[Bruno raises an eyebrow like he might just challenge Polnareff on the boat or maybe the jewelry, but in the end he says nothing to the contrary to what Polnareff is saying.]
I think you're managing alright. [That he says a little less teasing and a little more sincerely, back to his usual quiet.] You're keeping busy and learning new things. The mind's a more terrible thing to waste than time.
Relative to everything you do, it'd probably seem like I don't do much of anything, [he says with a small puff of laughter.] I don't really like being cooped up inside, so I go for a lot of walks. I like spending time on the beach. I read. Sometimes listen to music, though the shop around here doesn't really have much of a selection most of the time.
[And most of what he has now is Abbacchio's, which means it's mostly opera.]
I try to take some of the kitchen responsibilities off signora Kujo's hands every now and again as well. Occasionally, I help Giorno in the coffee shop. I check in on Dio fairly frequently, too.
Oye, yeah, I saw your record player-- what do you have?
[Because outside of Jotaro's occasional performances or his own whistled tunes, he hasn't heard any</> music in months.]
I, uh-- I don't know if the kid ever wants to start up again, but I used to teach him fencing. So if he does take that shit up again, you oughta sit in on a session.
[His smile flickers a little as his expression settles into something a little more neutral.]
It belonged to Abbacchio, [he says, straightening up enough that he's no longer leaning on one hand,] so I have mostly opera. I've managed to find a couple jazz albums that aren't bad, but...
[They're not exactly anything to write home about. That's what he's not saying.]
[Ah. Well. Perhaps not the best question to ask, but he's still glad to know.]
Not exactly what you want to hear, huh. What do you-- I mean, what . . . albums are your favorites?
[A beat, and then:]
I don't exactly know a lot about jazz, all right. The only thing I do know is that Jotaro's dad is a jazz musician, which is less to do with jazz and more to do with Jotaro.
[Bruno's smile doesn't exactly return, but something obviously in his eyes perks up at the question.]
Oh, anything by Miles Davis, even the albums I don't like as much as the rest, [he says with a small wave of his hand,] were still brilliant in their own right. I had every single one of his albums.
[It's not unusual for Bruno to sound proud, but it's certainly unusual to hear even a hint of it when it's directed towards anything to do with himself. But that collection of records is — was important to him.]
Bitches Brew was my favorite though. I can't even tell you how many times I listened to that over and over.
[Oh. That's cute, he thinks, and it's a word he can finally apply to Bruno. That's cute, that pride, and he makes a note of both that album name and the musician, just in case.]
If you ever find it, first thing you gotta do is let me listen to it with you, all right? I might as well pick up an appreciation of jazz while I'm at it.
[It's a joke, yeah, but it's also not-- he really will listen to the album, if Bruno ever gets it. Why not?]
That-- for me, it was Beggars Banquet. By the Stones, you know? It came out when I was a kid, but I picked it up when I was fifteen and I'd play it over and over. My papa-- he hated it, I don't know, he didn't like rock that much. So he got me a set of headphones, just so I wouldn't bother him.
[There's a start of a smile again when Polnareff says he wants to listen to it. It doesn't matter much to Bruno whether it's polite interest — which he doesn't think it is because Polnareff's simply not the type, he thinks, to put himself through something he doesn't like for the sake of manners — or because it's the friendly thing to do. That he offers at all is what puts the small smile on his face.]
[It widens when Polnareff shares his own favorite album though. It sounds like they managed to reach a good compromise with one another.]
I never listened to much rock. Though if Giorno had control over the radio, that's what he preferred to listen to. I didn't mind it if only because it didn't cause as many complaints with the others as Mista's easy-listening always did.
[Just one of the consequences of being a mom to rowdy children.]
Well, I don't blame them. Who wants to listen to the same shit they play in elevators? At least jazz or rock is actually music.
[A beat, and his grin returns. Not as shit-eating as some of his previous ones, but he's definitely amused.]
Kakyoin always used to-- well, actually, I don't think he minded the music, he just got pissy because I'd sing along. But we were driving all day, I don't know what he expected.
[It's obvious from Bruno's smile that he tries not to laugh at the elevator music comment, but the idea of Polnareff singing along with the music — and knowing him well enough to know that it'd be loud even if it was off-key and there was probably occasionally some percussion tossed in — is too much and Bruno turns his head a little, laughing behind the back of a hand.]
That's very brave of you to do something you know is going to irritate him in such a small, enclosed space.
[Bruno's been with his team long enough to know that laughing always encourages that sort of thing. So, he knows better than to laugh at Polnareff's imitation of Kakyoin. But when it's that close to the real thing, what is he supposed to do?]
[It's always encouraging to see Bruno laughing-- and, much like Abdul, once he starts, Polnareff feels the need to keep egging him on.]
He says he's into Jotaro, but I know the truth. I mean, who could blame him, I'm five years older and way cooler, no wonder he's into me. The day I sang along to Madonna was the day he lost his heart.
[Okay, he walked into that one. He knows he did. He'd known it even as he said it, but he'd said it anyway, because he couldn't help it, his impulse control has never been good at the best of times, but shit.
Shit, he thinks, because it's entirely unfair, Bruno saying that after Polnareff's realized what he did; it's unfair when Bruno has his hair in his eyes and Polnareff's present in his hair, when his voice is laughing and teasing and god damn it, this is unfair.]
[Not that he allows any of that to register on his face. There's half a second of a caught breath, maybe, a moment where he just lets those words settle in-- and then it's off to the races once more, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.]
It's option number three on my seduction technique. Although I really sound good with the Stones, that's where my true talent lies. If I ever get Beggars Banquet, watch out.
[Just because he knows this is a bad idea doesn't mean he's going to stop.]
[Once again, that brief hesitation goes with very little notice from Bruno. Polnareff's recovery is too swift for Bruno to think that it was anything other than just a moment of surprise that his humor often inspires.]
In the event that happens, I'll keep a close watch on my heart. [Bruno pats his chest just above his heart lightly with a hand.] But if you do manage to steal it, you have to promise not to break it.
[Bad idea. Definitely a bad idea. Absolutely, definitely a bad idea, he should beat a tactical retreat, he definitely should switch the topic, they're on his bed and he's two feet from Bruno and--]
You think I'm that callous? Believe me, you give me your heart, I'll be the best boyfriend you ever had. Flowers, chocolates, all that crap. You'll be so romanced you'll forget your own name.
Not the point. [He jabs a finger over at Bruno, mouth pursed in false indignance.] Whether it's one or a hundred, it's still true. I'm amazing at romance-- you oughta ask Jotaro, I'm his sherpa up sex mountain-- the one who guides him through all the weird questions sex brings up.
[--oh, shit, he probably shouldn't have said that. Not even because of crush-related reasons; it just seems like something not cool to talk about when it's someone not in your core bro circle.]
You're joking, right? Those boys would rather pretend like they know exactly what they're doing and fumble their way through it than ask anyone questions.
You'd know that if you'd seen the way they were falling all over themselves around Trish.
[Because you know, just because Bruno ignored it doesn't mean he didn't notice it. It'd be like failing to notice two trains colliding as it was happening three feet in front of you.]
[He laughs-- not cruelly, exactly, but definitely amused.]
Ahh, and here I thought they'd be comfortable asking their mama anything. Did they all try to flirt with Trish, then? At least Jotaro's confident enough to ask.
[A beat, and then he meets Bruno's eyes.]
Thank god we're not teenagers anymore.
[That might be the most honest thing he's said all night.]
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I think you're managing alright. [That he says a little less teasing and a little more sincerely, back to his usual quiet.] You're keeping busy and learning new things. The mind's a more terrible thing to waste than time.
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[Jotaro has the Den, and Kakyoin has his arcade, and Bruno--]
What about you? What do you do when we're not working on the boat?
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[And most of what he has now is Abbacchio's, which means it's mostly opera.]
I try to take some of the kitchen responsibilities off signora Kujo's hands every now and again as well. Occasionally, I help Giorno in the coffee shop. I check in on Dio fairly frequently, too.
[Small touches of the life he used to have.]
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[Because outside of Jotaro's occasional performances or his own whistled tunes, he hasn't heard any</> music in months.]
I, uh-- I don't know if the kid ever wants to start up again, but I used to teach him fencing. So if he does take that shit up again, you oughta sit in on a session.
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[His smile flickers a little as his expression settles into something a little more neutral.]
It belonged to Abbacchio, [he says, straightening up enough that he's no longer leaning on one hand,] so I have mostly opera. I've managed to find a couple jazz albums that aren't bad, but...
[They're not exactly anything to write home about. That's what he's not saying.]
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Not exactly what you want to hear, huh. What do you-- I mean, what . . . albums are your favorites?
[A beat, and then:]
I don't exactly know a lot about jazz, all right. The only thing I do know is that Jotaro's dad is a jazz musician, which is less to do with jazz and more to do with Jotaro.
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Oh, anything by Miles Davis, even the albums I don't like as much as the rest, [he says with a small wave of his hand,] were still brilliant in their own right. I had every single one of his albums.
[It's not unusual for Bruno to sound proud, but it's certainly unusual to hear even a hint of it when it's directed towards anything to do with himself. But that collection of records is — was important to him.]
Bitches Brew was my favorite though. I can't even tell you how many times I listened to that over and over.
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If you ever find it, first thing you gotta do is let me listen to it with you, all right? I might as well pick up an appreciation of jazz while I'm at it.
[It's a joke, yeah, but it's also not-- he really will listen to the album, if Bruno ever gets it. Why not?]
That-- for me, it was Beggars Banquet. By the Stones, you know? It came out when I was a kid, but I picked it up when I was fifteen and I'd play it over and over. My papa-- he hated it, I don't know, he didn't like rock that much. So he got me a set of headphones, just so I wouldn't bother him.
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[It widens when Polnareff shares his own favorite album though. It sounds like they managed to reach a good compromise with one another.]
I never listened to much rock. Though if Giorno had control over the radio, that's what he preferred to listen to. I didn't mind it if only because it didn't cause as many complaints with the others as Mista's easy-listening always did.
[Just one of the consequences of being a mom to rowdy children.]
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[A beat, and his grin returns. Not as shit-eating as some of his previous ones, but he's definitely amused.]
Kakyoin always used to-- well, actually, I don't think he minded the music, he just got pissy because I'd sing along. But we were driving all day, I don't know what he expected.
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That's very brave of you to do something you know is going to irritate him in such a small, enclosed space.
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[He pinches his face, pulling an imitation of Kakyoin irritated. He's seen it often enough, it's not a bad imitation.]
And he always looks like that around me, I'm immune to it by now.
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I can't imagine why he would.
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[It's always encouraging to see Bruno laughing-- and, much like Abdul, once he starts, Polnareff feels the need to keep egging him on.]
He says he's into Jotaro, but I know the truth. I mean, who could blame him, I'm five years older and way cooler, no wonder he's into me. The day I sang along to Madonna was the day he lost his heart.
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Madonna? Oh, well, [Bruno says with a small shake of his head,] then there's absolutely no way anyone could possibly resist you.
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Shit, he thinks, because it's entirely unfair, Bruno saying that after Polnareff's realized what he did; it's unfair when Bruno has his hair in his eyes and Polnareff's present in his hair, when his voice is laughing and teasing and god damn it, this is unfair.]
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It's option number three on my seduction technique. Although I really sound good with the Stones, that's where my true talent lies. If I ever get Beggars Banquet, watch out.
[Just because he knows this is a bad idea doesn't mean he's going to stop.]
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In the event that happens, I'll keep a close watch on my heart. [Bruno pats his chest just above his heart lightly with a hand.] But if you do manage to steal it, you have to promise not to break it.
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You think I'm that callous? Believe me, you give me your heart, I'll be the best boyfriend you ever had. Flowers, chocolates, all that crap. You'll be so romanced you'll forget your own name.
[YOLO.]
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And how many people have you made that promise to, Casanova?
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[--oh, shit, he probably shouldn't have said that. Not even because of crush-related reasons; it just seems like something not cool to talk about when it's someone not in your core bro circle.]
--don't. Tell him I told you that.
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I'm perfectly content to forget I ever heard it.
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It's not weird-- what, you're my age and you hang out with a bunch of teenagers too, nobody ever asked you weird sex questions?
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You'd know that if you'd seen the way they were falling all over themselves around Trish.
[Because you know, just because Bruno ignored it doesn't mean he didn't notice it. It'd be like failing to notice two trains colliding as it was happening three feet in front of you.]
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Ahh, and here I thought they'd be comfortable asking their mama anything. Did they all try to flirt with Trish, then? At least Jotaro's confident enough to ask.
[A beat, and then he meets Bruno's eyes.]
Thank god we're not teenagers anymore.
[That might be the most honest thing he's said all night.]
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