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. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.
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. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.
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what the hell is wrong with you
oh my god
jotaro why the fuck would you go swimming with jolie while it was out there
WHY WOULD YOU LET ME GO SWIMMING EVER
oh my god
jotaro why the fuck would you go swimming with jolie while it was out there
WHY WOULD YOU LET ME GO SWIMMING EVER
that doesn't mean i want to go swimming with MORE dangerous shit
the second i climbed out of the sea i did not say oh let's find some sharks jotaro i want to go swim with them
why the hell is it afraid of us
what could we possibly do to it
did you SEE it see it??
the second i climbed out of the sea i did not say oh let's find some sharks jotaro i want to go swim with them
why the hell is it afraid of us
what could we possibly do to it
did you SEE it see it??
no but i guess it used to live under the city
except that then something bothered it and it got out
so then its owner moved it to the open sea and that's where it lives now
its owner is one of those people who oversees this place like that girl chari except not her specifically
except that then something bothered it and it got out
so then its owner moved it to the open sea and that's where it lives now
its owner is one of those people who oversees this place like that girl chari except not her specifically
well i'm glad its out there at least
im surprised you havent built a boat and gone to find it yet
im surprised you havent built a boat and gone to find it yet
well if youre ever bored lets build a boat
i bet we could do it easy with chariot and star
jolie can meet her not-relatives
i bet we could do it easy with chariot and star
jolie can meet her not-relatives
[There had been confrontations, and exhaustion, and tears, and he'd told Giorno and Jotaro (and by extension, everyone else, because this wasn't a secret and he hadn't wanted to say it again) about what he'd done to Sherry, and now--
Now comes afterward.
There are nightmares every night, but that's to be expected. They'd happened every night when he'd first come here, fresh off of killing Dio, before slowing tapering off. Surely the same will happen this time. But knowing that doesn't help-- not when he wakes up in terror and grief every night, sobbing and begging for someone who won't ever come back, the afterimages of a bloody Sherry caught firmly in his mind's eye.
So he doesn't go to sleep some nights. He doesn't wander-- he knows better than to do that, knows he'll just wander off out of the city again-- but he keeps himself busy. He tries making earrings like Kakyoin taught him, and he throws himself into baking shit for the household at four in the morning, and he smokes too much and reads too much and does just about anything to stop himself from sleeping. He can't do it every night, but god, he wishes he could.
Tonight's one of those nights. He'd been coming back upstairs to his room when Jotaro had caught him. God only knows if he'd been up already or if he's learning to listen for Polnareff's heavy footsteps. It doesn't matter. He's grateful for the company, and more grateful still when Jotaro grabs his guitar and comes after him, closing the door between them.
They won't talk about it. They could, maybe, maybe it'd be healthy-- but he's so tired of thinking of Sherry. Better to just listen to Jotaro talk and strum out chords. Better to just be, rather than desperately cling to the past.]
Now comes afterward.
There are nightmares every night, but that's to be expected. They'd happened every night when he'd first come here, fresh off of killing Dio, before slowing tapering off. Surely the same will happen this time. But knowing that doesn't help-- not when he wakes up in terror and grief every night, sobbing and begging for someone who won't ever come back, the afterimages of a bloody Sherry caught firmly in his mind's eye.
So he doesn't go to sleep some nights. He doesn't wander-- he knows better than to do that, knows he'll just wander off out of the city again-- but he keeps himself busy. He tries making earrings like Kakyoin taught him, and he throws himself into baking shit for the household at four in the morning, and he smokes too much and reads too much and does just about anything to stop himself from sleeping. He can't do it every night, but god, he wishes he could.
Tonight's one of those nights. He'd been coming back upstairs to his room when Jotaro had caught him. God only knows if he'd been up already or if he's learning to listen for Polnareff's heavy footsteps. It doesn't matter. He's grateful for the company, and more grateful still when Jotaro grabs his guitar and comes after him, closing the door between them.
They won't talk about it. They could, maybe, maybe it'd be healthy-- but he's so tired of thinking of Sherry. Better to just listen to Jotaro talk and strum out chords. Better to just be, rather than desperately cling to the past.]
[He's been doing this a lot lately, this habit of bringing his guitar with him when he knows he's going to be sitting and idling in thought for a long time. He doesn't know why it's so habitual, but it is. He likes it, anyway, because it gives him something to do with his hands, something to occupy them that isn't just idle fidgeting, and the music isn't bad to listen to either, when it comes to trying to soothe the savage breast and all that.
That's how Polnareff's emotions have seemed these past days: savage. He's grieving for a dead girl he's already had to grieve for once. This time he'd been forced to step into the shoes of her killer instead of being her savior and her knight. He can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like, grappling with that; he's tried to imagine, once or twice, something on the same scale, and every time he's attempted it the empathy has chilled him to the bone.
It hurts to see him like this. It always hurts to see someone he cares about like this, exhausted and miserable and hovering on the edge of hopelessness. He's seen too many of the people he cares about like this, and every time he's felt compelled to try to carry them until they were able to stand to walk forward again on their own. This time is no different. This time it's Polnareff.
So he gets Polnareff on the bed and sits down on the floor with his back against the side of the mattress, picking at the opening notes of Mad World as he tries to think about what he's supposed to do or say instead of just the obvious.]
...Only the acoustic tonight. Last time I used my electric after dark, it woke up the whole house.
That's how Polnareff's emotions have seemed these past days: savage. He's grieving for a dead girl he's already had to grieve for once. This time he'd been forced to step into the shoes of her killer instead of being her savior and her knight. He can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like, grappling with that; he's tried to imagine, once or twice, something on the same scale, and every time he's attempted it the empathy has chilled him to the bone.
It hurts to see him like this. It always hurts to see someone he cares about like this, exhausted and miserable and hovering on the edge of hopelessness. He's seen too many of the people he cares about like this, and every time he's felt compelled to try to carry them until they were able to stand to walk forward again on their own. This time is no different. This time it's Polnareff.
So he gets Polnareff on the bed and sits down on the floor with his back against the side of the mattress, picking at the opening notes of Mad World as he tries to think about what he's supposed to do or say instead of just the obvious.]
...Only the acoustic tonight. Last time I used my electric after dark, it woke up the whole house.
[But that's the thing: it doesn't matter what Jotaro says or does, just so long as it isn't about Sherry. It's the same as it had been with Kakyoin and his stupid geology facts. Even the familiar notes on the guitar, melancholy though they are, help.
He lies on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, listening not only to the guitar but the steady sound of Jotaro's breathing. He doesn't know why he likes that noise. It's not anything recent; he liked it even when the nightmares were about Dio, he's liked it even when they were all in the desert together. Maybe because it's steady, and even, and doesn't change.
It's nice to have something stable.]
Ahh, well. Can't have that, not in this house. One wrong move and suddenly you've got-- y'know-- people unzipping junk and turning your stuff into animals and fuckin emeralds nailing you right between the eyes.
[A beat, and then:]
I think Bruno's is the one I'd hate most. To happen to me, I mean. I'm not saying Kakyoin and Giorno aren't deadly, but Sticky Fingers freaks me out.
[There's something off about the statement, a note of flatness that creeps in despite his best efforts.]
He lies on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, listening not only to the guitar but the steady sound of Jotaro's breathing. He doesn't know why he likes that noise. It's not anything recent; he liked it even when the nightmares were about Dio, he's liked it even when they were all in the desert together. Maybe because it's steady, and even, and doesn't change.
It's nice to have something stable.]
Ahh, well. Can't have that, not in this house. One wrong move and suddenly you've got-- y'know-- people unzipping junk and turning your stuff into animals and fuckin emeralds nailing you right between the eyes.
[A beat, and then:]
I think Bruno's is the one I'd hate most. To happen to me, I mean. I'm not saying Kakyoin and Giorno aren't deadly, but Sticky Fingers freaks me out.
[There's something off about the statement, a note of flatness that creeps in despite his best efforts.]
Getting unzipped, you mean?
[One of the strings twangs as he plucks it a little too hard, then has to let it sit and fade away in the still quiet of the room before he's ready to resume his playing again.
Strange how it's like a call and response. Something wrong in Polnareff's words, something flubbed in his strings. Strange.]
Why does it freak you out? What part of it, is what I meant.
[One of the strings twangs as he plucks it a little too hard, then has to let it sit and fade away in the still quiet of the room before he's ready to resume his playing again.
Strange how it's like a call and response. Something wrong in Polnareff's words, something flubbed in his strings. Strange.]
Why does it freak you out? What part of it, is what I meant.
Mm. I think . . . we were stuck together. Face to face, you know? So he tried to get us apart by unzipping us, right here--
[With his left hand he traces along his stomach, from hip to rib.]
Didn't work. There was just this hole between us, all empty, and I kept expecting to see-- I don't know. Whatever.
[My own guts, but that's too bloody a thought for right now.]
So. Freaky. At least Kakyoin just throws emeralds at you.
[With his left hand he traces along his stomach, from hip to rib.]
Didn't work. There was just this hole between us, all empty, and I kept expecting to see-- I don't know. Whatever.
[My own guts, but that's too bloody a thought for right now.]
So. Freaky. At least Kakyoin just throws emeralds at you.
You stuck to him, too?
[He glances up and behind him, craning his neck so that even with the brim of his hat in the way, Polnareff can see him stick out his tongue in obvious provocation.]
You didn't tell me you were going around getting stuck to everybody but me. Now I feel left out.
[He glances up and behind him, craning his neck so that even with the brim of his hat in the way, Polnareff can see him stick out his tongue in obvious provocation.]
You didn't tell me you were going around getting stuck to everybody but me. Now I feel left out.
[He huffs a laugh, and it's not false. He reaches out, tapping at the brim of his head, pushing it over his eyes.]
Is it the sticking or the fact it was everyone but you that you're upset about?
Is it the sticking or the fact it was everyone but you that you're upset about?
I'm just making sure. I can't let it happen again-- don't mess up my work, keep your hat down--
[He swats right back, tugging down low on Jotaro's hat-- and now he's smiling properly, half sitting up in order to get a better grip.]
[He swats right back, tugging down low on Jotaro's hat-- and now he's smiling properly, half sitting up in order to get a better grip.]
What work, you bastard, cut that out!
[SAVE HIM. THIS IS HAT BETRAYAL. And yet he's still only smacking ineffectually, rather than anything more severe, as though this were a slapfight between children in the backseat of a car and not...well, whatever this is.]
[SAVE HIM. THIS IS HAT BETRAYAL. And yet he's still only smacking ineffectually, rather than anything more severe, as though this were a slapfight between children in the backseat of a car and not...well, whatever this is.]
[FINE, and he just yanks, snatching the hat and shoving it on his own head. At least it doesn't have to combat all the stiff gel he usually wears; his hair hangs around his face, because hair care has been the last thing on his mind.]
How do you even keep this on, there's no back--
How do you even keep this on, there's no back--
[BETRAYAL. HAT THEFT. EVEN THE OCEAN ITSELF WAS UNABLE TO UN-HAT HIM AND YET HERE WE ARE.]
Because it fits my head, don't bend it out of shape or I'll kick your ass!
[But. But. This Polnareff is so much better than the sad and despondent Polnareff of even just a few minutes ago; there are sparks of mischief threaded all through him.]
Yare yare. Should I go get my uniform, too? Next you'll be doing impressions of me.
Because it fits my head, don't bend it out of shape or I'll kick your ass!
[But. But. This Polnareff is so much better than the sad and despondent Polnareff of even just a few minutes ago; there are sparks of mischief threaded all through him.]
Yare yare. Should I go get my uniform, too? Next you'll be doing impressions of me.
It's a hat. It's head shaped. How the hell am I gonna put it out of place?
[Although he's not jamming it on his head, so it's probably safe to be worn after tonight.]
It's summer, Jotaro, if I put on your uniform I'll probably suffocate to death.
[And it's easier to keep going like this, to pretend nothing is wrong and they're bullshitting like always, so:]
Do you guys have a summer uniform or's June in Japan a test of how long students can go without fainting?
[Although he's not jamming it on his head, so it's probably safe to be worn after tonight.]
It's summer, Jotaro, if I put on your uniform I'll probably suffocate to death.
[And it's easier to keep going like this, to pretend nothing is wrong and they're bullshitting like always, so:]
Do you guys have a summer uniform or's June in Japan a test of how long students can go without fainting?
Feh. The summer uniform is stupid.
[it probably involves wearing a tie. which would be stupid. unlike hooking a giant-ass chain onto the collar of your gakuran, which is of course the EPITOME OF COOL]
...Is it June already? Kakyoin's birthday is next month. I missed it last year but it's finally coming around again.
[it probably involves wearing a tie. which would be stupid. unlike hooking a giant-ass chain onto the collar of your gakuran, which is of course the EPITOME OF COOL]
...Is it June already? Kakyoin's birthday is next month. I missed it last year but it's finally coming around again.
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