Actually managed, he says, like it's some big surprise . . .
[So rude.]
But right, good to know. Next time I try and pick somebody up, I'll add all that. Bruno Buccellati thinks I'd be okay and that I'm a step ahead of a bunch of sixteen year olds.
[God, but he loves making Bruno laugh. He loves it not only because it's not always easy, but because it comes from Polnareff simply being who he is-- teasing and joking the way he always does. It's always great to be able to make people laugh-- he's still reeling in triumph over getting Fugo to do it-- but there's an extra kick to it when it comes to Bruno.]
At least I'm never gonna sink so low that I give somebody a fish to confess my love.
[Bruno purses his lips to stifle his smile and another laugh. Of course, the truly sad part is that Bruno didn't know about the love confession fish prior to right now, but he knows enough that he doesn't need to ask for the specifics to figure it out. God help those children. They need an adult. Bruno lightly swats Polnareff's leg with the back of a hand.]
You ever do something even remotely like that and you're not allowed to use my name in testimonials like that anymore.
[Hah, he won, and so he settles down again, arms behind his head.]
You won't hurt me. You're my co-parent, and what's more, you're a nice person, you definitely won't unzip me.
[Which is just asking for it, really, and so, without missing a beat:]
And if you do now, I'm going to name our second child something really stupid, and then for the rest of the time you'll always have to say, Oh, Jean, do you want to go sailing on the FIS Seaduction?
I'm gonna go get paint tomorrow. Gold, for me, and now blue, for you.
[A beat, and then:]
That, and . . . I was talking to Kakyoin a while ago about getting to know people. When I first got here, I could tell you a ton about how he fought, but I didn't even know the guy's favorite food. So I like asking about stupid stuff like that.
[Another good thing to remember. Miles Davis, baked scallops, mushrooms and a kind of pasta he's definitely going to have to look up.]
I dunno if you're allowed to have three favorites, Bruno, that's kind of cheating.
[But if they're going to play that game:]
Pot au fe, for me, if we're talking supper-- I've made it here before, it's that one that's kind of like carrots and potatoes and beef. Or profiteroles, if we're talking dessert.
[He almost points out that he's Italian, which gives him the full right to have three favorites, but he refrains from it this time. If Polnareff decides to comment that he's too particular on his coffee later though...]
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[So rude.]
But right, good to know. Next time I try and pick somebody up, I'll add all that. Bruno Buccellati thinks I'd be okay and that I'm a step ahead of a bunch of sixteen year olds.
[God, but he loves making Bruno laugh. He loves it not only because it's not always easy, but because it comes from Polnareff simply being who he is-- teasing and joking the way he always does. It's always great to be able to make people laugh-- he's still reeling in triumph over getting Fugo to do it-- but there's an extra kick to it when it comes to Bruno.]
At least I'm never gonna sink so low that I give somebody a fish to confess my love.
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You ever do something even remotely like that and you're not allowed to use my name in testimonials like that anymore.
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[He squirms, shifting so he can return that swat with a light nudge of his foot.]
How'm I supposed to get with somebody if I can't use you as a reference!
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I don't know, Jean, but that doesn't sound like my problem.
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[Hah, he won, and so he settles down again, arms behind his head.]
You won't hurt me. You're my co-parent, and what's more, you're a nice person, you definitely won't unzip me.
[Which is just asking for it, really, and so, without missing a beat:]
And if you do now, I'm going to name our second child something really stupid, and then for the rest of the time you'll always have to say, Oh, Jean, do you want to go sailing on the FIS Seaduction?
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I could just zip your mouth shut instead.
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[He rises up to his elbows, leveling Bruno with a particularly incredulous stare.]
You'd do that to yourself?
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[The stare melts into something heartfelt. Imploring. Desperate. Don't do this to your new bro, Bruno.]
You know how I feel about zippers.
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I'll never stop whining about it afterwards.
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Assassins, Jean.
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[Actually--]
'S how I won you over, too. Is that an Italian thing or a mafia thing?
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[He snaps his fingers and points towards Bruno, as if he'd just made a particularly successful point.]
So you admit I've won you over.
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Was that ever actually in question or a secret?
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[Which is true, albeit something that holds a little more weight now with Bruno.]
I gotta fight to hear that Kakyoin likes me, so it's kind of a triumph when anyone</> says it.
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[Just saying. But he's not actually all that sore over it, so instead:]
Oye. What's your favorite color?
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[A beat, and then:]
That, and . . . I was talking to Kakyoin a while ago about getting to know people. When I first got here, I could tell you a ton about how he fought, but I didn't even know the guy's favorite food. So I like asking about stupid stuff like that.
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[So Bruno doesn't think it's all that stupid.]
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I dunno if you're allowed to have three favorites, Bruno, that's kind of cheating.
[But if they're going to play that game:]
Pot au fe, for me, if we're talking supper-- I've made it here before, it's that one that's kind of like carrots and potatoes and beef. Or profiteroles, if we're talking dessert.
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[Bruno shakes his head a little.]
I've never had much of a sweet tooth.
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[Besides, even those without a sweet tooth (which is fairly unimaginable, but whatever) probably enjoy it.]
Once I figure out how to make them. Or Holly takes pity on me and makes them for me after I try and they explode on me, whichever.
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