[He tips his head in acknowledgement-- he did, yeah, bloodied and numb with grief, but he'd come back-- and hands the pencil back to him.]
And you're still here.
[So they both managed to survive and keep going, even if there were times when neither of them wanted to. Polnareff offers a slight smile, sad and soft all at once, and lets it linger for a moment. Someday, he thinks, he'll tell Bruno about Abdul and Sherry. Both of them deserve to be talked about-- not just in the light of grief, but fondly, just as he'd once regaled Giorno with stories about his sister.
That smile lingers for just a few moments, though. There's no sense in they both of them wallowing for their loved ones gone. Polnareff pushes his smile into becoming something stronger, something a little more teasing.]
So how do I look, hm?
[The effect, for the record, isn't horrific. There's a clear difference between the left and right eye, and he was admittedly distracted by their conversation, but at least the liner is on there, and it's all one line, so . . . progress. But his smile invites teasing, because of course he's not very good at this at all, and doesn't he know it.]
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And you're still here.
[So they both managed to survive and keep going, even if there were times when neither of them wanted to. Polnareff offers a slight smile, sad and soft all at once, and lets it linger for a moment. Someday, he thinks, he'll tell Bruno about Abdul and Sherry. Both of them deserve to be talked about-- not just in the light of grief, but fondly, just as he'd once regaled Giorno with stories about his sister.
That smile lingers for just a few moments, though. There's no sense in they both of them wallowing for their loved ones gone. Polnareff pushes his smile into becoming something stronger, something a little more teasing.]
So how do I look, hm?
[The effect, for the record, isn't horrific. There's a clear difference between the left and right eye, and he was admittedly distracted by their conversation, but at least the liner is on there, and it's all one line, so . . . progress. But his smile invites teasing, because of course he's not very good at this at all, and doesn't he know it.]