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Johnny Joestar ([personal profile] winatrophy) wrote2014-07-30 01:40 am
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rettangolo: (with nobody to love)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-07 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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Yeah? What's up. Don't tell me you need a lullaby.
rettangolo: (I know I got a bad reputation)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-12 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well. He sees that space and takes it, plops down right next to Johnny on the mattress. ]

I wouldn't say no, but I'd tell you that I'm not your damn mom.

[ nudges! ]

Got something on your mind?
rettangolo: (straight out the salon、 bitch)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-12 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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A 'thing'? What, like... a relationship or something?
rettangolo: (after all these long-ass verses)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-12 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, hey, hey... you brought it up first, now I'm just gonna wind up thinking about it!

[ 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?
rettangolo: (dutty wining 'round)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-12 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, that's because she's not bad on the eyes— give that here, dumbass.

[ 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.
rettangolo: (101.)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-12 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ no sleep for you right now, nerd!! ]

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.
rettangolo: (you gon' remember how to forget)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-12 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
So, what. You don't even want to see it another time? If it doesn't have to be "all the time".

[ 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
]
rettangolo: (on my wishlist)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-15 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
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. ]
rettangolo: (and you know it now)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-18 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.

—Yo, Johnny. Hey, look this way.
rettangolo: (you know ain't nobody perfect)

[personal profile] rettangolo 2015-05-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
]

That's what.

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splashdamage: (♦ 002)

sORRY this is a little late!

[personal profile] splashdamage 2015-08-22 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]


Ah ... you're here for a blind date, correct?