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You're wonderful.

[The fondest of sighs.]

And fun to conspire with.

That's high praise coming from you.

Is it? Whatever do you mean?

[moo hoo ha ha, tell her she's pretty.]

[Not even trying to be subtle in fishing for compliments, huh? That's alright.]

I just think Giorno should be concerned. He may have finally met his match. You may end up out-scheming him sooner rather than later.

[Gotta save up that sneaking around for shit that matters, man.]

Now that is high praise! I don't know if I believe you there. But I admit we make good partners in crime...

I should perhaps be a little concerned about that.

[But he's not. Bruno quietly supports this friendship.]

[quietly supports everything... what a good mom...]

Oh, Bruno, we love you too much to do anything too terrible.

[Which, despite the way she says it, is true.]

And I suppose you expect me to just believe you just because you've got a face like that?

Are you saying you think I'd lie to you?

[Smart.]

I'm hurt.

[Ha.]

[Uh-huh. He can tell that was a deep wound he just inflicted.]

No, not lie. Perhaps creatively stretch and fold the truth, however.

Well, I have been told I have quite the imagination...

[Creativity in spades, tbh.]

But you must, too, to accuse me of these things so easily!

Oh, it doesn't come easily. I'd like to think out of all of them, I could count on you to stir up the least amount of trouble.

I could cause trouble if I wanted to.

[WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY POUTING especially after meeting everyone and knowing it's true]

But you wouldn't do that to me, would you?

[Ah... Right in her weak spot... Her love for Bruno...]

I did promise I wouldn't...

[DANG.]

Okay, okay. I'll be good -- mostly. And keep the boys sort of in line.

As long as it's only sort of. I'd be concerned for your welfare and sanity if it was any more than that.

Oh, yeah, I wouldn't want to be an old maid at twenty like you -- what the fuck, by the way? Who gave you and Abbacchio permission to be so young and so old at the same time?

[It's a SERIOUS PROBLEM.]

What are you talking about?

[No, really. What are you talking about, Izabel?]

If you guys would act your age for once, then I wouldn't have to look like a big dummy in front of Abbacchio! A little dummy, sure, but I can handle that!

[Submit to this pouting.]

But nah, you guys just have to act like old men. I thought you guys were closer to thirty than twenty!

[He should probably take offense to that because way to age him, jeez. (You know, like he doesn't do that to himself without any help.) But as with most things to do with Izabel, this is largely endearing.]

Thirty is old to you?

[uhhh hmn.]

-- you know, it's complicated? Like, I'm eternally youthful, but boy, if I wasn't...

[Age is weird.]

It's older, anyway. Like, it's not an age I'd consider to be a kid, but twenty, yeah.

[Bruno chuckles softly.]

It's been a while since anyone has called me a kid, [directly or otherwise,] but I suppose I see your point.

Yeah. I don't suppose they do.

[It makes her so sad.]

You might get it more if you actually acted your age every once in a while. I mean, hey, Giorno owns Italia but it doesn't stop him from being a teenager!

[Do the thing!!!]

And what would count as acting my age according to you?

[Lots of really depressing and un-Bruno-like things, tbh.]

Uh. Going out with friends to places like concerts or movies... Going out, like dates. Whining a little.

...Well I can tell you what doesn't count! Having your life together totally doesn't count!

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