Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Carlos [heavily distorted feedback punctuated by sharp clicking noises], leave a message after the collective screech of eight different kinds of buzzards.
He's a lot like you, but shinier and bigger and quieter. What a guy!
[He stops writing, fixing the boy and his Stand with a curious eye. There's something a bit more...calculating, perhaps, than usual. No, that's not the word. He's appraising.]
Jotaro, huh? Jotaro Kujo, I'm assuming. And the purple one is his, right?
[There's nothing more Stand-related, though there are a few more crayon drawings of various city creatures, and what looks to be some creative writing about the Mothman.]
His whole family?
[Time to wring additional information Jonathan didn't give about the family out of Giorno.]
I don't have nearly as much of a comprehensive understanding of the situation as the people actually in his family would.
[. . . But then he frowns. Jotaro would be mad at him for saying something like that, wouldn't he? Like he doesn't belong. Jotaro gets so upset when he does that, even if he doesn't act like he's upset.]
Anyone that's been with the bloodline long enough, I suppose. Even if they're estranged for knowing and speaking forbidden truths and make really bad scones.
[No, he's not getting personal with this. That's absurd.]
[This seems obvious to him; Jotaro is the first Joestar he met and the one with the most direct, comprehensible parallels to Dio. In some ways, everything will always be in relation to Jotaro, from Giorno's perspective.]
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Do you know how much he can comprehend?
[This question is directed straight at Giorno, this time. Might as well get results from the source, and all that.]
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Jotaro and I were playing around with it a while ago, though.
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[He stops writing, fixing the boy and his Stand with a curious eye. There's something a bit more...calculating, perhaps, than usual. No, that's not the word. He's appraising.]
Jotaro, huh? Jotaro Kujo, I'm assuming. And the purple one is his, right?
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That's right. Star Platinum is his. Star is the sweetest.
[Star Platinum literally punched his father to death, and yet.]
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[The appraising look intensifies, briefly, before he forces a bright smile.]
I think I've met...his mother, maybe? His mother. They don't hardly look alike, do they?
[Also, his dad deserved that and you know it.]
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[Giorno pages through the notebook idly, as if he's mostly thinking about something else.]
She's lovely. His whole family is lovely.
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His whole family?
[Time to wring additional information Jonathan didn't give about the family out of Giorno.]
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[He hums and starts reading the short story. Ooh, Mothman. Delightful.]
[Never let it be said that Giorno does not love to be bribed, okay.]
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[You?]
[The Mothman story is pretty blatant self-insert slashfic, as it is. It's pretty well written, though...?]
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[The taste of a liar. He taps the page.]
You have good use of metaphor here.
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[He glances down at the notebook, nodding.]
Thanks, I worked hard on that one.
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[He sighs softly and turns to Carlos, resting his chin in his hand.]
I can't imagine what you want to know. What do you want to know?
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[His voice is noticably not Absurdly Shrill, for once in his life. Very focused here. Important stuff, like Mothman fanfic and bloodlines.]
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[Such an innocent expression over here.]
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[. . . But then he frowns. Jotaro would be mad at him for saying something like that, wouldn't he? Like he doesn't belong. Jotaro gets so upset when he does that, even if he doesn't act like he's upset.]
How do you define "family"?
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[No, he's not getting personal with this. That's absurd.]
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[All right, buddy.]
How do you define a bloodline? What is its limit?
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[A beat.]
Anyone that's blood related...? That's a pretty solid definition, right? I'm sure I could find a dictionary definition for any word you want.
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[Very noncommittal. He counts on his fingers.]
There's . . . great-great-grandfather, great-great-grandmother. Great-grandmother. Mother. And a . . . great-great uncle. I think that math is right.
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Who is this in relation to, though? You?
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[This seems obvious to him; Jotaro is the first Joestar he met and the one with the most direct, comprehensible parallels to Dio. In some ways, everything will always be in relation to Jotaro, from Giorno's perspective.]
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And what about you? I don't mean to pry, but do you have any family in the city?
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I have my famiglia, and then I have my family. And then I have . . .
[Something else.]
Jonathan trusts you. Doesn't he?
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[He finally breaks his stare, shrugging.]
I'm really hoping he trusts me, I mean.
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