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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?

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[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.

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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.

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

You were cute. Both of you.

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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.

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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.]

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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.]

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[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.

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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.

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[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.

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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.

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[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.]

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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.

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[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.

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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--"

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[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.

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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--"

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

Hush!

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[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?

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[Bruno buries his face back in Polnareff's neck for a moment with a small put-upon sound. He's tired enough that this is a struggle, but he's still smiling.]

You think just because it's your birthday... [There was more to that sentence, but it's lost. Gone forever. Bruno lifts his head.] Don't.

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You're lucky you're so cute.

[And that Polnareff is so helpless to the whims of his boyfriend. With a heavy sigh he sets him down gently on the bed, wrinkling his nose as he does. He follows right after, slipping to lie between his legs, resting his chin on his stomach.]

Don't go to sleep yet. That's what I want for my birthday.

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Mm?

[In the back of his mind, Bruno recognizes that could be interpreted about a hundred different ways. He thinks to clarify, but it doesn't quite manage to happen when he somewhat forgets what that was supposed to act as a stand-in for anyway.]

Okay, [he agrees, and is at least aware what he's agreeing to. Even if his commitment to it might be edging towards questionable at this point because now that he's on the bed, it won't be long before keeping his eyes open requires simply too much active effort.] You're cute.

[A belated correction.]

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[Bruno surely means what he says, but he's also not known for staying up late, so Polnareff doesn't have much hope beyond another twenty minutes. Still, you can do a lot in twenty minutes. You can watch your boyfriend slowly lose coherency and have fun with the resulting conversation. You can hear him call you cute, his voice just a touch firm, which is even cuter (and thus makes him the de facto winner of this cuteness contest).]

Am I?

[He slides his hand idly over his skin, palm flat against his chest, until he can feel the steady thud of his heart.]

Guess that makes us a pretty set pair, huh?

[A beat, and then:]

About how much are you actually listening right now, hm?

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I'm listening.

[How dare you accuse him otherwise, Polnareff?? Honestly... Just let him enjoy your warm hand on his skin instead of slandering him like this. You're being rude.]

[Some of that might have made it out of Bruno's mouth normally, but all his carefully laid arguments are gone now. They'll be back tomorrow.]

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Ahh, good.

[He hooks his fingers along the collar of Bruno's sweater. His sweater, actually, which means it's big enough that he can slide his hand in easily, fingers tracing along his collarbone and up his neck.

His boyfriend is so sleepy, and that means his guard is down. Hmm . . .]

Did you really never think about kissing your Stand?

[Priorities.]