tech savvy are older than me. I would've apologized in person, but I was in such a state of shock that I kind of forgot how to say words. I know you'll never read this, but I hope in some manner you still get that it wasn't meant against you.
Also, it might end up being Jojo's Sunday. We'll see if I can manage Shadowed Suspicion post on Saturday, but again, I've been scheduled for 4 AM on Sunday.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Summary: Giorno proposes an idea that Mista's not so sure about. He ends up going along with it anyway because it's Giorno.
Word Count: 885
Spoilers for the end of Vento Aureo/Golden Wind. Like canon, ambiguously shippy (mostly because Mista still has no idea he's actually in love with Giorno. he's a bit oblivious that way)
It’s rare, the days that Don Giovanna actually acts his age. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Giorno is three years younger. His eyes are sparkling, even if his smile is rather small. And the shirt he’s wearing…it’s certainly not his average wear, that’s for sure. It’s a t-shirt, black underneath with gold shimmer over it, just as fabulous as the rest of his clothing, but more casual. And black…are those jeans? And how does Giorno manage to make even the most casual of clothing elegant, simply by wearing it?
He’s up early. Giorno loves mornings—the sun peeking up over the horizon, the way everything in the city comes to life—but he’ll usually get up, look around, maybe get a little work done, and then go right back to bed, because he enjoys sleeping in, too. Sometimes he’ll even tuck himself into one of the sunken windowsills for the night, just so he can open his eyes and see the entire city without even moving. This terrified him the first time it happened, and the second, because he thought the Don had been kidnapped and spent all afternoon looking for clues before Five and Seven found Giorno casually doing paperwork with no idea that half of his so-called ‘bodyguards’ were losing their minds over his kidnapping. He did apologize, a rare enough occurrence on its own, and presented them all with a feast he’d sprung for a few days later.
He’s also had a more thorough than usual breakfast today. Usually he just has a Nutella pastry (his boss definitely has a bit of a sweet tooth), but today, he’s also added prosciutto and it even looks like he walked out to get a latte macchiato from the nearby caffè (which had also driven Mista crazy until some street thug had tried something and ended up in a hospital stay—paid for by Giorno, because he’s classy like that).
He’s just smiling, too. He’ll occasionally have a very, very small smile, sometimes for long periods of time, but this is his genuine smile, the one he wears on really rare occasions where he’s happy. “I’m surprised sharing with your Pistols didn’t wake you up,” he remarks and shows a plate full of crumbs. His Stand bursts up and starts babbling all at once, so much so that he can’t actually hear any of them talking, and he pats Uno and Sette before pulling back his Stand.
“Eh, remember? They get into all sorts of merda on their own.” Like when they’d given away their position, for instance. “And I like my sleep, same as you.”
A slight blush tints Giorno’s cheeks. Bella, pretty as a painting. “Neither of us probably get enough—we stay up putting out enough fires for the rest of Europe.”
“Is that an order to sleep more? That’s an order I’m happy to follow, Boss,” he teases, and watches the slight dusting of red intensify slightly.
“We can worry about that later,” Giorno points out sensibly. A stranger wouldn’t even be able to tell he was flustered. “We should get going.”
“Aren’t you going to let me have breakfast?” Mista asks, not letting the Pistols come out and complain about it too. Teasing Giogio is fun, and he is kinda hungry.
“Oh…” He’s managed to deflate Don Giovanna’s mood. That wasn’t the point at all.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just go and get something from the caffè while you get the car ready,” he points out, and watches Giorno perk right back up. He really does like driving, doesn’t he? “It’s just breakfast; it’s not like it’s a heavy meal, so it’s not like it’ll take long anyway.”
He walks past Sheila E, who yells, “Have a great date with Giorno!”
“It’s not a date!” he yells right back.
“Look, you’re going to a very date-like location with a guy that practically everyone in Passione would love to get their hands on. I’m just jealous.” She pauses, then continues, “…Well, maybe not everyone. Polnareff can’t, and Rigatoni I think just hates his guts.”
“You’re crazy…” he tells her, suddenly concerned. What if Giorno actually thinks it is a date? Not that he’s into dudes, but if he were, Giogio would be a good pick. Wait, but the Don was the one who suggested it, so wouldn’t he have said if it was? And if it was, would he really mind, or—
His stomach’s a bit confused by this point, so the Pistols end up eating most of his breakfast, even if they’ve already had some of Giorno’s already. When he walks out, Don Giovanna is waiting outside in his gold car, which is…well, it’s not a choice Mista would’ve probably made, since he likes that car and Giovanna still hasn’t gotten his driver’s license or worked out how to properly drive. He’s pretty good, but he’s a little reckless, even by Italian standards.
