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I told you already. I don't sleep well in the evenings. And these surroundings are unfamiliar to me. I lived in Italy all my life; the change isn't helping.

1. So you're saying that the fish is dry in water.
2. He said he had followers. If they were as loyal as he'd implied you wouldn't have been able to leave the country alive, either. I'm well aware this is beyond the scope of the question, but it needs to be said.
3. Please.

4, 5: If there's one thing I learned from the very short encounter I've had with Dio, it's that the limits we impose on ourselves are often arbitrary and constructed. Now is a perfectly good time to lie to me. I wouldn't be able to tell otherwise.

I can't sleep. I will not sleep at a reasonable hour and I've never had. If you want the texting to stop, invite me over the club for cappucino and snacks.

1. It's not dry, it's neither. This is not a difficult concept to grasp. A fish submerged in water is simply in the water. The concept of being "wet" is relative to being "dry", which only happens in the open air and not within a body of water. Stop being difficult about this.

2. I beat a good deal of those followers into submission and told them never to come near me again. I'll do the same thing to any others who come at me.

I'm not going to lie to you even if I can because I'm not an asshole. I'm not going to answer personal questions over a text message, and you'll need to give me a reason to answer them in person.

1. But what if the fish has a Stand? [ checkmate, jotaro. ]

2. I see. And you've done this entire fight all by yourself? Or with a team?

Interesting. I find it funny that you've been honest all this time, or at least as much as you can without having to be compromise yourself, which is understandable. My only worry is whether or not that kind of practice is sustainable at all.

Bonus question:

6. You can only rescue one from each option. Which do you save?
a) A child or an adult
b) A stranger or your dog
c) Your child or your spouse
d) Your spouse or your grandfather
e) Your entire family or an entire city
g) A citizen or an imPort
h) Me or you.

1. Stop.
2. A team.

[As for Giorno's other question, it comes as a text. One that he regrets sending after hitting the button.]

In order:

Child.
Stranger.
Child.
Spouse.
Family.
Citizen.
You.

1. Eventually it will happen.
2. Curiouser and curiouser.

Bonus question, in order:

Child.
Stranger.
Neither.
Neither.
City.
Neither.
Me.

7. Can you keep a secret?

1. I hate that you're right.

And yes I can. Better question is if you trust me to keep it.

When I find a Fish user, I will call you. Just so we can settle this once and for all.

Lastly, I am not my father, but I am not kind. I can trust you to keep this. You've already made your choice between me and you; we'll see if you'll have to make good with that promise in the future.

Anyway. Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a city who was slowly dying. He rescued another friend of his from death, and his friend said, if you want to stop us from dying, you have to become a king beyond kings.

So the boy did. Along the way, he made a lot of friends and learned how to trust people, but he never forgot what he swore to. Plenty of people died anyway. Nevertheless, of the friends that he'd kept throughout his time, some of them survived to serve in court, where they remain happy, alive, and well, though his hands are bloodied and bound to the methods which have kept them alive and have kept the city alive. There is only so much one can do for a dying city, and anyway, some people never had the choice to live normal, happy lives. Some people chose not to at all.

Anyway, the moral of the story is this:

You do not get to choose who saves you.
You do not get to choose who dies.

Remember that for question #6 when the time comes and you have to ask yourself, is it me or him.

It's 3 AM. I hope you're in the club, otherwise my presence will be wasted on the security cameras and I'll be a criminal breaking in the premises.

Have the cappucino ready.

[...Good grief.]

I'm here. Go through the front and ask for me. I'll let them know you're expected.

[What he won't say is that he will also instruct them to keep a close eye on Giorno. Make sure he doesn't try anything funny. Not out of distrust, but caution. Giorno isn't technically allowed inside without supervision at his age, so Jotaro will need to be the one filling that role.]

[And, a minute afterward:]

If the possibility of a choice exists, even if the probability is considered impossible, I will always fight for that choice.

[And, if he can choose, he will always pick an innocent life over his own. What people think of that is irrelevant to him - he made up his mind long ago.]

Noted. So, then, in this manner, there will be no surprises between us at all.

[ he makes it really easy to care about him. and that's the worrying part.

on the other hand ... if a man as callous and inhumane as his father lost to someone like jotaro, then there's hope yet. ]

[ he goes to the club. he goes through the front and not the side of the building at a makeshift entrance and asks for jotaro kujo. he is lead to where jotaro was. the bar is a little quiet now, with only a few guests remaining at this hour; most of them were leaving or are gone. giorno enters it with his hands in his pockets, looking at the last few stragglers with a fond smile. he is more or less wide awake; there's no signs of sleep for this kid yet.

he had been with passione for a little over a month and giorno doesn't know what regular sleep is anymore. it's difficult to do so when the habits that kept you alive in your previous life has little to no purpose in being maintained here. people have been nice to him since he's arrived; some even have treated him as a celebrity, though given recent events he's told the reception is a lot more muted than before. that's fine. it's still bizarre by giorno's standards; the only thing normal to him was how dio's and jotaro's interactions had been with him.

giorno sits where he'd sat previously, having decided that this is his spot now, apparently. ]

I need a mirror for my room, to put near the doorway. [ giorno says this casually, illustrating with his hands where the door is, where the doorway is, and where the mirror will be. ] It'll be easier to greet visitors as they come.

Edited 2017-09-07 08:35 (UTC)

[ 3am is a dead period, even in Maurtia Falls. The live music has been over for hours now, kitchen is closed for the night and the usually busy lounge now a ghost town. Operations officially close at 4am, but last call is at 2am and alcohol officially stops being sold thirty minutes after. Anyone still here is either finishing up or not yet ready to depart. People aren't typically allowed in at this point in the night, but Giorno has obviously been given exception.

Jotaro himself trades his usual cloistering in his office for the bar, both out of convenience and because he doesn't really leave his space during the evening. Only time he ventures out is to listening to the music and then he retreats right back to bury himself in the work. The lounge has always been imPort owned, but he leaves the day to day operations to his native staff who have a far better sense of how to manage a business than he does.

Still even out of the office, Jotaro is reading over a contract to be presented to any new acts for the rest of the year, glass of water as he combs over the fine details. He'd rather read research articles than this, so he's happy to tear his eyes away when he notices Giorno coming from the periphery. He nods to the host, an older stout man, in thanks before he turns to depart back to the front. For once he actually isn't wearing a trench coat, looking presentable in a black suit vest ensemble with a white collared shirt, but he does have his usual black cap on. ]

You should really be asleep. [ As Giorno may come to learn, Jotaro doesn't do casual conversation well. ] The school year is just beginning, don't you plan to attend?

[ It's more a rhetorical question - he has a feeling Giorno is not the type to get enthralled by school. ]

Is it already?

[ 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?

[ He really should take that board down. Only his employees use it, during the particularly slower nights, and it's in a spot where no one can easily spot it. He entertains their whims because he doesn't care so much, but he wonders if the ritzy image of the club is lessened by it. Well, they're good not to use it when things are actually busy and Giorno's ability isn't shabby.

Then the dove appears and he scowls almost immediately, small semblance of a good mood souring. What sort of ability just lets him turn a dart into an animal? ]

No. Get rid of it. [ The pen loosely in his grip is put down, the contract he was reading over completely disregarded now. ] Giorno, why are you here, middle of the night, and not asleep?

[He hates to think it, but he knows Giorno is already in contact with Dio. Could he have met with him early and is here now? It would make sense when Dio can't be out during the day.]

Why? It's not doing anything.

[ and in fact, the pigeon coos on the counter, and then settles on giorno's fingers, rubbing its head on its wings as it preens. giorno rubs its forehead gently, holding it like a magician. it pecks on his fingers, and giorno is careful with it, afraid to let it be crushed in his hands ...

at a flick of a wrist it turns into a scorpion, tail curled up as it scuttles across his hand. ]

I'm here because I can't sleep and I need company, and I haven't found the kind to replace the one I've got back home, who also wouldn't let me sleep.

You need to pay attention more. [ he says it without scolding him, though, just matter-of-fact. pay attention to ... any number of things. his words, the stories he tells, things he doesn't say. ]

[...Interesting. Scorpions and birds are far apart in the kingdoms, so can he just turn anything into an animal? ...Is it only limited to animals - he did create that tree when he first encountered him. Organic life in general perhaps?]

You're too young to be up so late. [Teenagers are such a pain. Even he didn't stay up so late into the night, and he was considered a bad one by most.] Fine. You can stay until we shutter for the night. That's three hours from now. But, you can't drop by ungodly hours like this again. No later than midnight next time.

[ the scorpion scuttles across the counter. giorno looks at it and for a brief moment, intends to tell him another moral, but the truth is that he's also tired and the past few days - hours, really - have been overwhelming, to say the least. the scorpion makes a back an forth trek from the counter, to his left hand, to his right hand again before it turns back into a dart, and giorno is now playing with its point. ]

His Stand is strong, fast, and precise. On top of that, he can stop time.

He said that it is dubious he had any sort of humanity to begin with. [ "he challenges me when it comes to protecting my own," giorno wanted to say, but that feels like a confession - a child's confession - and so he swallows the words back down like bile. ]

I told him my name and he doesn't recognize me at all - understandable. I am not seeking him out to reclaim whatever feelings I had about family at all. There is a reason why I said, in the first place, that I never asked for an ordinary life to begin with.

We drank wine.

I am his student now. [ there you go. ] No later than midnight - and he is strictly nocturnal.

Unless you can promise me that there will no longer be any fights, at all, where you and him are involved - which you can't, and you already established you don't like lying to begin with - dropping by ungodly hours is exactly what our relationship is going to be.

...Good grief.

[There's a lot he can say to that. Giorno doesn't know, for instance, that his Star Platnium is not much different from The World. That his claim of lacking humanity is of zero surprise, and shouldn't be to anyone. That being his "student" is absolutely stupid, and if Jotaro didn't know any better he would tell Giorno to leave just based on that alone. Maybe he doesn't know better, but he wants to believe Giorno is being upfront with him because he doesn't have some sinister ulterior motive. That he isn't being watched or stalked, the way he felt many times since Cairo.

So, he says "good grief" instead, to capture all of that, and takes a sip of his water before responding.]

You're choosing a schedule that revolves around him, and he doesn't even know you're his son. That's unbelievably sad. ["Sad" being a relative term. In reference to Dio, it's another way to say "pathetic." In reference to Giorno, it's synonymous with "pitiable."] Dio wakes up when the sun goes down, but I'm awake as early as 4pm some days. It doesn't need to be here that we meet, if you're really looking for someone to vent to.

[Because, that whole spew? Sounded a lot like frustrated venting to Jotaro.]

Do you have a better idea of letting me get close to him in a way that he will approve of? Tyrants listen to flattery. Beyond that, a good tyrant values ambition and challenges. Jotaro, he doesn't even believe that he died. But you and I both know that he did.

There is no guarantee that he will not find resources or friends within this world which will allow him to negate your efforts before I was born. I am powerful, but .... [ what to do. right now his father can certainly pummel him in the five seconds that the world can move. and beyond that .... he had just met him. not to mention as far as he's concerned jotaro is a civilian involved in his affairs even if jotaro doesn't perceive himself as such. what a conundrum. ]

And I didn't choose this schedule just because of him - I am used to this schedule. Back home, work forces me to keep odd hours, otherwise someone will die. I don't want your pity. [ he heard that in your tone. ]

But thank you. It's better to have a neutral place to meet at, probably. And preferably not my place. Last time I let someone into my room, he went away from Naples in fear, saying that he has to inform his Japanese friends. His name was Hirose Koichi, I believe.

[That's... not a name he thought he would hear, and his features are thankfully restrained enough to not visibly react. At least not his expression. His pinky finger slightly twitches, the only tell that he may know the name Giorno uttered. Why Koichi was in Naples, and how he come across Giorno, is something he doesn't dare ask. However if "Japanese friends" were involved, he has an awful suspicion that he had something to do with it.]

...Of course he doesn't believe he died. [He says with a venom in his words, reserved only when Dio becomes the topic of direct conversation.] No, rather, it could be that he hasn't "experienced" it yet.

I understand your reasons though. You want to keep an eye on him. Fine. However, you must be absolutely certain he never learns the truth of who you are to him. [He takes his glass and circles his hands around it, letting fingertips touch in the hold.] Dio is a monster who only cares about himself. He won't see you as his son, only as his enemy. ...You may come across a time where you'll need to fight him. If that happens, you can't hold yourself back. He won't do that for you.

[ pity. giorno, obviously, was keenly watching him, had wanted to see if the name would draw a reaction from him he can latch onto, like a bloodhound. as it stands, he leaves jotaro alone on that.

... maybe he's not so different from his father, after all. ]

He left Naples safely. [ that's all he'll say on that.

as for his warnings, well - ]

I highly doubt he'd quietly just accept me to be his student; he kept asking me if I wanted money, power, or revenge. He is suspicious, and rightfully so. And even if he finds out I were his son, provided he doesn't receive information as to who I really am, the damages incurred wouldn't be too bad for me.

How many deaths, or near-deaths, does someone need to experience before death becomes final to them?

I know that one day I might have to fight him. It'll probably be over something irreconcilable. Am I capable of killing him? Maybe. Probably. I won't be happy over it, but I didn't choose strength in order to be happy. I wanted to be powerful because I wanted to achieve my dreams. And I did. But that was before I got here. Now a different approach is required.

[ anything else, well. it's good that jotaro's here too.

the dart is now a rose. he places it on the counter. ] Let's play something.

[...What a bothersome, yet dangerous, child. Giorno is definitely his father's son. The only difference, and significant one it is, may be that Giorno doesn't seem interested in only taking things away from the world. He breathes life into something without any - there's something good in that. Jotaro has to believe in that. That Giorno is as much a Joestar as he is a Brando. If that's the case, then there's hope yet.]

A game? [He questions, hands leaving the glass and crossing against the counter.] What do you have in mind?

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