We should. [No greeting. It's not that Bruno is being cold, but his focus is clearly on business.] I would prefer to discuss this in-person and privately.
Bueno-sueno! Or, you know, the real Italian that should be there. I'm calling this time because I figure, hey, Abbacchio probably won't be stuck talking to me this way, so...
Bruno Buccellati? [Goodness, she hopes she has the right... number? Is that the right word for it? Eh, not important right now.] I'm sorry for contacting you out of the blue like this. You don't know me, but my name is Holly Kujo. I'm Jotaro's mother.
I just wanted to thank you, for helping my son so much. He's such a sweet boy, but I know he has a hard time opening up to people, and he has so much on his mind right now. So I really can't express how glad I am he found someone during his time here that he can trust with the things he's having problems with!
[Even if it's not her.]
I'm sure he's grateful too. Listen, if you ever need anything, just call, okay?
[Well, this is a new one. Mothers don't usually thank Bruno for looking after their boys. Even if they were invested in what happened to them, Bruno's almost certain they still wouldn't. But Jotaro's likely left the whole gangster thing out of the picture as they've left it out with everyone who isn't Kakyoin or Jotaro. This would likely be a very different call otherwise.]
[He is, however, a little surprised that Jotaro mentioned it at all. Perhaps he's finding, in small ways, the ability to talk to his mother instead. Now that is a good thing if you ask Bruno.]
No thanks is necessary, Signora Kujo. I'm happy to be of help to him and to you in whatever way I can. I do apologize we didn't have much time to talk before I had to to leave the apartments above the coffee shop. I hope you understand I wouldn't have left if it wasn't important.
[For Abbacchio, of course. Mainly. But also a little for Bruno, too. The space hasn't been such a terrible thing.]
[All things considered, he should probably not put the watch down from talking to Izabel and then immediately pick it back up in frustration again. Maybe give it an hour or a day, cool his head, think of the Right Words for what he's going to start now.
But maybe that would actually be useless, so: winging it.]
[...Well, hello to you, too, Abbacchio. He wasn't expecting a call tonight and not such an abrupt question either. At least not that abrupt question as even Abbacchio's questions come with a small display of force more often than not.]
Not for a while. Why?
[He assumes there's a reason for the call anyway. It's not like Abbacchio to give random check-ins. So, what fire does he need to put out this time?]
[His voice comes quiet, reserved, even more so than usual. Not as though he's holding back emotion; simply very tired. He's had a long night.]
I'd like to speak with you. I'm going to make up a basket with breakfast things and go down to the beach . . . and if you want to meet me there, that would be - good. But if you don't, that's your choice.
[Bruno is still rubbing the sleep from his eyes while he listens to Giorno's message. It's been weeks since he's heard from Giorno. With no true explanation as to why the silence, he had assumed that Giorno was making use of the time apart to sort himself out. Yet listening to this message, he sounds a little worse for wear. Bruno considers that a moment as his room falls into silence at the end of the message. He supposes that it only makes sense in the end. They've been separated and nobody in Passione does well separated.]
[But he has to carefully consider whether or not he'll go. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he knows what a fine line he's been walking--or rather failed to walk--with Giorno when it comes to who is really the leader. There's only one answer he can give Giorno: I'll be there. They need to talk. He hast to be careful, but they need to talk.]
[He gets out of bed and checks to see if Abbacchio is awake yet only to find him still asleep. He watches for just a few seconds before pulling the door quietly to, letting him sleep. Once he's ready to leave, he hangs back a moment to leave Abbacchio a note. Not that Abbacchio couldn't most likely piece together where Bruno is (or who he's with) on his own, but he still leaves a note behind before leaving. He doesn't dally about, taking the most direct route to the beach, but he's not surprised to find Giorno there before him.]
It's good to hear from you again, Giorno. I was beginning to think you were trying to avoid me.
[She doesn't know when Bruno sleeps. She doesn't really know when any of them sleep, or wake up, or if they're diligent about keeping any sort of schedule at all. But she knows that it's been too long since she's talked to him and that she misses him.
It's still a little daunting, but... Abbacchio had said there was progress, right? So maybe -- maybe if he was dealing with it, then she could, too.]
If you were going to have a planet all to yourself, what would you name it?
[Abbacchio leaves, sometimes. That isn't so strange. So for a while, a day or two, he tries not to worry about it. Tries to think, surely it's nothing. Surely he'll be back soon enough. Haven't they all suffered enough?]
[But Mista doesn't go anywhere without saying so, always picks up when he calls. So he waits one hour, and then two, and then it's too much, and he ghosts down the hall to knock on Bruno's door.]
[Bruno must already know. But now . . .]
[He ought to have a plan. The unfortunate fact is that he doesn't, not even the beginnings of one.]
[He didn't hold out hope for very long. Abbacchio may leave at times, he maybe content to be on his own completely for extended periods of time, but he would never leave without saying anything to Bruno. At the very least, he would have checked in sooner rather than later. But it's been radio silence from Abbacchio and the other side of the door between their rooms hasn't opened in ages.]
[So, he's not hopeful when he hears the knock at his door. He knows it's not him. He answers the door wordlessly, pulling it wide enough for Giorno to step inside.]
[He's surprised to receive a text from Izabel. Mostly because it was somewhat agreed upon by Giorno and Bruno that, for now, Giorno would take most of the lead with Izabel while Bruno took the lead with Narancia.]
It has been too quiet.
[And it's not like he has much of anything else to do right now anyway. He gets up from his couch and goes to the door that joins their rooms together. It's never felt more like a barrier than it has over the past few days.]
[Bruno is not actually in the main part of his bedroom at the moment, but rather in his bathroom. It's late enough that he's in the process of taking out the braid in his hair. He doesn't bother with answering the question because of course he has a minute for Giorno. There's never been a time in which he hasn't. Instead, he asks,]
buongiorno! it's carlos, and i'm cashing in all of my mafia friendship points right now this instant because i want to talk to sticky fingers. and you, i guess. both of you, even though you're both the same person, technically speaking
[...Where does one even start with a text like this? There's a long moment in which Bruno has to read this message twice and then a third time to be sure.]
What?
[Sure, he could probably be more specific, but it's generally the whole message that Bruno does not exactly understand. So, here we are.]
[You may use your "mafia friendship points" to try again, Carlos.]
[He doesn't, for the record, actually want a boat. Like, it's not some secret desire he's had in the back of his mind or something. He doesn't even like the ocean all that much, especially not after the whole leviathan revelation, and it's not as if growing up in a little village in the country ever gave him a hankering to mess about in a boat-- but it would be a nice distraction, building something. Nicer still if he had some instruction instead of just hammering thing at random.
And it would be good to get to know Bruno a little better. So three days after their conversation, as promised, Polnareff knocks at Bruno's door, shifting his weight impatiently.]
[There is not much of a delay between Polnareff knocking and Bruno opening his bedroom door. It's not altogether a surprise to see Polnareff--not in the sense that he was entirely unanticipated as it was more a matter of when rather than if--but he is a pleasant surprise all the same and Bruno greets him with a warm albeit mild expression.]
I was wondering when you'd stop by. Come in.
[Bruno pulls the door wider and steps further back into his room. Coming into Bruno's room is certainly a good step towards getting to know him as he's been here long enough to accumulate a few personal effects, though not too many as Bruno wouldn't care for the clutter. There is a highly detailed sketch of some of the beach in Napoli framed and hung on one of the walls. On a small table beside a door that attaches to another bedroom is a record player with a small stack beneath the table. (They were the only things of Abbacchio's that Bruno decided to take from the room.) His bedroom is also carefully divided despite being all one room. There is an obvious distinction between a more "public" area with a small couch, coffee table, and a longer table with a couple of chairs against one of the walls. The "private" is a little sparse by comparison with only his bed and end tables.]
[Bruno steps over to the coffee table, picking up the mug of hot coffee up off its coaster near some potpourri before he crosses the room towards the larger table, pulling out a chair. Bruno sets his mug down on another coaster at the table as he sits.]
I believe what I've drawn up should be feasible, [he says as he pushes aside a ruler, pencil, and eraser off building plans he's drawn to scale with careful notes of measurements and the like written in neat handwriting. He nods to a small model similar in size to a child's bath toy sitting nearby on the table.] That will be the finished product.
[God, but he loves being able to text. What convenience! What ease of access! What way to bother somebody without actually having to see if you're interrupting shit!]
you sir still owe me some beer or wine i dont know if youre a beer person and obviously i cant drink it all on my own
[Texting is allowing Polnareff to live up to his full potential of shitposting to Kakyoin to annoy him and to hit up everyone else for a good time. It is an important and marvelous invention for these reasons alone.]
I don't really drink often enough to have a preference, but shouldn't it be to your preferences? It's your winnings.
[It actually took him a while to notice. It's not as though it's awfully late, Bruno is usually conscientious about going to bed on time, but — Bruno's voice, which Giorno is always so conscious of, is coming from the wrong direction, through the wrong wall, not from the hallway or his own room. From Polnareff's room.]
[From Polnareff's room. And he's laughing.]
[Giorno does a casual walk down the hall to see Jolie, then back. He doesn't pause at the door on either pass, because even without pausing he can hear what's going on: Polnareff saying something in French, Bruno mimicking it with a loose, lazy flow.]
[Bruno has been drinking. With Polnareff. And speaking French with Polnareff, and laughing with Polnareff, and . . . well. Giorno isn't entirely sure what to make of that tone. He's never heard it before. But he's also never heard Polnareff quite so quiet, and he doesn't know what that means either.]
[So maybe he's waiting outside Bruno's room, leaned against the doorjam and fiddling with the end of his braid while he flips through his watch. Maybe. Could be. Totally casual.]
[Bruno does not immediately head towards his room. Instead, he heads down the nearest set of stairs first to the kitchen with empty wine glasses in hand. Seeing the laundry pile in Polnareff's room earlier didn't leave Bruno feeling particularly confident that they'd make it back down there anytime soon. He hums one of his favorites to himself as he cleans out the glasses, periodically lazily trailing off with his humming before resuming it again. Distantly, he wishes that he had the album here to listen to, but he's content largely due to the alcohol but certainly well enough due to the company he just left that he doesn't mind all too much being without it.]
[With the glasses taken care of, he heads back up the stairs still humming as he starts taking out his barrettes and gently undoing his braid. It's only once he's rounded the corner to head down his end of the hallway that he notices Giorno and the humming starts. Bruno raises an eyebrow at the way he's currently fiddling with his braid and trying to appear casual as can be at the same time.]
You're really bad at looking like you're just coincidentally at the same place at the same time as someone else. You should work on that.
[He's teasing. Mostly. But he won't give Giorno that hard of a time about it. Even if he's had a little bit to drink, he knows Giorno wouldn't be hanging out by his door if he didn't need or want Bruno for something.]
[He knows how to say all of . . . what, three things? In Italian. Which is a crying shame, because one of them is I'm sorry, and who needs that? So, after Fugo's arrival and all the emotions that presumably caused with Bruno and Giorno, Polnareff figures it's time to provide a distraction.]
quick, dirmi come dire some curses in italian i am lacking
[So Bruno is not stupid nor was he born yesterday. When Dio opens the conversation with something like that, he knows there's something he wants. But either because he's too kind or too patient, Bruno doesn't call him out on it immediately as he probably should.]
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I just wanted to thank you, for helping my son so much. He's such a sweet boy, but I know he has a hard time opening up to people, and he has so much on his mind right now. So I really can't express how glad I am he found someone during his time here that he can trust with the things he's having problems with!
[Even if it's not her.]
I'm sure he's grateful too. Listen, if you ever need anything, just call, okay?
Thank you again.
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[He is, however, a little surprised that Jotaro mentioned it at all. Perhaps he's finding, in small ways, the ability to talk to his mother instead. Now that is a good thing if you ask Bruno.]
No thanks is necessary, Signora Kujo. I'm happy to be of help to him and to you in whatever way I can. I do apologize we didn't have much time to talk before I had to to leave the apartments above the coffee shop. I hope you understand I wouldn't have left if it wasn't important.
[For Abbacchio, of course. Mainly. But also a little for Bruno, too. The space hasn't been such a terrible thing.]
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But maybe that would actually be useless, so: winging it.]
When the hell are you coming back here?
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Not for a while. Why?
[He assumes there's a reason for the call anyway. It's not like Abbacchio to give random check-ins. So, what fire does he need to put out this time?]
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[His voice comes quiet, reserved, even more so than usual. Not as though he's holding back emotion; simply very tired. He's had a long night.]
I'd like to speak with you. I'm going to make up a basket with breakfast things and go down to the beach . . . and if you want to meet me there, that would be - good. But if you don't, that's your choice.
That's all. I hope you slept well.
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[But he has to carefully consider whether or not he'll go. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he knows what a fine line he's been walking--or rather failed to walk--with Giorno when it comes to who is really the leader. There's only one answer he can give Giorno: I'll be there. They need to talk. He hast to be careful, but they need to talk.]
[He gets out of bed and checks to see if Abbacchio is awake yet only to find him still asleep. He watches for just a few seconds before pulling the door quietly to, letting him sleep. Once he's ready to leave, he hangs back a moment to leave Abbacchio a note. Not that Abbacchio couldn't most likely piece together where Bruno is (or who he's with) on his own, but he still leaves a note behind before leaving. He doesn't dally about, taking the most direct route to the beach, but he's not surprised to find Giorno there before him.]
It's good to hear from you again, Giorno. I was beginning to think you were trying to avoid me.
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It's still a little daunting, but... Abbacchio had said there was progress, right? So maybe -- maybe if he was dealing with it, then she could, too.]
If you were going to have a planet all to yourself, what would you name it?
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A whole planet? That seems a little lonely, don't you think?
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[...Judging by the way her hair is looking like it's defying gravity, she's probably upside-down.]
[video; u r such a rebel!!!]
[Here he thought you already had it perfectly in-hand.]
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text; | pretty sure there are some physicists who'd fight you about that
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[But Mista doesn't go anywhere without saying so, always picks up when he calls. So he waits one hour, and then two, and then it's too much, and he ghosts down the hall to knock on Bruno's door.]
[Bruno must already know. But now . . .]
[He ought to have a plan. The unfortunate fact is that he doesn't, not even the beginnings of one.]
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[So, he's not hopeful when he hears the knock at his door. He knows it's not him. He answers the door wordlessly, pulling it wide enough for Giorno to step inside.]
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[...Around midnight because fuck everyone else, I guess? That'd be his way, anyway.]
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It has been too quiet.
[And it's not like he has much of anything else to do right now anyway. He gets up from his couch and goes to the door that joins their rooms together. It's never felt more like a barrier than it has over the past few days.]
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Naming a dragon.
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[...If you did, Giorno, why? Why?]
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no, you buckle up
buckles both of us up
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is it??? i think it might be just right
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Mm, Bruno, do you have a minute?
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[Sure, he could probably be more specific, but it's generally the whole message that Bruno does not exactly understand. So, here we are.]
[You may use your "mafia friendship points" to try again, Carlos.]
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And it would be good to get to know Bruno a little better. So three days after their conversation, as promised, Polnareff knocks at Bruno's door, shifting his weight impatiently.]
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I was wondering when you'd stop by. Come in.
[Bruno pulls the door wider and steps further back into his room. Coming into Bruno's room is certainly a good step towards getting to know him as he's been here long enough to accumulate a few personal effects, though not too many as Bruno wouldn't care for the clutter. There is a highly detailed sketch of some of the beach in Napoli framed and hung on one of the walls. On a small table beside a door that attaches to another bedroom is a record player with a small stack beneath the table. (They were the only things of Abbacchio's that Bruno decided to take from the room.) His bedroom is also carefully divided despite being all one room. There is an obvious distinction between a more "public" area with a small couch, coffee table, and a longer table with a couple of chairs against one of the walls. The "private" is a little sparse by comparison with only his bed and end tables.]
[Bruno steps over to the coffee table, picking up the mug of hot coffee up off its coaster near some potpourri before he crosses the room towards the larger table, pulling out a chair. Bruno sets his mug down on another coaster at the table as he sits.]
I believe what I've drawn up should be feasible, [he says as he pushes aside a ruler, pencil, and eraser off building plans he's drawn to scale with careful notes of measurements and the like written in neat handwriting. He nods to a small model similar in size to a child's bath toy sitting nearby on the table.] That will be the finished product.
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[God, but he loves being able to text. What convenience! What ease of access! What way to bother somebody without actually having to see if you're interrupting shit!]
you sir still owe me some beer
or wine
i dont know if youre a beer person
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I don't really drink often enough to have a preference, but shouldn't it be to your preferences? It's your winnings.
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[It actually took him a while to notice. It's not as though it's awfully late, Bruno is usually conscientious about going to bed on time, but — Bruno's voice, which Giorno is always so conscious of, is coming from the wrong direction, through the wrong wall, not from the hallway or his own room. From Polnareff's room.]
[From Polnareff's room. And he's laughing.]
[Giorno does a casual walk down the hall to see Jolie, then back. He doesn't pause at the door on either pass, because even without pausing he can hear what's going on: Polnareff saying something in French, Bruno mimicking it with a loose, lazy flow.]
[Bruno has been drinking. With Polnareff. And speaking French with Polnareff, and laughing with Polnareff, and . . . well. Giorno isn't entirely sure what to make of that tone. He's never heard it before. But he's also never heard Polnareff quite so quiet, and he doesn't know what that means either.]
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[With the glasses taken care of, he heads back up the stairs still humming as he starts taking out his barrettes and gently undoing his braid. It's only once he's rounded the corner to head down his end of the hallway that he notices Giorno and the humming starts. Bruno raises an eyebrow at the way he's currently fiddling with his braid and trying to appear casual as can be at the same time.]
You're really bad at looking like you're just coincidentally at the same place at the same time as someone else. You should work on that.
[He's teasing. Mostly. But he won't give Giorno that hard of a time about it. Even if he's had a little bit to drink, he knows Giorno wouldn't be hanging out by his door if he didn't need or want Bruno for something.]
Is everything okay?
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quick, dirmi come dire some curses in italian
i am lacking
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[(He could ask why he's asking Bruno since it's not as though Bruno has himself a reputation for having a pottymouth, but that seems irrelevant.)]
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Of course I do, piccolo.
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pre event, early august
ヽ (`へ´ ♡ ) ｣
BRUNO
————–[]=¤ԅ |▼皿▼|
BRRRRUNO
~~I==I:>~
when you wake up come outside
come see the boat
come see the boat that is now named
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did you see someone made profiteroles
how about that huh
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[Because Bruno is most often close to if not actually the first one awake usually.]
Are you accusing me of something, Jean?
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