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bruno buccellati ([personal profile] risorto) wrote2016-08-13 12:15 am
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[personal profile] unholey 2016-10-26 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Fugo has a problem. He's agreed to figure out something to do with Giorno after the party. It'd a date. The whole night is a date. Or it might be two dates. He's not exactly sure of the protocol here, if it's just one long date or two shorter ones. Because here is a fact: Fugo has only the vaguest ideas of what counts as a date between two actual people. He doesn't want to think back and rely on movies that Mista's made him watch, mostly because they seem fake and also because he's not good at being funny on purpose. The point is that despite promising he'd figure something out, he doesn't have any idea where to start.

There's no way in hell he's asking Polnareff for advice. Period. The thought of asking Kakyoin makes him want to bury his face in a pillow. He has no idea how to navigate this sort of conversation with Suzie, even though she's offered excellent advice in the past. Which leaves one person as the natural choice: quiet, even-tempered Bruno Buccellati. Pros: he's had boyfriends before and has gone out on dates. Cons: he knows Giorno and will know what's up immediately.]


Buccellati? Do you have a moment? I'd like to ask you something.

[He still. Absolutely does not want to do this in person. Or even in the same house. This message will come to Bruno in the afternoon, when he is supposedly practicing piano in the theater.]
unholey: (NO ☠ and I'm damned if I don't)

[personal profile] unholey 2016-10-26 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ugggh. [In real, actual life, Fugo doesn't respond immediately. He covers his face with his hands from where he's sitting in a dusty theater seat, knees pulled up most of the way to his chest. He can't back down now. He's started the conversation. He's thought about all the ways he can broach it and has found one that he's... sort of satisfied with.]

When two people go on an outing. Together. What sort of things do they do?

[He regrets the message as his thumb moves down to make the final button press to send it off. But it's too late now. Off it goes.]
unholey: (TWITCHY ☠ so shake him off)

[personal profile] unholey 2016-10-26 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nnnnnnoooooo, why can't they both just pretend this isn't about him and about some nebulous hypothetical absolutely-not-Fugo person. They're clever enough. They're polite enough. They could make this happen.

So Fugo hems. He haws. He deliberates over what he wants to say. He doesn't want to lie. But he also doesn't really want to be plain about it either, because it is extremely, extremely embarrassing. He knows what he's talking about. Bruno clearly knows what he's talking about and would be able to spot a lie about it a mile away. Eventually, Fugo just... sort of gives up and starts rambling. It's a little easier over text, which is why he chose this medium.]


Ok. Fine. Yes.

Giorno invited me to that costume party tomorrow night. And said that we could leave early. And then I said I'd figure out something that wasn't going and taking inventory at the music shop because while yes I am very concerned about the state of affairs in that store even I know you don't take someone out cleaning after going to a party. Except I'm not sure what to suggest because I don't ... have much contextual knowledge.

About outings of that nature.


[It's not an outing. It's a date. Noun. Secondary definition: "A social or romantic appointment or engagement."]
unholey: (FILES ☠ but now I'll)

[personal profile] unholey 2016-10-29 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's sort of awful that Bruno's being this blunt and matter-of-fact about it. But so much more than that, the bluntness cuts through the worst of Fugo's anxiety; it pulls in the opposite direction of the ball of worry that he's wound together in his chest, gently untangling his nerves. Fugo bites absently at a hangnail and reads through the message several times. Each time he does, it gets a little less embarrassing and Bruno's genuine good advice helps him to feel a bit better.]

I was thinking of doing something at home. Or playing something for him or with him at the theater. Because even if we're leaving early from the party, it would still be dark. So something like a walk might not be the best idea considering the monsters that might be out in the park or on the way to the beach. I can't believe that monsters are a legitimate concern I have to keep in mind when planning this, that's ridiculous.

Anyway. You're ... right, I think, about a lot of that. ... most of the things I've thought of are things we do together anyway and I don't

You're especially correct about the second point. I've been worried a lot about that.
unholey: (TWITCHY ☠ so shake him off)

[personal profile] unholey 2016-10-31 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
If JP puts together that something is happening between then and now and/or during the event I think I am going to scream. Note: probably not out loud, but at least in my head.

[God, he doesn't want to deal with that. Talking with Bruno is not as uncomfortable as he thought it was going to be but that does not mean he has the energy to... he doesn't know. Properly respond to Polnareff being happy and excited about something that he's not even sure how to define. He and Giorno are something. That something is good, but he doesn't even know what to call it.]

Not thrilling is ... you're probably right about the party. That it's going to take a lot of my energy and will hopefully use up some of Giorno's. So not thrilling is probably not just fine, but for the best.

Thank you.
[There's a brief pause, and then:] For both your offer to distract JP and talking with me about it. My head feels a little clearer.
unholey: (FILES ☠ but now I'll)

[personal profile] unholey 2016-11-01 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[And it never will, Bruno promises. Fugo's heart tightens to read even this small, offhand reminder. It's true, he knows. Bruno means it when he says it. Fugo swipes at the corners of his eyes with the heel of his hand.]

I know it's repetitious, but ... thank you, again. For always being there.

[Even when he wasn't, even when the things that are worrying him are as silly as but what am I supposed to do on a date. Bruno has never, ever made him feel foolish for worrying. Even when Fugo has felt that his concerns were frivolous and pointless, Bruno has responded to them with care, respect, and understanding.]

I'll make an effort not to worry about, at the very least, JP. If anyone can keep him in line it's you.