[He brushes his fingers against his chest, but there's nothing there. His breathing is normal, his heartbeat is steady, and there's no sudden heaviness in his chest. Everything appears normal, and Polnareff isn't certain if he likes that better or worse than some kind of indication he was carrying several boards within him.]
Not even a scar, huh . . .
[Not that he really expected one. There hadn't been one the first time, after all. Polnareff finally glances down, peering at himself for a few seconds before giving Bruno a smile. It's a genuine one, despite his nervousness-- because hey, this isn't so bad!]
Least if we ever get a movie theater around here, you and I have a way to sneak in snacks.
Bottom. You start by building it upside down and work on the outside first. Then you flip it over, [he says with a small gesture of his hand, turning his palm up and cupping his hand slightly before letting it fall back to his side,] and work on the inside.
[He still has no idea how you get flat boards to curve into a suitable boat-y shape, but he's not really here to do the thinking. There's a way, and Bruno will tell him when the time comes.]
You've got . . . let's call it til the end of this project to come up with a clever name for this ship, by the way. Don't disappoint me.
Well, anything that makes me laugh. I'd say a pun, but since English isn't either of our first languages that's a little unfair. Something that isn't just straightforward, like Destiny or Freedom or The Ship We Made Because Polnareff Was Bored, junk like that.
Mi dispiace. [Bruno holds his hands up in mock surrender.] I don't know though, it's your first boat. Don't you think you should be the one to name it?
[Ah. Right. The conclusion. That happy warm feeling that had suffused his chest is now gone, replaced by-- well. Not dread, exactly. Just a bit of nervousness. At least he's calmer than he was going in; that's worth noting.]
All right. Have at me, I guess.
[God, this is weird if he thinks about it. But he is, and so the inevitable question comes up:]
Hey, what if you forget where exactly you zipped it the first time? Like, what if you unzipped a slightly different spot, is it just empty space?
[Bruno is just about to unzip him once again when the question comes up and his hand hesitates there in the space between them as he asks the question. And then it's straight back to unzipping.]
It doesn't have to be the exact same spot, no. [Sticky Fingers appears again as Bruno pulls the flap back open and begins piling the wood back into its arms.] I couldn't get to this spot if I tried unzipping your back, but I don't need to start the zipper from the same exact point on your front to get to this wood.
Still, if I intend to leave something long-term, I try to make sure it's something a little easier to remember. For example, Polpo asked me to hide away six billion lira-worth of treasure. So I put it in a urinal on Capri.
How is that memorable! What if you forgot which urinal it was? What if you forgot which bathroom it was? Oh, urgh--
[Whether that's to the thought of so much wealth being placed into a urinal (and why oh why does it always come back to bathrooms) or the fact that he's slowly having four trees worth of wood being pulled out of him is anyone's guess. Polnareff finally dares to glance down, because it's either that or stare too closely at Bruno-- and hey, what do you know. Having a gaping black hole in your chest still isn't all that great to look at.
Back to staring up at Bruno. Much safer territory there.]
Polnareff, why would I forget which bathroom I stashed six billion of anything in?
[Bruno shakes his head a little.]
There's not that many public restrooms on Capri anyway. Even if I somehow managed to forget, it wouldn't be that hard to narrow it down and pick the right urinal. The only person who should have been concerned about that much money being at stake was Polpo because he was relying on both my loyalty and my survival.
[It's okay, Polnareff. Sticky Fingers is almost done.]
Polpo had been the one to oversee me since I joined the gang and helped me climb in the ranks. He considered me to be the one officer he could trust absolutely out of all the ones who answered to him. And Sticky Fingers is more secure than any bank. I'm the only one who can access the spaces Sticky Fingers creates. But anyone could waltz into a bank and bullshit their way into a safety deposit box if they were clever enough.
Besides, most of what he was hiding away was stolen anyway.
No, he didn't-- he mostly focused on people I'd know. So you and Narancia, Fugo, Mista, Abbacchio, Trish-- I think that's everybody? But . . . [And he wrinkles his nose.] He doesn't talk a ton about the future, and I think-- I mean, it's for my sake.
[Sticky Fingers removes the last of the wood, pausing a moment from stacking it up with the rest for Bruno to seal Polnareff back up.]
If you asked, I'm sure he would tell you whatever you'd like to know. Giorno isn't in the business of keeping secrets from the people he trusts. [He's so adamant about it, in fact, that it caused a brief rupture in his relationship with Bruno. But that is neither here nor there, so Bruno doesn't bring it up.] But I'm sure he'd rather you not worry about things that will be and stay focused on the present anyway.
[And isn't that just Giorno's style? He focuses a lot of his time and energy onto the future so everyone else doesn't have to. Of course he'd include Polnareff in that.]
In any case, he barely knew Polpo. Polpo committed suicide shortly after Giorno passed his test, and I immediately took Polpo's place. [Was that mild skepticism? No. Never. If Giorno felt a chill just now, that's probably entirely coincidental.] So, Polpo was really inconsequential to Giorno.
[He wonders, vaguely, whether it was suicide or "suicide", complete with deliberate quotation marks, and then wonders if that's actually a thing in the mafia. One of these days he really ought to get to know proper mafia terminology instead of just relying on the Godfather, but not today.
That's him sealed up, then, and once again Polnareff brushes his fingers against his chest. That . . . hadn't really been so bad, though he's not going to make a habit of it. And now they have all the wood where they want it, so well done Sticky Fingers.]
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Not even a scar, huh . . .
[Not that he really expected one. There hadn't been one the first time, after all. Polnareff finally glances down, peering at himself for a few seconds before giving Bruno a smile. It's a genuine one, despite his nervousness-- because hey, this isn't so bad!]
Least if we ever get a movie theater around here, you and I have a way to sneak in snacks.
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It's not as bad as you were expecting then?
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[He settles in next to Bruno, hands back in his pockets, pleased to have earned that laugh again.]
But no, not so bad. I dunno, I expected I'd feel it more-- like a weight or something, you know? I mean, it's a lot of wood. So--
[And he ducks his head, meeting his eyes.]
Do you start on the bottom or the sides, building this? I mean, after you get all the wood cleaned up and all that.
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[He still has no idea how you get flat boards to curve into a suitable boat-y shape, but he's not really here to do the thinking. There's a way, and Bruno will tell him when the time comes.]
You've got . . . let's call it til the end of this project to come up with a clever name for this ship, by the way. Don't disappoint me.
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And what counts as clever for you?
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I hope those aren't names you thought I'd come up with.
[Because they are terrible.]
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Suit yourself. Just remember this when it comes time to set sail, all right-- you trust me, with all that implies.
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[Bruno comes to a stop as they've reached the back of the mansion, brushing some of his hair behind his ear.]
I think this will be a good spot to leave the wood.
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All right. Have at me, I guess.
[God, this is weird if he thinks about it. But he is, and so the inevitable question comes up:]
Hey, what if you forget where exactly you zipped it the first time? Like, what if you unzipped a slightly different spot, is it just empty space?
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It doesn't have to be the exact same spot, no. [Sticky Fingers appears again as Bruno pulls the flap back open and begins piling the wood back into its arms.] I couldn't get to this spot if I tried unzipping your back, but I don't need to start the zipper from the same exact point on your front to get to this wood.
Still, if I intend to leave something long-term, I try to make sure it's something a little easier to remember. For example, Polpo asked me to hide away six billion lira-worth of treasure. So I put it in a urinal on Capri.
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[Whether that's to the thought of so much wealth being placed into a urinal (and why oh why does it always come back to bathrooms) or the fact that he's slowly having four trees worth of wood being pulled out of him is anyone's guess. Polnareff finally dares to glance down, because it's either that or stare too closely at Bruno-- and hey, what do you know. Having a gaping black hole in your chest still isn't all that great to look at.
Back to staring up at Bruno. Much safer territory there.]
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[Bruno shakes his head a little.]
There's not that many public restrooms on Capri anyway. Even if I somehow managed to forget, it wouldn't be that hard to narrow it down and pick the right urinal. The only person who should have been concerned about that much money being at stake was Polpo because he was relying on both my loyalty and my survival.
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[He shifts his weight, pointedly not seeing how much wood is left, thanks.]
So was it a test, or did the guy just really not trust banks?
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Polpo had been the one to oversee me since I joined the gang and helped me climb in the ranks. He considered me to be the one officer he could trust absolutely out of all the ones who answered to him. And Sticky Fingers is more secure than any bank. I'm the only one who can access the spaces Sticky Fingers creates. But anyone could waltz into a bank and bullshit their way into a safety deposit box if they were clever enough.
Besides, most of what he was hiding away was stolen anyway.
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[He accepts that stolen bit with a little shrug-- it comes with the territory of mafia, doesn't it?]
I mean-- okay, yeah, Sticky Fingers is way more secure, but what's the point of money being secure if even you can't access it?
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[That makes more sense. Context!]
No, he didn't-- he mostly focused on people I'd know. So you and Narancia, Fugo, Mista, Abbacchio, Trish-- I think that's everybody? But . . . [And he wrinkles his nose.] He doesn't talk a ton about the future, and I think-- I mean, it's for my sake.
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If you asked, I'm sure he would tell you whatever you'd like to know. Giorno isn't in the business of keeping secrets from the people he trusts. [He's so adamant about it, in fact, that it caused a brief rupture in his relationship with Bruno. But that is neither here nor there, so Bruno doesn't bring it up.] But I'm sure he'd rather you not worry about things that will be and stay focused on the present anyway.
[And isn't that just Giorno's style? He focuses a lot of his time and energy onto the future so everyone else doesn't have to. Of course he'd include Polnareff in that.]
In any case, he barely knew Polpo. Polpo committed suicide shortly after Giorno passed his test, and I immediately took Polpo's place. [Was that mild skepticism? No. Never. If Giorno felt a chill just now, that's probably entirely coincidental.] So, Polpo was really inconsequential to Giorno.
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[He wonders, vaguely, whether it was suicide or "suicide", complete with deliberate quotation marks, and then wonders if that's actually a thing in the mafia. One of these days he really ought to get to know proper mafia terminology instead of just relying on the Godfather, but not today.
That's him sealed up, then, and once again Polnareff brushes his fingers against his chest. That . . . hadn't really been so bad, though he's not going to make a habit of it. And now they have all the wood where they want it, so well done Sticky Fingers.]
And his six million?
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