[ They spend a little more time cheering Jolyne up (not that Johnny would ever admit to that), but eventually the night gets late enough that everyone retreats to their own rooms. Johnny goes through the motions of getting ready for bed a little slower than usual, kind of turning thoughts over in his head as he strips out of his shoes and clothes. Every so often he glances up to watch Gyro move around the room, though he hesitates each time before he can comment, not sure what he wants to be saying.
It's not until he's actually in his bunk that he manages something, turning his head to look over at Gyro even as he stays laid out on his back ]
[ Gyro keeping odd hours isn't necessarily a new development, so he isn't exactly quiet as he rustles around their apartment, picking at their odds and end and taking note of their inventory, things they should keep and things they can part with during an emergency. Johnny's slept through objectively worse rackets than this, so he looks just a little surprised when he's called over; he'd assumed that the kid'd fallen asleep a while ago.
But, well. He has no reason to refuse. Off he goes, standing next to Johnny's bed when he reaches it to crane forward, one hand braced against the frame of the top bunk. ]
Yeah? What's up. Don't tell me you need a lullaby.
[ He has no idea where this is going for a while— something about being lonely? something about what he's going to do when he eventually goes back 'home'?— and then it hits.
Okay, cue him looking just as awkward for a split second. ]
A 'thing'? What, like... a relationship or something?
i'm pretty sure she would be, if you gave her half an actual opening!
[ Crosses his arms and stares stubbornly up at the bottom of Gyro's bunk. This isn't comfortable at all, without a pillow, but he's made this figurative bed and he's damn well gonna lie in it ]
[ I mean okay, it's basically jealousy, but jealousy honestly sounds way too shallow for how he feels about this, not that he'd really know how to express that ]
Yeah, well, what do they say in your country again? "If the boot fits"?
[ It's "if the shoe fits", close enough. Pardon him as he leans in and tries to get a good look at Johnny's face to assess his reaction, Gyro would probably be reaching for a wrist to check his pulse if that weren't so weird. ]
[ roll onto his side again, not wanting to be looked at. He can feel the hot prick of tears at the corner of his eyes and he hates that, but between whatever NOT JEALOUSY feelings he's having and feeling like he's being repremanded make it hard to fight ]
[ Johnny Joestar you look at Gyro right this second
The rolling prompts Gyro to...lift his hands in some sort of surrender, as though he doesn't want to press the issue because he's not entirely sure how much he can press without making this weird, or awkward, or ruining whatever...this is, whatever they have. But then that "whatever" hits, and Gyro knows what that "whatever" means, because Johnny Joestar is really damn good at saying and doing two different things.
So. A hand goes on that shoulder, shakes it a little. ]
For someone who doesn't give a shit, you're really sticking your nose into this business.
[ He doesn't want to, not like this--but then, if want he wants is Gyro's attention then he definitely doesn't want to give him more reasons to pull away, like for instance ignoring him.
So he rolls back over with a small huff, though he glares, only a little watery ]
[ And God, there's a long stretch of silence here that's probably all-too-awkward to be a comfortable lull in conversation; one of those long pauses Gyro takes before he makes a purposely obtuse comment or waves whatever he wanted to say away altogether.
Once he decides he's done saying nothing, he casually sweeps his hair back over his shoulder, leans in...
...and plants a quick kiss to the corner of Johnny's mouth. ]
[ Johnny drums his fingers against the wooden railing of the fence he's leaned against, watching the reflection of the late-afternoon sun on the waves and trying his best to pay as little attention as possible to the noise pollution he's surrounded by -- the shrieking of children and seagulls alike, the general chatter of the crowd of tourists -- and wonders why he ever thought this was a good place to meet. True, the boardwalk is fun, if you like people, and public, and casual, and that's all a good atmosphere for a first date, a blind date--but at this rate he's going to be sweaty and tired and exhausted by the time his date even gets here.
He rolls his shoulders, trying to relax, and glances around--he thinks he's a pretty noticeable target, what with the bandana and the general star-spangled theme, but he supposes it can't hurt to also keep an eye out for his date... ]
[ this place is so noisy. and crowded. and gaudy. kakyoin resists the urge to grumble to himself as he edges through the throngs of people, casting about in search of his date. 'a star-patterned' bandanna is eyecatching in principle, but with this many people around, it takes kakyoin a few moments to finally spot his target and make his way towards the railing. he pauses briefly to make sure the long, thin white scarf that's supposed to identify him is neatly in place around his neck before calling out politely, ]
Excuse me.
[ shifting to make his way past a gaggle of tourists, kakyoin strides towards his date. but when he's a short distance away, his pace falters and his brows knit together. closer like this, he can make out the features of his date. striking and attractively arranged, certainly, but ... unmistakably male.
'i set you up on a blind date! a suuuuuper cute blonde!' was what he'd been told. he's going to kill polnareff when he gets home. ]
[ He reaches up to tug illustratively on his bandana as he gives his date a look up and down. Since he came prepared for a guy, he's at least not taken off guard by that, though he does give a little inward frown at how goddamn tall he is--though that's not anything he's not used to. ]
So... I don't know what you were expecting, but I might move us somewhere a little less..."this". You know, people say, "Pick somewhere fun", and I guess that's this, but not really for me. I figured that out while I was waiting. You missed it!
Haven
When: After after the Jojo Meeting, March 27
Where: housing block 9
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It's not until he's actually in his bunk that he manages something, turning his head to look over at Gyro even as he stays laid out on his back ]
Hey--come here..?
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But, well. He has no reason to refuse. Off he goes, standing next to Johnny's bed when he reaches it to crane forward, one hand braced against the frame of the top bunk. ]
Yeah? What's up. Don't tell me you need a lullaby.
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[ And he does actually scoot over on his bunk a little. Illustratively ]
You saying you'd tell me no?
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I wouldn't say no, but I'd tell you that I'm not your damn mom.
[ nudges! ]
Got something on your mind?
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Mom wasn't so damn chatty, of course you're not mom.
[ He's quiet for... a while, visibly fighting with himself over the words ]
So...is that gonna be a--thing I gotta worry about..? You-- ...You and Jolyne...?
[ Ugh, words. Ugh. Ugh! His mouth twists to even get them out. Ugh. ]
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Okay, cue him looking just as awkward for a split second. ]
A 'thing'? What, like... a relationship or something?
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I changed my mind, let's not talk about this!
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[ tries to take that pillow away from Johnny, yes sir he's talking to you!! ]
What, you think I'm just gonna start spending all my time making googly eyes at her? Is that it?
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It ain't your eyes I'm worried about!
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[ And he snatches the poor pillow right back, tossing it over his shoulder onto the floor. Rude as hell. ]
What are you worried about, then. Come on, out with it.
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I--don't wanna have to watch you make out all the time. Or--whatever! She ain't really shy, you know...
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What the hell, who do you think I am? What do you think I am, horny all the time?
[ He's offended. Slightly. He also feels some of that 'feelings-you're-not-supposed-to-feel-for-others', which is becoming a mounting problem... ]
—Listen up, I doubt she's actually into me that way.
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[ Crosses his arms and stares stubbornly up at the bottom of Gyro's bunk. This isn't comfortable at all, without a pillow, but he's made this figurative bed and he's damn well gonna lie in it ]
And it wouldn't have to be all the time.
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[ He's wading into dangerous territory, and he knows it— he frowns, fingers digging a little too insistently into the folds of Johnny's blankets. ]
...Don't tell me you're jealous.
[ he said it
he said the 'j' word ]
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[ I mean okay, it's basically jealousy, but jealousy honestly sounds way too shallow for how he feels about this, not that he'd really know how to express that ]
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[ It's "if the shoe fits", close enough. Pardon him as he leans in and tries to get a good look at Johnny's face to assess his reaction, Gyro would probably be reaching for a wrist to check his pulse if that weren't so weird. ]
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Shut up, whatever! I don't care what you do...
[ Yes you do Johnny Joestar you care a lot ]
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The rolling prompts Gyro to...lift his hands in some sort of surrender, as though he doesn't want to press the issue because he's not entirely sure how much he can press without making this weird, or awkward, or ruining whatever...this is, whatever they have. But then that "whatever" hits, and Gyro knows what that "whatever" means, because Johnny Joestar is really damn good at saying and doing two different things.
So. A hand goes on that shoulder, shakes it a little. ]
For someone who doesn't give a shit, you're really sticking your nose into this business.
—Yo, Johnny. Hey, look this way.
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So he rolls back over with a small huff, though he glares, only a little watery ]
I'm looking, what?
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Once he decides he's done saying nothing, he casually sweeps his hair back over his shoulder, leans in...
...and plants a quick kiss to the corner of Johnny's mouth. ]
That's what.
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What: Modern AU BLIND DATE AW YEAH
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He rolls his shoulders, trying to relax, and glances around--he thinks he's a pretty noticeable target, what with the bandana and the general star-spangled theme, but he supposes it can't hurt to also keep an eye out for his date... ]
sORRY this is a little late!
Excuse me.
[ shifting to make his way past a gaggle of tourists, kakyoin strides towards his date. but when he's a short distance away, his pace falters and his brows knit together. closer like this, he can make out the features of his date. striking and attractively arranged, certainly, but ... unmistakably male.
'i set you up on a blind date! a suuuuuper cute blonde!' was what he'd been told. he's going to kill polnareff when he gets home. ]
Ah ... you're here for a blind date, correct?
I AM ALSO THE CAPTAIN OF TIMELINESS
[ He reaches up to tug illustratively on his bandana as he gives his date a look up and down. Since he came prepared for a guy, he's at least not taken off guard by that, though he does give a little inward frown at how goddamn tall he is--though that's not anything he's not used to. ]
So... I don't know what you were expecting, but I might move us somewhere a little less..."this". You know, people say, "Pick somewhere fun", and I guess that's this, but not really for me. I figured that out while I was waiting. You missed it!