[He falls silent for a long few seconds, focusing on his breathing. It's a steady pattern, soothing and calming, and he tries like hell to match his to it. It takes a while. His breathing is still ragged, but at least it's slowed.]
You would've liked Abdul. He's so-- he was so smart. Our first fight, I was under Dio's control. I was his slave-- did you know that? The fucker kept me slave for three months in Egypt, kept me brainwashed . . . anyway. My last mission was to kill Jotaro and the others, and so I fought my hardest, but it didn't matter. The guy kicked my ass and saved my life, and I just . . .
[No. He doesn't want to think about how little he'd repaid his friend. He just wants to talk about him, that's all, just tell Bruno about what a good person he is.]
He had a good sense of humor. You wouldn't know it from the first conversation, but he did. He was kind, too. Real kind. Smart, like I said. And-- god, but he was full of himself sometimes.
[That comes with a huff of laughter. Polnareff finally tips his head back, peering up at Bruno. He still wants those fingers in his hair, but he can at least look at his boyfriend. Brushing away the last of the tears, he smiles and says:]
Stupid bastard thought he knew everything about everything, and god forbid you argue with him or you'd be there all day. I mean, he wasn't wrong most of the time-- you could ask him about anything and he'd give you an answer. Food or culture or Stands or whatever, between him and Kakyoin I learned too much about everything.
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[He falls silent for a long few seconds, focusing on his breathing. It's a steady pattern, soothing and calming, and he tries like hell to match his to it. It takes a while. His breathing is still ragged, but at least it's slowed.]
You would've liked Abdul. He's so-- he was so smart. Our first fight, I was under Dio's control. I was his slave-- did you know that? The fucker kept me slave for three months in Egypt, kept me brainwashed . . . anyway. My last mission was to kill Jotaro and the others, and so I fought my hardest, but it didn't matter. The guy kicked my ass and saved my life, and I just . . .
[No. He doesn't want to think about how little he'd repaid his friend. He just wants to talk about him, that's all, just tell Bruno about what a good person he is.]
He had a good sense of humor. You wouldn't know it from the first conversation, but he did. He was kind, too. Real kind. Smart, like I said. And-- god, but he was full of himself sometimes.
[That comes with a huff of laughter. Polnareff finally tips his head back, peering up at Bruno. He still wants those fingers in his hair, but he can at least look at his boyfriend. Brushing away the last of the tears, he smiles and says:]
Stupid bastard thought he knew everything about everything, and god forbid you argue with him or you'd be there all day. I mean, he wasn't wrong most of the time-- you could ask him about anything and he'd give you an answer. Food or culture or Stands or whatever, between him and Kakyoin I learned too much about everything.