[...This is getting to be an unusual trend lately, this business of snatching his hat off of his head as one facet of a conspiracy to surprise him.
(It's sort of funny; it still makes him think of N'doul sometimes, just idly — you managed to knock my hat off, he'd offered, like there was a compliment disguised in the exasperation. N'doul preoccupies his thoughts a lot when he's around Giorno, he's starting to notice, because he can never quite decide if Giorno would take his existence as a comfort or as a horror, what he would think about words like he had honor, I sort of liked him, what he would do with the knowledge that there were people who followed Dio out of respect and admiration and who called him a savior alongside their fear.)
Suffice to say, though, his hair's not looking much for the better with the hat snatched off; it's rumpled and a little fluffy, like he'd washed it earlier before replacing his hat (which he had), so the curls are matted in places and askew in all directions, and with no more brim in place to hide part of his face, the narrowing of his brows is a lot more pronounced.]
...You're not getting away with wearing my hat, too.
[He complains, but the telling point is in the fact that his crabbiness never manages to reach Star's own demeanor, because the Stand in question is already preoccupied with handing up the pudding as bidden and licking his mighty lips to get some of the excess mess off.]
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[...This is getting to be an unusual trend lately, this business of snatching his hat off of his head as one facet of a conspiracy to surprise him.
(It's sort of funny; it still makes him think of N'doul sometimes, just idly — you managed to knock my hat off, he'd offered, like there was a compliment disguised in the exasperation. N'doul preoccupies his thoughts a lot when he's around Giorno, he's starting to notice, because he can never quite decide if Giorno would take his existence as a comfort or as a horror, what he would think about words like he had honor, I sort of liked him, what he would do with the knowledge that there were people who followed Dio out of respect and admiration and who called him a savior alongside their fear.)
Suffice to say, though, his hair's not looking much for the better with the hat snatched off; it's rumpled and a little fluffy, like he'd washed it earlier before replacing his hat (which he had), so the curls are matted in places and askew in all directions, and with no more brim in place to hide part of his face, the narrowing of his brows is a lot more pronounced.]
...You're not getting away with wearing my hat, too.
[He complains, but the telling point is in the fact that his crabbiness never manages to reach Star's own demeanor, because the Stand in question is already preoccupied with handing up the pudding as bidden and licking his mighty lips to get some of the excess mess off.]