OPEN SEASON 2.

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[autotelism]

[ in response he flicks his hand mostly in giorno's direction, dismissive. ]

If it's a problem of secrecy, I won't include any details about structure or operations. I'm more interested in the mood, the interplay of characters... how do your subordinates treat you? Your rivals? Yakuza, their attitude is different. I need Italian criminals for this.

[midblock]

[ that's true. tsukishima takes a moment before replying, half because he is thinking about it and half because bokuto thinking things through fully with reason is a little surprising.

(even tsukishima knows that's a mean thought, but bokuto-san is used to it, isn't he.) ]

Go ask at the desk. I'm going to look and see if they have any better replacement doors.

[ giving instructions to his senpai, oops. ]

[tropism]

Secrecy isn't an issue; at least, not with you. And the structure and operations of the Italian Mafia are ... well-documented, despite our best efforts to silence such well-meaning journalism. [ giorno leans forward, something a bit sharp and vicious entering his normally stoic facade as he talks about his own field. what is unsaid in the proceedings: you pose no threat to us. it is an assurance for rohan as it is for giorno, and it carries the weight of his trust as much as it carries a threat. that it has gone unsaid is his gift to him. ]

My problem is exposing you to threats that could potentially disrupt your quiet life here in Morioh. [ a concerned frown. he doesn't really know how rohan will take to his efforts protecting him this way; he is treating him with kid gloves and a glass case as he puts him on a high shelf, in his own way. ] I am not without my enemies, and sometimes they dare to move out of my web. This town has its own scars. I am aware of the Stand user with the ability to turn anything his Stand touches into a bomb - he is from this town, Rohan. You would not enjoy fifty or a hundred of him after yourself. Or the .... other Joestar in this town.

[ giorno is fairly sure he is giving a certain marine biologist some paranoic headaches by being here, after all, but he isn't coming here for business. only kishibe rohan would want him to come to morioh on business for the purpose of his art. it is a bit endearing, if a little alarming. ]

If you were nobody, this wouldn't be such a problem. [ he omits the part where even someone like koichi, who had barely known him before he was a boss, was also attacked, but then again rohan can probably wheedle those details out of him if he hasn't already. ] But you are Kishibe Rohan, and that is where the problem lies. [ a rather rueful smile. ] I can provide you a detailed account, if that's all you need, and I'm sure the others would also love to have you as a guest, but anything more than that .... you'll have to accept my rejection.

[horned_owl]

[Bokuto's whole attention is on the problem they have. And they have the problem because of him, so he's determined to fix it and not annoy Tsukishima even more in the process.]

Right! I'll be right back!

[He jogs off towards the desk to ask about the delivery. He's back after few minutes, carrying a "Welcome Home" hanging sign, owl shaped. Yeah, he can't resist.]

They said they do it, but that they will deliver it tomorrow because they are all booked today. [He holds up the sign-] Look what I found! Isn't it cute?

[midblock]

[ tsukishima manages to find another door that's almost identical, but slightly lighter in color and a bit cheaper. It'll be bokuto's purchase, but tsukishima doesn't want to make it worse since he thinks he's learned his lesson by now.

...but he hasn't learned about the owl thing, it seems. tsukishima looks at the sign and just sighs. ]

Give them this number to deliver. And put that back.

[ it is a little cute, though tsukishima wouldn't admit it. ]

[horned_owl]

[He will never learn about owl thing. Owl is his spirit animal, he can't fight it.]

Hey, hey, we can find crow one if you're jealous, [Bokuto grins and pokes Tsukishima's shoulder. He sighs and looks at the door welcome,] I guess I'll buy it next time.

[When he doesn't have to buy a fucking door. He returns to the salesman and gives him the number of the door they want, goes to cashier to pay and then returns to Tsukishima.]

All done. They'll come tomorrow to deliver it.

[midblock]

I don't really want a crow one either...

[ but as bokuto has put it back, tsukishima lets it go. he waits for bokuto to place the order before they set out. ]

Let's head home.

[horned_owl]

Home, home... [Bokuto says in sing song voice. He's back in his happy mood. The door will be replaced and they will have dinner now. Everything's good.

!!]

Hey! What do you say we go surprise visit Kuroo?! He should be playing at his uni right now! We have time to kill. [Also vollies! Maybe he'll be able to sneak in and slam a few against his all-time rival.]

[midblock]

What about dinner?

[ tsukishima wouldn't mind going to meet kuroo, but he's a bit tired, really, and bokuto only gets louder when in contact with the other senpai. ]

[horned_owl]

Oh? You're hungry? Yeah, let's go home then, that's more important.

[It's more important because Tsukishima doesn't expresses need for food very often. So when he does, it meas he's actually really hungry.

Or maybe he just wants the cake.]

[midblock]

We can hang out with him next weekend, as long as you don't break our new door.

[ hopefully. tsukishima nods as they get back on the bus.

...to be honest, he's pretty excited about that cake. ]

[horned_owl]

I promise, no more breaking the door! If I try, you are allowed to knock me out.

[Breaking stuff around the apartment deserves a good knock out. They aren't rich to replace stuff every time they break something.

...cake is always a good reason to go home.]

[midblock]

That's assuming I'd be able to knock you out, Bokuto-san.

[ on the bus, on their way back, tsukishima allows himself to relax enough to lean back in his seat and close his eyes for a few minutes. ]

[horned_owl]

Kuroo said it's easier to knock out a drunk person than sober.

[He wants to suggest to lock him up in the bathroom, but then he might break bathroom door. Bokuto turns silent when Tsukishima closes his eyes- maybe he wanted to nap or something. So Bokuto decided not to bug him.]

[midblock]

[ tsukishima hums and doesn't reply. he worries about bokuto passing out sometimes, to be honest. he stays quiet while the bus brings them home. by the time they're there tsukishima is starting to get a little weirded out by how quiet bokuto has been.

he'll cook him dinner. or at least heat up his leftovers for him. ]

[horned_owl]

[To be completely honest, Bokuto was spacing out. His brain was making a mental list of things he wants to do. Although, the list isn't too long. It's mostly volleyball with Kuroo (and Tsukishima if he manages to convince him) and how to explain to the landlord the door incident. He will surely notice bright new, shiny door.]

What do you wanna do when we come home?

[Tsukishima shouldn't think of how Bokuto isn't talking because he always jinxes it.]

[autotelism]

[ despite all the background and conciliatory action, it's a no, and rohan does not take no for an answer. ]

Of course that isn't all I need. I don't have to return to this town, so I won't have to bring any... residue back with me to Morioh. Kujo's dealt with worse, even if the Higashikata brat hasn't. Do you think I would give up on a lead because of risk of death?

[ poaching seashore, etc... ]

I'll handle it myself if you don't.

[midblock]

I thought we were just having dinner.

[ tsukishima is almost surprised when bokuto talks, but he probably shouldn't have been. ]

...and cake.

[ can't forget that part. ]

[specialization]

[it tells him more than Hisoka might think. nothing of use, nothing concrete to nail down and state this is certainty, but it's something to examine later. something to hold up to the light and peer through.]

It's alright. I'm not that jealous.

[because it's them, and it's Illumi, and the bond between those two was some strange thing that couldn't be named exactly. friendship was wrong, but they weren't together, and rivalry was right out. it simply existed.]

It just means Illumi will have to share details later.

[blatantly telling someone they'll talk about him behind his back....#justchrollothings.]

[tropism]

[ why are you like this, rohan. there is something to be said about the nature of an unstoppable force and an immovable object colliding. giorno wants to be professional but he also wants to roll his eyes at him. ]

Just because Jotaro Kujo has dealt with worse doesn't necessarily mean we should test him. Or your friend.

How do you mean? [ BIG FROWNING. ]

[obscurant]

[ illumi wouldn't share too many details, he's too private for that, and doesn't know chrollo himself. but hisoka's also certain that if chrollo had something to offer illumi, that could be a trade the zoldyck would take.

hisoka keeps smiling throughout; he'll call illumi later. they were going to meet for drinks soon anyway. ]

But you are jealous. ♠

[autotelism]

[ kujo can handle it. if he can't then it will be rohan's fault, but that will come if it comes. ]

I have other ways. [ rohan shrugs, one arm wrapping loosely around himself so that his left hand is at his opposite hip, fingers curled towards the palm. relaxed, calm, by the open window, visible from the street outside.

rohan really has no concept of personal preservation. ]

You don't have to worry about it. You must be busy, anyway.

[tropism]

I really must ask you to be a bit more honest than that.

[ what if he ends up in sicily. sicily is always troublesome, and after the damage he's dealt them with the remains of diavolo's men, their hatred of him is palpable in the sun. not that giorno cares, but it occasionally matters from time to time. ]

As for that - I've told you already. I will make time for you provided you're only there for a casual visit.

[autotelism]

I'm being honest. Do you want me to be more transparent with you? As someone who has his own secrets, you must understand.

[ this is rohan heading swiftly towards his worst, biting and jabbing and folded up with smugness all at once. he doesn't take to being told what to do. he doesn't listen. ]

I'll come to visit another time.

[tropism]

Rohan ....

[ but of course giorno giovanna thinks that his own brand of danger and his own flavour of secrets are worth more than what rohan can put on the table. and he recognizes those tell-tale signs of rohan at worst, having to be on the other side trying to reel him in before he hurtles into something he barely understands. observing and researching isn't the same as knowing what to expect, strength of his stand aside. he could not predict how he will be received once he pokes around the italian mafia.

but giorno isn't in the mood to discuss this further, having repeated himself a lot more than necessary, and so he raises his hands in surrender. ]

Alright.

I'll be keeping an eye on you. [ which he knows that rohan hates, but. ] Don't be difficult, signore. I'm not as nice in the streets as I am in your house.

[ your pretty face will go to hell. ]