[Oh, that's a good distraction. He was about to object to little one, but yes, he can be persuaded to talk about himself when he's older. If he must.]
Yeah!
[He offers Bruno a brilliant, buck-toothed grin.]
I'm gonna be a fencer! Or a football player, maybe, I dunno which yet. Or baseball, I like baseball too. But whatever I do, I'm gonna definitely be really strong when I do it! Me and Chariot both!
[Pami, Chariot offers, and flexes a skinny arm for Sticky Fingers' inspection.]
[Oh. Well. Sticky Fingers gives the skinny arm a small, gentle squeeze. He does well to feign surprise at how strong he obviously is (not). Very nice, little Stand. Very nice.]
[Bruno looks from Sticky Fingers and Chariot back to Polnareff.]
Just don't forget to do well in school while you're playing all those sports, hm? A strong mind's just as important.
I'm sure that's true, but what if you were to get famous one day for playing sports? Would you really want to tell the kids who look up to you not to bother with school at all?
[He whines wordlessly, an expression of frustration and irritation that might not have come so quickly were it not dawn. Jean shoves himself back against Bruno, mashing his cheek against his chest, his eyes closing. Finally:]
[Bruno knows better than to laugh right now, but boy is it hard not to at that dramatic response. He purses his lips, rubbing Polnareff's back a little.]
I'm glad to hear that. You were starting to make me worry there for a second.
[Mumbled out, and he squirms, pushing against Bruno's hand. That feels nice. Jean pulls back, just far enough that he can peer up at Bruno without dislodging his hand. Very gently he pats his cheek.]
Don't worry. I'm really good all the time, no matter what.
[Nope. There really wasn't anything to prepare Bruno for how sweet Polnareff is at this age. Not that he isn't sweet at 22, but there's something even more so at this age. Bruno smiles.]
[The important thing is that he tried his very best. Or at least close enough to it. Bruno's satisfied with the attempt anyway, and the promise even if he knows the not sleeping is definitely a lie.]
[Bruno pulls the blankets in the spot beside him back, scooting the pillow down some and gives him a small nudge to move there.]
[He falls onto the pillow, mashing his face against it with a satisfied nnn. It's a good pillow. It's a good bed, soft without being too soft, just the way he likes it. Jean yanks the blanket to his shoulders, his eyes already half-closed.]
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[An observation, not an objection.]
What's it mean?
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[Not an exact, literal translation, but that's the heart of what it means.]
But I won't be able to call you that forever, will I? You're going to be much bigger and stronger when you grow up, aren't you?
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Yeah!
[He offers Bruno a brilliant, buck-toothed grin.]
I'm gonna be a fencer! Or a football player, maybe, I dunno which yet. Or baseball, I like baseball too. But whatever I do, I'm gonna definitely be really strong when I do it! Me and Chariot both!
[Pami, Chariot offers, and flexes a skinny arm for Sticky Fingers' inspection.]
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[Bruno looks from Sticky Fingers and Chariot back to Polnareff.]
Just don't forget to do well in school while you're playing all those sports, hm? A strong mind's just as important.
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[Bruno. Don't be lame. Jean wrinkles his nose up at him.]
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I'll take that as a compliment. You wouldn't be the first person to say that.
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[But he's not so put out as all that, as he sticks out his tongue.]
I'm better at sports than school anyway.
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I guess not.
[But!]
That doesn't mean I have to do school, though. I can just lie to them.
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What if they didn't find out? Is that all right?
[It's a genuine question, clearly.]
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[It's a whine. Don't make him think, Bruno.]
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[Sorry, but there's no getting out of thinking, kiddo.]
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No, I guess not.
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I'm glad to hear that. You were starting to make me worry there for a second.
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[Mumbled out, and he squirms, pushing against Bruno's hand. That feels nice. Jean pulls back, just far enough that he can peer up at Bruno without dislodging his hand. Very gently he pats his cheek.]
Don't worry. I'm really good all the time, no matter what.
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Giurin giurello? Pinky swear?
[Bruno offers the pinky of his free hand.]
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[No, forget it. He can't with the odd sounds that make up Italian. Jean sighs heavily and offers his pinky, hooking it securely around.]
Yes. I swear and sh-- junk. I swear I'll always be good, all the time, forever.
[A beat, and then he offers a yawn, long and wide.]
Except now I want . . . I wanna lie down. I'm not going to sleep, I just . . . I wanna lie down for a while.
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[Bruno pulls the blankets in the spot beside him back, scooting the pillow down some and gives him a small nudge to move there.]
Here.
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Don't leave.
[At least: not while he's still awake.]
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I won't. Don't worry, patatino.
[Once he's settled, Bruno leans back some to rest on an elbow and rub Polnareff's back in slow circles.]
I'll stay right here.