[A greeting and a smile, all for Bruno, and Polnareff steps back, inviting him in. It's not the first time Bruno's seen his room, no, but it's the first time he's been in here without distraction-- so it might as well be the first.
It's less messy than one might expect. The laundry, true, is in a pile in a corner, but it's a pile, organized and kept to one spot. The walls are bare, painted a deep scarlet with gold border, and the windows are thrown open. There's a few books from the library, mostly sports biographies, stacked by his bed. The smell of cigarettes lingers, but that's a given.
There's no desk or chairs, unfortunately, a fact that Polnareff seems to realize belatedly. But what the hell, they're friends, so he goes to sit on the bed, legs crossed under him. Follow suit, pal.]
So what'd you have to trade to get it? I always wonder, for other people. Kakyoin's got his emeralds, and I figure Jotaro probably uses those too, but.
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[A greeting and a smile, all for Bruno, and Polnareff steps back, inviting him in. It's not the first time Bruno's seen his room, no, but it's the first time he's been in here without distraction-- so it might as well be the first.
It's less messy than one might expect. The laundry, true, is in a pile in a corner, but it's a pile, organized and kept to one spot. The walls are bare, painted a deep scarlet with gold border, and the windows are thrown open. There's a few books from the library, mostly sports biographies, stacked by his bed. The smell of cigarettes lingers, but that's a given.
There's no desk or chairs, unfortunately, a fact that Polnareff seems to realize belatedly. But what the hell, they're friends, so he goes to sit on the bed, legs crossed under him. Follow suit, pal.]
So what'd you have to trade to get it? I always wonder, for other people. Kakyoin's got his emeralds, and I figure Jotaro probably uses those too, but.