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I could stop, if you want.

[He has a feeling Bruno doesn't want-- but who knows? Both Jotaro and Kakyoin were particular about what names they were called. Buccellati isn't the sort to suffer quietly (at least, not like this), so he probably would have said something if he'd hated it-- but best to be sure.

It's a little bit of a game they're playing right now-- or at least, it is on Polnareff's end. He asks the question because he ought to, but really, after a few weeks working on the Boat, he knows Bruno won't mind. He knows quite a bit about Bruno now.]

I didn't say I minded it.

Besides, I think we're past the need for formality, don't you?

[Not that Bruno really felt there ever was a need for or the presence of formality between the two of them.]

well yeah
you build a boat with a guy, its almost as good as being in a fight with him for bonding
but i thought id make sure
people are particular about names around here
thats the first time ive heard jean in a while

I've personally never been that particular about it, but Passione under Diavolo was very concerned with formality and rank. So most of the citizens wouldn't have dared call me Bruno and even the members of my team that I've known for years referred to me as Buccellati even in private. Although it was probably a little different for the team than your average citizen.

It probably didn't apply quite as much to Abbacchio, but for most of them, it was probably easier to focus on whatever mission was in front of them with that distance there.

[Or at least the illusion of it. Because no one would have stepped onto that boat in Venezia if that particular kind of bond had been fostered instead of what was really there.]

[Huh. That . . . makes sense, really, and fits into the hazy picture he's painted himself, but he's never heard it, not even from Giorno. There's never been any you know, most people call me Don Giovanna-- but that's not really Giorno's way, not even in casual conversation. Maybe some of that is modeled from Bruno. Polanreff wonders-- and he knows better to ask this, at least-- what it's like in the future, what names he himself uses for Giorno, what people call him.]

you know i was gonna say something like "well you wanna look at it that way, we're both giorno's consigliere, we're the same rank, so jean and bruno works"
but are we??
since im younger
and you've been doing this a lot more
i just want to be clear so i can pull rank on you if need be

[He hopes that successfully comes across as teasing. God, he does, and he stares down at the watch, frowning. It's all still a little unreal, this mafia business, and sometimes it's too easy to dismiss it as something from a dream. It's not that he doesn't believe Bruno, no, it's just--

It's all so hazy in the future. You will become Giorno's consigliere, you will help out Passione in ways you can't imagine-- it's all well and good to say that, but the truth of the matter is, Giorno will always register as his friend more than his don.]

[Bruno knows it's just teasing, but with Polnareff it's sometimes hard to tell when he's just teasing and when he's teasing while trying to get answers. He did express an interest in understanding the structure better, so...]

That's something that's more up to Giorno than either of us.

[But then there's a pause before another message comes through.]

But he's a bit of a mammoni, so I think I have the advantage.

[Sorry, Giorno. He's held out for as long as he can without taking the piss out of you. At the very least, Polnareff probably doesn't know what that means and Bruno isn't going to say? Some dignity possibly saved??]

[Fortunately (or unfortunately, in poor Giorno's case), the French word for the same concept isn't too different. Similar enough that he can guess, anyway-- and it's entirely possible Bruno will hear the sharp bark of laughter from Polnareff's room.]

UNFAIR
he shouldnt choose between parents like this he should be entirely unbiased between the two of us
besides which i gave him a TOY ROBOT

[Well, RIP Giorno's dignity. There isn't a chance that Polnareff will hear it, but Bruno does quietly laugh at the sudden laughter from down the hall and the message he gets back.]

He shouldn't choose, but now who's trying to turn it into a competition?

oh buddy it was a competition from day one
i have jotaro and his giant toy store on my side

speaking of which have you ever seen that place?
the den > the toy store but both are pretty amazing
im getting pretty amazing at putting together toy airplanes AND shooting pool
i was already p great about pool but with nothing but the boat to distract me ive had a lot of time to improve my skills

The novelty will wear off eventually and then what? Besides, I think I'm much more in touch with Giorno's aesthetics than you are and you know that's important.

I can't say I've spent much time there.

hey
HEY
i have at least once put on eyeliner
that counts

[That's more terrifying to admit than comes across text-- but then, right on the heels of that:]

you should come by sometime! ill show you it all
its pretty great
both bits i mean the toys there are fucking amazing
but also its fun to shoot pool after supper
besides if you come along we can team up against jotaro and kakyoin

It only counts if you managed to do an even line. I'd also be willing to award bonus points if you managed to wing it at all. But I think I'm still ahead when I'm wearing it more days than not.

Don't you think it's a little poor taste to beat someone in their own establishment?

it was more even than yours i bet
not wings though you got me there
i don't even know what wings area

and no
not when it's jotaro kujo
i lost a bet to him over pool a few months ago
after that all limits are off

If you want to learn, I can teach you. Or I'm sure Giorno can.

You should have told me that from the beginning. I'll definitely help you.

[There's a little pause, and then:]

so come teach me

(& i was hoping youd do it out of FRIENDSHIP)
(because we're co-parents to our don)
(because we've worked on a BOAT together)
(i mean revenge works too but come on bruno)

Alright, give me a minute.

Being willing to help someone get revenge is a great gesture of friendship.

[So what are you talking about?]

just as long as its in the name of friendship thats all i ask

[Here's a story: once upon a time, when he was sixteen, Polnareff had quite liked a girl. Her name is unimportant. What is important is that she'd been very fond of gardening. For a whole spring, Polnareff had learned way too much about gardening in order to actually have something to talk about to this girl.

This is a little like that. He's aware of that as he gets up to open the door to his room, but so what? Just because something repeats doesn't mean it's inherently bad.]

[Bruno's coming down the hall with a small bag tucked under his arm. (Listen, it's not that he's allergic to color, he's just got an aesthetic.) He figured Polnareff probably didn't have any supplies of his own and if he did, they were limited.]

I'll do one eye and you do the other? [he asks, stepping into Polnareff's room. He only wanders a few steps in, but it's in the obvious direction of the bed to sit.]

Yeah, sure--

[He gestures towards the space before him, inviting-- but gets up to grab something off his dresser. Whatever it is, it's small enough to safely be covered by his fingers, and then it's shoved in his pocket, so-- doesn't matter! And then he returns to sitting across from Bruno.]

So I'm guessing it looks just like it sounds? Like--

[He gestures with one finger, curving an eye-like shape before swooping out into an exaggerated line.]

[...Real casual, Polnareff. Bruno would never notice that. But even with as quickly as Polnareff runs over to his dresser and back, Bruno doesn't say anything about it. He just sits down on the bed and unzips his bag.]

More or less. The longer it is, the more dramatic it is, but I'd recommend starting out with something a little smaller until you get confident with it. [He pauses.] You don't have a preference between liquid or gel, do you?

I don't even know the difference.

[So it's your call, buddy. He bites back another sentence-- something like, I'm not exactly going to practice this-- because that would give away the (admittedly flimsy) game. There's a pretext for this meeting, and god forbid he destroy it with a clumsy misstep.

Anyway, he's got better things to ask. Polnareff leans in, peering at the bag curiously.]

What else you got in there?

We'll start you with liquid. It's a little more precise.

[He says this more to himself than to Polnareff and pulls said liquid liner out as well as a pencil. He looks up at the question.]

Oh, I don't keep much. [There may or may not be an implied unlike some people. Can't imagine who he'd be referring to if there was though.] Mascara, a couple tubes of lipstick, some concealer...

[And if Polnareff does look inside, Bruno really does keep a minimal collection. Even his lipstick doesn't vary that much in color, most of them nude with only a single black lipstick as a noticeable difference.]

[It's not exactly the rainbow of variety that Giorno had pulled out, but he'd sort of expected that. He mostly wears black and white, Giorno had said, and Polnareff can appreciate that-- he likes the simplicity of a solid black top as much as the next man. But if you're going to wear makeup, you might as well be loud about it, right?

In his opinion, anyway, which probably only counts for half an opinion. Anyway, all this mostly-monochrome works out, because it makes what's resting in his pants pocket work all the better.]

'S it that common in the future, guys wearing makeup? I think you and Giorno are the first guys I've met who wear it so often.

[He says it and sits still, waiting for Bruno to start.]

Mm, no, I wouldn't call it common. Not in Italia, anyway. Most men adhere strongly to machismo still.

[It's here he hesitates and he uncaps the pencil with a quick, small distracting sentence of,]

Close your eyes.

[And once Polnareff's eyes are closed, he scoots a little closer to hold Polnareff's chin gently with one hand and making small dots along Polnareff's lash line. And then he parts with it,]

I actually didn't wear any until I met Abbacchio. He wore a lot of it — more than I ever would and not the way I wear it. He's always sharp edges and hard lines, and it makes him look mean, but I liked it on him.

[Abbacchio never thought much of himself. He saw himself as a fuck up and one second away from destroying anything. But that's not the sort of person he really was, not in Bruno's opinion. Abbacchio wore his makeup as a way of hiding his insecurity, but Bruno saw it as bringing who he was to light. So, maybe he was a little mean, but Abbacchio was strong, too. Stronger than he realized.]

[Bruno's finished laying down the dots. He reaches into his bag again to pull out a small compact mirror and opens it for Polnareff to see.]

First step is laying out your outline with dots. You want one on about each side of your iris, in the middle of your pupil, and near the end of your white on the outer corner. Then you want a dot for where your wing will end.

[True to his word, Bruno's kept the wing small. He holds the pencil out to Polnareff to do the other eye.]

[It's an effort, not opening his eyes when Bruno begins talking about Abbacchio. He's the Passione member Polnareff knows least about-- really, all he does know is that he died. The fact that he hasn't heard much speaks volumes, but far be it for Polnareff to judge. He's only spoken about Abdul twice since he got here, and only one of those times to someone outside his core group.]

All right.

[He says that in response to the makeup lesson-- and oh, yeah, he was supposed to be paying attention, wasn't he? Dots, right, and-- well, how different can it be from what Star and Giorno did? It's a straight line, except towards the outside, where you wing it. Yeah. All right, he can imitate that. Polnareff squints into the mirror, his hands moving in aborted little gestures as he gets used to using the mirror-- and then begins.]

What was he like?

[He keeps his gaze on himself as he asks. Nominally, it's so he can see what the hell he's doing (dots, and it's actually not a bad effort so far, but this is only the beginning)-- but there's another reason as well. Bruno deserves privacy for a question like that, god knows. If he wants to linger on the subject, they will, but if it still hurts too much-- well, he'll have the space to hurt, and to brush past the subject, should he desire.]

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