[ what's a school, jotaro. what's its purpose. giorno goes to the far end of the bar where there's a dart-board set up and starts playing with the darts. his aim isn't terrible, but it's decent nonetheless.
it's three in the morning. giorno thinks that if he tires himself enough he won't have dreams. that's a pretty good goal all things considered. he's not pointing out, out of some grudging respect to jotaro, the fact that he'd promised not to coddle him like he has any right to do so. the man accommodates his last-minute requests, that's a lot more than what he deserves, really.
while jotaro is bad at casual conversations, giorno is good at something else: dodging the truth where he finds it convenient like he's in the matrix. ]
The mirror, by the way, needs to be a certain height and width, and angled at a certain way so that by the time the door opens, one can immediately identify the guest. Gives me a few seconds to discern their outfit, which is also always interesting. What people carry with themselves in general is a matter of interest, don't you agree?
[ this monologue is punctured by giorno throwing darts. the last one he throws turns into a dove; it settles on the counter, hopping and pecking at the surface. giorno coaxes it to his hand. ] Do you have some breadcrumbs?
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[ what's a school, jotaro. what's its purpose. giorno goes to the far end of the bar where there's a dart-board set up and starts playing with the darts. his aim isn't terrible, but it's decent nonetheless.
it's three in the morning. giorno thinks that if he tires himself enough he won't have dreams. that's a pretty good goal all things considered. he's not pointing out, out of some grudging respect to jotaro, the fact that he'd promised not to coddle him like he has any right to do so. the man accommodates his last-minute requests, that's a lot more than what he deserves, really.
while jotaro is bad at casual conversations, giorno is good at something else: dodging the truth where he finds it convenient like he's in the matrix. ]
The mirror, by the way, needs to be a certain height and width, and angled at a certain way so that by the time the door opens, one can immediately identify the guest. Gives me a few seconds to discern their outfit, which is also always interesting. What people carry with themselves in general is a matter of interest, don't you agree?
[ this monologue is punctured by giorno throwing darts. the last one he throws turns into a dove; it settles on the counter, hopping and pecking at the surface. giorno coaxes it to his hand. ] Do you have some breadcrumbs?