[The sensation of claws running up and down his back makes Abbacchio jerk upright for a second, mostly because it's surprising and, uh, makes him have goosebumps. He glances at the Stands for a moment, but Moody Blues is having the time of his life, gently petting his hands down the other Stand's beak and neck before nuzzling him.

Ah fuck he won't stop them. Abbacchio breathes in, and focuses on Avdol as much as he can, which doesn't do anything to really stop how... loved he feels. Which is really the opposite of a problem.]

Road trip? Fuck yeah, I'd be down for that. The closest I've ever gone traveling was that time with the damned robot suits a couple of months back. [but you know he met avdol for glassblowing and the rest if history, so that's fine] And it's a little hard not to. I just, you know. I want you to know that I think about you too. I'm just kind of shitty at thinking about gifts for people.

But I promise I'll love everything you get me.