[You're not as old as you're supposed to be, Bruno. Seriously: Jean squints up at him, uncertain and unsure what to do with that. Eventually, he decides to ignore it, because there's no understanding old people sometimes.]
I had some candy. And then I tried to get some milk, except everything is too tall and he's not built for lifting me up.
[He meaning Chariot, who doesn't actually have a name yet. And this isn't interesting, but that stern look kind of was, so: he reaches out, nudging Bruno very carefully. It's not a kick, but it's definitely toeing the line.]
[It's not enough to lose the foot literally, but Bruno puts his hand over it to keep it still.]
Who isn't? Your Stand?
[Christ. It isn't like Bruno is unaware that Polnareff had Chariot for the entirety of his life, and that there was a time when that was true of the majority of Stand users, but it's one thing to know it and another to be confronted with it like this.]
[And out comes Chariot. Chariot in minature, all big head and wide eyes and skinny body, perfectly reflecting his master's current state. His rapier is no better than the rest of him: it's not even particularly sharp. Which is good, because Chariot's not being particularly careful as he flits around Polnareff-- but oh! Oh, there's someone else here, another person who can see him. He gives a little shout of joy ("Pa-miii!") and flies over to inspect Bruno.]
[Instantly, Bruno covers his mouth when Chariot makes an appearance as he has the feeling that any declaration that Chariot is cute as hell is not going to be well-received. But God, he was not prepared for that. The pami or his size and proportions.]
[After a second or two that he needs to regroup, he nods. Sticky Fingers appears beside the bed and Bruno lowers his hand.]
[Sticky Fingers, he adds in a murmur to himself. Polnareff scoots forward, eying the Stand from tip to toe. A far more important question, then:]
Where's his eyes? [It's like a dam bursting, then:] Does he say anything? Hierophant didn't say anything. Is that his armor or a shirt? Can you unzip his shirt? He can take off his armor, but we didn't know until last year--
[Before Bruno can even answer one or a second question, there's a small flurry of them. So, Bruno doesn't bother with trying and just tries to wait it out until finally he holds up a hand.]
One question at a time, patatino, [he says, lowering his hand.]
He lets me open things, and take things apart or put them back together again. He doesn't have eyes, and he doesn't talk and hold conversations like some of the other Stands I know. Actually, he rarely makes noise, but if he does, it's like yours once in a great while. The only thing I can take off him with our ability is parts of his body if I need to extend my range, for example.
[...Bruno hopes that was all of his questions, and does a quick mental tally to be sure he got them all.]
[Fortunately, it takes Polnareff just as long to make sure all his questions were answered. No eyes, only a little talking-- but oh, hang on:]
He doesn't talk once in a great while. He talks all the time, he never shuts up.
[Pami, Chariot growls in agreement. The little Stand flies over to Sticky Fingers, observing him instead. Him and his no eyes, what the hell. Polnareff's fingers twitch, and Chariot reaches up, both hands resting against Sticky Fingers' cheeks.]
[Sticky Fingers doesn't have eyes, but that doesn't mean he's inattentive. In Sticky Fingers' own way, he's watchful of the smaller Stand flitting about him. Of course, once Chariot's hands are on Sticky Fingers' cheeks, Bruno feels the mirrored touch of small hands on his own. One of his hands gets about halfway up to touching his cheek before he redirects it to rub at the back of his neck.]
[He's not used to that. Or rather, he stopped being used to it. Izabel had always insisted and wanted to touch Stands since for the longest time they were all she could touch. But people simply didn't touch Sticky Fingers back home, or if they did, it wasn't a curious or gentle touch.]
I'm sure he just doesn't want you to feel lonely. Besides, [he says with a gentle smile, giving Polnareff's foot a small shake,] you're not exactly quiet yourself. I don't know why you'd expect your Stand to be quiet.
[That's even more of a lie than it usually is. Chariot, ever responding to Jean's emotions, echoes that with an emphatic little "Pami!", though he hasn't torn his gaze from Sticky Fingers yet.
There's no visible reaction from the Stand, and so, after a moment, he slides his hands upwards. His fingers aren't prying, exactly, but Jean hasn't given up on the idea that the top of his head might be a hat. So: gently pushing at that edge, trying to see if anything happens.]
[Never has a more convincing argument ever been made, especially with the help of Chariot. That certainly settles that.]
[Unfortunately the evidence is stacked against him as far as Sticky Fingers is concerned. The edge gives nothing when pushed, though Sticky Fingers now moves to gently remove small hands from his face. That's enough of that.]
Ari. But like I said, he's usually completely silent.
[Oh, well, okay. Chariot can't fight against that grip, but he's not particularly interested in doing so. He ducks his head and floats off the bed, determined to see as much of Sticky Fingers as he can.]
Why?
[Jean scoots over to the right, trying to see Sticky Fingers as well. He's just as trapped by Bruno's grip on his foot as Chariot is by Sticky Fingers' hands, but whatever, he can scoot.]
I don't know, [Bruno says, letting go of Polnareff's foot though not of Polnareff entirely.]
[Instead of holding onto his foot, he picks Polnareff up to move him into his lap where he can see Sticky Fingers, but isn't about to potentially go careening over the edge of the bed. Sticky Fingers somewhat mirrors this by letting go of one of Chariot's wrists.]
I guess because I've always been quiet, he is, too.
[Oh, that's a way to live your life, he supposes. Jean wiggles from his new seat, content to stay put now that he can see what he wants to see. Sticky Fingers has apparently got a bit of a theme going on with the zippers. It's not as good as Chariot's armor, but it's certainly interesting.
Chariot, meanwhile, takes advantage of his freed hand. He reaches for one of the zippers on Sticky Fingers' right hand, tugging curiously at it. Like, is it functional? Does it unzip? Only experimentation will let him find out.]
[Sorry, Chariot. The pull on the slider can be moved up and down, but the slider itself isn't going to budge on the teeth at all. Sticky Fingers looks down at where Chariot's tugging relatively impassively. Bruno, on the other hand (no pun intended), rubs at the back of his right hand because that's weird sensation.]
Mm... He doesn't exactly talk on command or respond like yours does.
[He keeps tugging: not roughly or too firmly, but with the quiet determination of a child who's going to see this to the end. He flips the slider once or twice too, because that's mildly interesting.]
Can you try?
[Jean tips his head up, trying to meet Bruno's gaze. Please, Bruno.]
[At this point, Bruno would shake his hand out, but he knows it won't do anything to get rid of the sensation. So, he just lets his hand rest back in his lap next to Polnareff. Sticky Fingers looks (or would be if he had eyes) between Chariot and his hand for a moment. He looks in Bruno's direction who gives him a small nod before he lets go of Chariot's other wrist to let the zipper be semi-functional with a touch from his left hand. At the same time, Bruno moves his right hand behind his back by casually leaning onto it, slipping it underneath the pillow. Now when Chariot gives it a small tug, it will unzip a small amount.]
[The matching one on Bruno's hand is kept out of sight as he shrugs a shoulder.]
[The minute exchange is entirely lost on Jean, but the result absolutely isn't. Chariot finally manages to unzip Sticky Fingers' zipper, and both Stand and user gasp in delight. "Pami!" Chariot chirps, and Jean turns, beaming up at Bruno.]
Look!
[He scrambles forward, poking at the little space created by the zipper. A beat, and then, over his shoulder:]
What do you like? Chariot talks when I'm happy, so maybe if I can make you happy, I can make him talk. [A moment for thought, and then:] Do you like . . . [What the fuck do adults like.] . . . chocolate?
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[The response is surprising given the way Polnareff as an adult first reacted to Sticky Fingers' ability. Then again, that first time had been using Sticky Fingers more or less on Polnareff directly and had been on a human body rather than on his Stand's body. Those are all fairly important variables, but then again, he might just be too excited at the existence of other Stands to be all that fussed about what might otherwise be unnerving.]
[Sticky Fingers remains still while Polnareff and Chariot fuss over the hole in his hand though.]
I don't really care for sweets, [Bruno says with a small shake of his head.]
[Chariot pokes at the hole, his finger venturing further in. There's a noticeable uncertainty in his next pami, but Jean's expression hasn't changed from its initial delight.]
Is it . . . [What does his mother like?] Books? Or . . . . fishing?
[Sticky Fingers takes back his hand, removing any fingers from the hole and zips it back up. The zipper itself returns back to normal and won't budge any longer.]
Sometimes when we're fighting. But I'm not about to pick a fight.
[It's a joke, sort of, and then again it's sort of not. Chariot is the most superior Stand by far; Sticky Fingers doesn't even have a sword. So they could totally beat him. Chariot echoes that semi-joking with a playful little shove to Sticky Fingers' shoulder.]
[Bruno has to put in solid effort to avoid laughing at his and Chariot's following enthusiasm.]
Oh no, I don't think that'd be a good idea, [Bruno says with a small shake of his head.] A fight like that would be over before it started. Sticky Fingers and I wouldn't last.
[Sticky Fingers put a hand on Chariot's big head, shaking it a little in lieu of the Stand not having hair to ruffle.]
[Good, this guy definitely knows just how fierce Jean and Chariot are. Pami, Chariot tells Sticky Fingers, and flies back, flourishing his sword. Look how fierce he is! How brave! How utterly uncoordinated he is compared to his older self! There's none of the usual grace and precision Chariot wields his rapier with; this is a child with a toy, trying to look as cool as possible.
With a smug little smile Jean settles back, leaning heavily against Bruno. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, but he's been up for hours, all right, he's tired. Not so tired as to sleep yet, but . . . he'll just lean against Bruno for a bit. There's a blessed moment of silence, and then:]
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I had some candy. And then I tried to get some milk, except everything is too tall and he's not built for lifting me up.
[He meaning Chariot, who doesn't actually have a name yet. And this isn't interesting, but that stern look kind of was, so: he reaches out, nudging Bruno very carefully. It's not a kick, but it's definitely toeing the line.]
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Who isn't? Your Stand?
[Christ. It isn't like Bruno is unaware that Polnareff had Chariot for the entirety of his life, and that there was a time when that was true of the majority of Stand users, but it's one thing to know it and another to be confronted with it like this.]
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[And out comes Chariot. Chariot in minature, all big head and wide eyes and skinny body, perfectly reflecting his master's current state. His rapier is no better than the rest of him: it's not even particularly sharp. Which is good, because Chariot's not being particularly careful as he flits around Polnareff-- but oh! Oh, there's someone else here, another person who can see him. He gives a little shout of joy ("Pa-miii!") and flies over to inspect Bruno.]
You got one too?
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[After a second or two that he needs to regroup, he nods. Sticky Fingers appears beside the bed and Bruno lowers his hand.]
This is Sticky Fingers.
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[Sticky Fingers, he adds in a murmur to himself. Polnareff scoots forward, eying the Stand from tip to toe. A far more important question, then:]
Where's his eyes? [It's like a dam bursting, then:] Does he say anything? Hierophant didn't say anything. Is that his armor or a shirt? Can you unzip his shirt? He can take off his armor, but we didn't know until last year--
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One question at a time, patatino, [he says, lowering his hand.]
He lets me open things, and take things apart or put them back together again. He doesn't have eyes, and he doesn't talk and hold conversations like some of the other Stands I know. Actually, he rarely makes noise, but if he does, it's like yours once in a great while. The only thing I can take off him with our ability is parts of his body if I need to extend my range, for example.
[...Bruno hopes that was all of his questions, and does a quick mental tally to be sure he got them all.]
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He doesn't talk once in a great while. He talks all the time, he never shuts up.
[Pami, Chariot growls in agreement. The little Stand flies over to Sticky Fingers, observing him instead. Him and his no eyes, what the hell. Polnareff's fingers twitch, and Chariot reaches up, both hands resting against Sticky Fingers' cheeks.]
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[He's not used to that. Or rather, he stopped being used to it. Izabel had always insisted and wanted to touch Stands since for the longest time they were all she could touch. But people simply didn't touch Sticky Fingers back home, or if they did, it wasn't a curious or gentle touch.]
I'm sure he just doesn't want you to feel lonely. Besides, [he says with a gentle smile, giving Polnareff's foot a small shake,] you're not exactly quiet yourself. I don't know why you'd expect your Stand to be quiet.
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[That's even more of a lie than it usually is. Chariot, ever responding to Jean's emotions, echoes that with an emphatic little "Pami!", though he hasn't torn his gaze from Sticky Fingers yet.
There's no visible reaction from the Stand, and so, after a moment, he slides his hands upwards. His fingers aren't prying, exactly, but Jean hasn't given up on the idea that the top of his head might be a hat. So: gently pushing at that edge, trying to see if anything happens.]
What does Sticky Fingers say?
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[Unfortunately the evidence is stacked against him as far as Sticky Fingers is concerned. The edge gives nothing when pushed, though Sticky Fingers now moves to gently remove small hands from his face. That's enough of that.]
Ari. But like I said, he's usually completely silent.
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Why?
[Jean scoots over to the right, trying to see Sticky Fingers as well. He's just as trapped by Bruno's grip on his foot as Chariot is by Sticky Fingers' hands, but whatever, he can scoot.]
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[Instead of holding onto his foot, he picks Polnareff up to move him into his lap where he can see Sticky Fingers, but isn't about to potentially go careening over the edge of the bed. Sticky Fingers somewhat mirrors this by letting go of one of Chariot's wrists.]
I guess because I've always been quiet, he is, too.
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[Oh, that's a way to live your life, he supposes. Jean wiggles from his new seat, content to stay put now that he can see what he wants to see. Sticky Fingers has apparently got a bit of a theme going on with the zippers. It's not as good as Chariot's armor, but it's certainly interesting.
Chariot, meanwhile, takes advantage of his freed hand. He reaches for one of the zippers on Sticky Fingers' right hand, tugging curiously at it. Like, is it functional? Does it unzip? Only experimentation will let him find out.]
Can I hear him?
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Mm... He doesn't exactly talk on command or respond like yours does.
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Can you try?
[Jean tips his head up, trying to meet Bruno's gaze. Please, Bruno.]
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[The matching one on Bruno's hand is kept out of sight as he shrugs a shoulder.]
You might have better luck than me.
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Look!
[He scrambles forward, poking at the little space created by the zipper. A beat, and then, over his shoulder:]
What do you like? Chariot talks when I'm happy, so maybe if I can make you happy, I can make him talk. [A moment for thought, and then:] Do you like . . . [What the fuck do adults like.] . . . chocolate?
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[Sticky Fingers remains still while Polnareff and Chariot fuss over the hole in his hand though.]
I don't really care for sweets, [Bruno says with a small shake of his head.]
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[Chariot pokes at the hole, his finger venturing further in. There's a noticeable uncertainty in his next pami, but Jean's expression hasn't changed from its initial delight.]
Is it . . . [What does his mother like?] Books? Or . . . . fishing?
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Mm, yeah, I like both of those things. I grew up next to the ocean, you know.
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[He says it idly as he kicks up one foot, trying to find it beneath the enormous t-shirt.]
But we can't do those things here . . . well, we could read, but I don't want to.
[Jean twists, glancing back up at Bruno, as Silver Chariot peers at Sticky Fingers.]
When does he usually say it?
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Sometimes when we're fighting. But I'm not about to pick a fight.
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We could fight you.
[It's a joke, sort of, and then again it's sort of not. Chariot is the most superior Stand by far; Sticky Fingers doesn't even have a sword. So they could totally beat him. Chariot echoes that semi-joking with a playful little shove to Sticky Fingers' shoulder.]
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Oh no, I don't think that'd be a good idea, [Bruno says with a small shake of his head.] A fight like that would be over before it started. Sticky Fingers and I wouldn't last.
[Sticky Fingers put a hand on Chariot's big head, shaking it a little in lieu of the Stand not having hair to ruffle.]
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[Good, this guy definitely knows just how fierce Jean and Chariot are. Pami, Chariot tells Sticky Fingers, and flies back, flourishing his sword. Look how fierce he is! How brave! How utterly uncoordinated he is compared to his older self! There's none of the usual grace and precision Chariot wields his rapier with; this is a child with a toy, trying to look as cool as possible.
With a smug little smile Jean settles back, leaning heavily against Bruno. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, but he's been up for hours, all right, he's tired. Not so tired as to sleep yet, but . . . he'll just lean against Bruno for a bit. There's a blessed moment of silence, and then:]
Have you fought before, you and him?
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