[Maybe, he thinks happily, it'll be today. He can't come out and confess, not so abruptly, but maybe it'll be today Bruno realizes. Or, hell, if Giorno's theory is correct, maybe he does realize, so maybe today will be the day they stop dancing around each other. That would be nice. He'd like that. It's not that he doesn't like moments like these-- god, no, he's going to remember Bruno's open laugh for the rest of his life-- but it would be very nice to be able to kiss him afterwards.
But! They've all day, and Polnareff has no intention of forcing something. So he puts his arms behind his head and skips forward a few steps, catching up to Bruno with a grin.]
You gotta show me how you made those desserts, by the way. I swear to god, every time I try they come out like crap; you do it the first time and they're perfect.
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[Maybe, he thinks happily, it'll be today. He can't come out and confess, not so abruptly, but maybe it'll be today Bruno realizes. Or, hell, if Giorno's theory is correct, maybe he does realize, so maybe today will be the day they stop dancing around each other. That would be nice. He'd like that. It's not that he doesn't like moments like these-- god, no, he's going to remember Bruno's open laugh for the rest of his life-- but it would be very nice to be able to kiss him afterwards.
But! They've all day, and Polnareff has no intention of forcing something. So he puts his arms behind his head and skips forward a few steps, catching up to Bruno with a grin.]
You gotta show me how you made those desserts, by the way. I swear to god, every time I try they come out like crap; you do it the first time and they're perfect.