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[silvercrusader]

[He groans softly, utterly shocked and disappointed by this answer.]

Cruel!

[And not unexpected, so he's smiling after a moment. Grinning, actually, and his grip around Bruno's hips tighten. There's no escaping now, boyo.]

Hey. Don't think I didn't notice you tried to avoid the topic on my original Stand question.

[risorto]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Yet despite his continued avoidance of the subject, there's zero likelihood that he's going to make any attempt to get away. If anything, he just cuddles in closer, wrapping his arms a little tighter around his neck.]

[silvercrusader]

Oh, no? I'll restate it for you, then: how many-- and this can be a rough guess, lover mine-- how many Stand users do you think get busy with their Stands?

[He says it so earnestly, his blue eyes wide as he stares up at him.]

Busy defined as any kind of sexy activity. Could just be kissing. I mean--

[He gestures towards Chariot, still floating around.]

I definitely would have practiced kissing on him when I was thirteen if I could've. But he's not exactly built for it. Now, Sticky Fingers, on the other hand-- you got him about thirteen, didn't you?

[risorto]

[Bruno crinkles his nose. He had a feeling that was the real question underneath the first question.]

I didn't make out with my Stand, Jean...

[silvercrusader]

It's a sin to lie to your boyfriend, you know.

[risorto]

[Bruno shakes his head a little.]

I don't think of Sticky Fingers the way you do Chariot.

[silvercrusader]

I wonder about that sometimes.

[They're definitely talking about this again. Not Sticky Fingers, but in general, because this is a topic he's going to discuss in-depth with him sometime. But it can wait for another few minutes. Bruno, maybe, needs to be half asleep for this to work.

Anyway. This is more interesting right now.]

I use Chariot for everything. I used to use him more when it was just me keeping house, though. Way easier to clean and cook and all that shit when you've got an extra set of hands. And Chariot . . . he's me, through and through. I mean, he really is, I know I say he, but he's as good as I am. But you . . . you don't think about Sticky Fingers like that. Right?

[risorto]

[Bruno nods a little.]

I didn't get him until I was twelve years old, and I only ever really used him for missions. [Starting off small with stealing at first (which Polnareff experienced), but then quickly escalating to murder and disposing of the evidence one he got the hang of controlling him. Sticky Fingers was far more efficient than any knife.] Sticky Fingers is a tool and weapon to me. That's the way Stands are to most of Passione. We don't have them out unless it's necessary.

[silvercrusader]

That's so weird.

[He doesn't mean it badly. Just that it's strange, that's all, to be so alienated from your Stand. Polnareff leans forward, nosing against his chest, and adds (slightly muffled):]

You remember what he was like when I was a kid. Imagine that, but even more. He used to mimic my movements exactly.

[risorto]

[Bruno curls up just a little more in Polnareff's lap.]

You were cute. Both of you.

[silvercrusader]

Now you know the big secret: your boyfriend used to have buckteeth.

[He offers it with a smile.]

There's not a memory I have that doesn't come with him attached.

[risorto]

Mm, that must be nice.

[Not that Bruno feels particularly like he missed out in being without Sticky Fingers for more years than he was without. After all, the arrival of Sticky Fingers marked the beginning and the end of important parts of Bruno's life. But it's also hard to miss something you never knew or had.]

[silvercrusader]

Yeah.

[He pulls back to smile up at him.]

You thought we were cute?

[Pami, Chariot offers quietly, as pleased by the compliment as his user.]

[risorto]

[Normally it would have just been a brief glance in Chariot's direction, but warm laziness is already settling in. Bruno's eyes drift over slowly to Chariot instead.]

Well, Chariot was at least. [He looks back at Polnareff eventually, one corner of his mouth turning up into a lazy, teasing grin.] You were already a bit of a shit by then.

[silvercrusader]

Fuck you, I called you handsome! And you stole from me, you little brat, don't act like it was the other way around!

[Ah. That's a lazy smile right there, which usually means Bruno's already tired. Well, it is midnight; he'd been surprised he'd been up at all. Soon, then, he'll bring them both back to bed, but not just yet. ]

I compared you to a knight, whereas you, you little bastard, wouldn't shut up with calling me nonno, so be grateful I'm not dumping you off my lap right here and now.

[risorto]

[It doesn't take much into Polnareff's protest before Bruno's reduced to a fit of laughter. It starts off silent at first, but soon Bruno's burying his face in Polnareff's neck for volume control. He shakes his head a little, holding onto Polnareff tighter and pressing himself into him a little firmer.]

No, don't. [It's almost a small whine amid the laughter.] I like it here. It's warm.

[silvercrusader]

Don't, he says, after insulting me. Don't, don't-- you deserve it, you little brat--

[He kisses the side of his head firmly, his fingers tight around his hips. Then it's one arm tight around his waist, the other firmly beneath him, as Polnareff stands. Really, it's easy to pick Bruno up; the guy doesn't weigh too too much.]

C'mon. Cute as you falling asleep on me is, I'd actually like to lie in a bed for my birthday.

[risorto]

[It's difficult to say whether that is a hum of acceptance or protest when Bruno kisses Polnareff's neck chastely. He nuzzles him a little before letting his eyes fall closed.]

I can still walk.

[A lot of mixed messages happening here.]

[silvercrusader]

I know you can, darling, but isn't this more fun?

[Like hell he can still walk. Shamble around and bump into walls, maybe. They go up the stairs slowly, Polnareff rubbing one hand over his back. A beat, and he grins.]

Remember the first time we met? I got stuck to you, and we had to climb the stairs? Shame we weren't together then, those twelve hours would've been way easier.

[risorto]

[Bruno hums his agreement, still with a lazy smile.]

It wasn't that bad. [A beat and then he grins a little wider.] Well, once you stopped being such a huge baby about Sticky Fingers, it wasn't. Now I'm used to you being melodramatic.

[silvercrusader]

You put a hole in my stomach, don't pretend it was something normal.

[He hoists him up as he says it, underlining his point. A beat, and then, in his best attempt at an Italian accent:]

"Oh, buon giorno, my name is Bruno, let me just open a hole in your stomach, oh, why are you reacting like that, it's just a hole in your body, ohh, you look so sexy when you react like any normal person would--"

[risorto]

[Bruno opens his eyes, sitting up a little, and smacks Polnareff's chest. It isn't hard enough to really hurt, but not something that should or could be entirely ignored either.]

Vaffanculo, [he says, settling back against Polnareff.] I do not sound like that. I've never met a single Italian that sounds like that.

[silvercrusader]

Those are some pretty brave words from a man being carried! This is the nice way to get you to bed, Bruno, I could just throw you over my shoulder.

[He glances down, regarding him. A moment, and then:]

Anyway, you're right. Definitely should've rolled my R's more if I wanted to sound like you. "My name is-a Brrrrruno--"

[risorto]

[He starts laughing again and tries to cover Polnareff's mouth.]

Hush!

[silvercrusader]

[He kisses his fingers, grinning broadly as he does. They're sleeping in Bruno's room tonight, apparently, as he turns the corner and nudges the door open.]

Bossy, bossy Bruno-- what's the magic word so you get put down nice, bossy?