Shark Meat

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Eyes of Heaven
Summary: Eyes of Heaven: Explored mostly as a source of working through jojo issues ;)
Giorno thanks Mista for his concern.
Word Count: 540
Rating: Gen

          Mista can tell Giorno’s got his groove back, because the instant they return the Pistols are all floating around him babbling about how great and kind and generous Giorno was, and he should’ve known that they’d try to manipulate him into getting them food, too, even if they’d failed.  Trish and Narancia seem to have decided that they’re going to be talking about his crush, because they’ve both gone to talk to the others even if their English is not the best.  It’s as scarce as they can make themselves inside Mr. President.
          Giorno himself looks at Mista, and if he’s not imagining things the blond blushes.  “Thank you for your concern, Mista.”
          He scuffs his shoe and tries to act cool and like he’s not completely in love with Giorno.  It’s harder than he imagined, but then again, he had no clue just hours ago.  “Eh, I’m older than you.  Have to take care of you, you know?”
          To his surprise, Giorno instantly accepts that explanation.  Fugo would’ve taken that as an excuse to stab, but Giorno just smiles secretly, fondly.  “You’re very Japanese.”
          “What does that mean?” Mista asks curiously. 
          “I’ll tell you later.”  Giorno always keeps his promises, so even if he’d absolutely want to know now, he ignores that desperately.  “The Pistols mentioned something about shark meat…?”
          Mista blushes, because he certainly hadn’t mentioned anything specific to the Pistols, which means they’re picking up on his unconscious thoughts again, which could get kinda bad if they mentioned something before he’s ready.  “Yeah, I was just wondering…I read the other day that shark meat is actually pretty toxic if you just eat it, so who figured out how to prepare it properly?  Who thought to themselves ‘this kills everybody else but I’m going to figure out how to eat it’?”
          “Obviously, someone very reckless or very brave.  The same thing occurs with fugu—pufferfish.  These days it’s still extremely dangerous to eat it, yet people still do.”  Giorno shrugs.  “I’ve heard it’s similar to octopus in taste, and would like to try it, but…it might be too dangerous to do so, at this point.  It would be an easy way to kill me, and I can still eat octopus.”
          “You like octopus?”  Mista tries to hide the disgust, but apparently it doesn’t work.
          “Yes, I’m aware it’s…octopi are as intelligent as humans, but I really like the taste.”  He’s actually blushing, and it’s far too cute.
          “You could always donate to conservation efforts every time you eat it,” Mista suggests, and watches the beautiful blue-green eyes light up.
          “Excellent idea.”
          Mista tries not to preen and fails.  “I’m happy to help.”
          “Well, as pleasant as this conversation is, I have something I should ask our new allies about.  We’ll have more to talk about after.”  He pats Mista’s arm as he stands elegantly and passes, and Mista’s brain simultaneously tries to figure out if he’s ever seen Giorno casually touch any of them before (the answer is yes, when they were shooting at the bastard in the helicopter, and he was trying not to think about that before because it had both startled him and gotten him a little excited) and registers his entire arm flashing hot.