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[starmark]

. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.



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[starmark]

Tell me what the worst part is.

[A beat passes.]

Unless it's comparing yourself to Renato or something, because fuck that guy and his asshole name anyway.

[#NailedIt]

[silvercrusader]

No, fuck that. I'm better than some stupid sixteen year old brat any day.

[His confidence isn't that shaken, thank god. In fact-- Polnareff glances over, the start of a grin appearing.]

It's that no matter whose room this eventually happens in, we're gonna have to make sure we're quiet, cuz there's somebody next door.

[starmark]

Jesus. The hardware store better have soundproofing.

[He leans against Polnareff, a sideways shove delivered shoulder to shoulder.]

I bet you yell a lot, too. Yare yare.

[silvercrusader]

I don't yell. I just don't believe in censoring myself.

[After all, Jotaro and Kakyoin have been nothing but courteous this past half-year, which is honestly a miracle. The very least he can do is return the favor.]

Anyway, I'd rather bother you than Fugo. At least you don't look at one of us like we're your parents.

[starmark]

That's because I have parents here. Do it in the shooting range, it's made for dampening loud as hell noises.

[WHAT THE HELL KIND OF ADVICE IS THAT]

[silvercrusader]

[He absolutely files that away for later testing, so clearly it's good advice.]

If I can actually convince Bruno to come with me down there. That's the tricky part.

[starmark]

Pick him up and carry him down there.

[...]

Though I guess that's a lot easier when you can stop time and cheat at getting it done, huh.

[Now consider: a touchy subject and a bad joke though it may be. And yet.

Jotaro Kujo is trying to make a joke. About stopping time. An application of humor to the most horrifying force of terror in their shared existence.

He's doing his best.]

[silvercrusader]

[He doesn't get it at first, actually. He's still thinking of Kakyoin, and Jotaro grabbing Kakyoin in stopped time, which is a stupid idea to do to Kakyoin, but maybe they've--

Oh.

It doesn't exactly land, not like some of the jokes they share. Polnareff still feels that pull of fear and shame. But he offers a slight smile, a little strained but an attempt.]

Half the fun is in his reactions, though.

[starmark]

[He ducks his head, a nonverbal agreement to leave it alone from there, and leans a little more heavily against Polnareff feeling pleasantly raw around the edges — imperfect and vulnerable, and yet awkwardly content with the feeling despite its discomforts.]

Lure him down with a really long noodle of pasta?

[silvercrusader]

Is that what you do with Kakyoin and cherries?

[He leans back against him as his eyes close. He likes pressing against Jotaro. There's something comforting about the contact, whether it's like this or pressed up together in a bed.]

Anyway, he likes mushrooms too. I'll use those. Way easier than making pasta noodles every time I wanna jump him.

[starmark]

Making pasta noodles? You mean like boiling them out of a box?

[look at this uncultured heathen, what is he even doing with his life]

[silvercrusader]

No, no-- he makes them from scratch. Like, with flour and water and all that? He made me and this girl Lucy supper the other week, and he started doing it at three o'clock. And when I said, oh, I bought some pasta from the store, let's just use that and go back to making out, he gave me a Look.

[starmark]

...

You can make noodles from scratch?

I thought they just...came in packages.

[SOMEHOW]

[silvercrusader]

[...]

Did you think they were born there?

[starmark]

I DON'T SPEND A LOT OF TIME THINKING ABOUT NOODLES.

[Until now. Guess what's going to wake him up at 3 AM. GUESS.]

[silvercrusader]

Well, come downstairs some day when Bruno's making supper, you can watch the whole thing.

[To sum: we have one man here who's currently consumed with the thoughts of noodles and how they're made; another who's starting to pout a bit because he's remembering the time his boyfriend abandoned making out with him in favor of making supper.]

[starmark]

[who makes supper instead of out with polnareff

i mean both are spicy but there's a lot more instant gratification to the latter]

At three in the afternoon? I'll still be at the office, probably. Make him cook on my day off.

[silvercrusader]

Yeah, that'll go real well. Cucciolo, cook when Jotaro wants you to, that's an order.

[starmark]

So tell him to cook when you want to. And then just make when you want to at the right time for me, too.

[He says, with a nudge.]

...Is that what you call him?

[silvercrusader]

Yeah, we're disgusting like that. Mon chéri, caro mio, cucciolo mio, cicci, mon trésor, we have fun with it in French and Italian.

[starmark]

Well, I'll definitely never feel bad about being too sentimental ever again. I've got you two as a baseline.

Il mio piccolo squatina. Try that one sometime.

[silvercrusader]

My . . .

[God, why is everything in Italian not comparable to French.]

I'm not using it until you tell me what it means. Kakyoin burned me once on that with the whole bed thing, I'm not falling for it again. I mean, I trust you, but I kind of don't, mon mari.

[starmark]

It means "angelfish". Though it's really more like "angel-shark". Not the little brightly colored tropical fish, they're big and fanned-out like manta rays.

They're endangered, but really cool.

[silvercrusader]

[That . . . does sound kind of cool, actually. Huh.]

Are they actually sharkish? I dunno if I'll call him that, though, that's a little too much ocean for me.

[starmark]

They're predators. Ambush predators, actually, they hang out camouflaged places and wait for prey to swim past them, and then they jump it.

But they look like rays, you know —

[He sets his mug aside, then fans out his hands with the heels of them pressed together, imitating wings.]

Big fins, swooping movement through the water.