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look there is a lot of audible fumbling and heavy breathing when he finally responds, because this is very serious!!! And he's embarrassed by the rose still! and AAAAAAAAAAAA]

LE-- [DEEP BREATH.] It does...Mean a lot to hear it. So I'm giving you that respect too instead of being a coward and typing it out. Ah. Hm.

I love you, Leone Abbacchio.

And I'm-- trying to not, ha. Not break down right now! Out of happiness, that you love me too!

Haha!

[He kind of already knew, but it's still something else to hear it. That someone loves him. He can interpret out of body language or actions, but hearing it outright...]

You're really incredible, Mohammed.

[GOD HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET THIS LUCKY]

So, uh. ...It's okay. You know? You really do make me happy.

Maybe I am. I know that you are, too. Incredible, beyond my comprehension. To be honest...We are amazing. Time-defying, death-defying, logic-defying!

[At least he's got his shit under control.

Mostly. There's still an audible quaver now and then, and Avdol's breathing is pointedly deep, but. MOSTLY TOGETHER!] And...I suppose it's not fair for me to give you things and not allow you the same pleasure. Especially with something that will always make me think of how we first met.

...Aaaand how desperately I wanted to impress you and your slick-looking Stand.

Honestly, fuck death and time and whatever else. I don't know how long we've got, but I wanna make it count.

[fuck why his boyfriend so cute]

You don't need to do much to impress me, and Moody Blues is a clingy baby so he'd be happy with pretty much anything.

And we will. We already are. It's so much easier when we both know how precious the present is, I think. Which is why I wanted to hurry up and tell you I love you already, I suppose! No moment like the present for the big things in life.

[HEY LISTEN BUDDY, WHY CAN'T THEY BOTH BE CUTE BOYFRIENDS. PRETTY SURE IT'S MUTUAL CUTENESS.]

I already have a few trinkets and whatnot for your hair, Sanguis or otherwise...And I'll always offer Moody Blues affection, since I'm also a clingy baby! Actually, I'm sure that Magician's Red would also love to dole affection out onto Moody Blues and you alike...I should really get him out more.

I have a few other things for you, actually. I really need to make up a gift basket for you, of all the little things I've picked up for you that I've forgotten to hand over.

I think I needed to hear it.

[And he hasn't forgotten what Reimi told him, to let the person who he's with love him. There's probably always going to be that urge to push back and say he isn't worth it, but Avdol already knows the worst of him; it could, theoretically, only go up from there.]

Fuck, you're gonna spoil him, but I know he'll appreciate it. But yeah, you should bring out Magician's Red more. I like how warm he is.

Jeez, what else did you even get?

[There's the rustle and clink of obvious Avdol movement, before he sighs softly; had to get comfy first so he can better dote (and chill his shits), okay!!]

I hope you're ready to hear it very often now. There's no need for me to be nervous, so I'm going to smother you and your darling Stand in affection; I don't half-ass anything. What's life for if I can't spoil you or Moody Blues? ...Or if my Stand can't, I guess. I'm fairly certain that he really likes affection too, since he greeted Jotaro with a hug before I could fully stop him. Don't let me forget, alright?

[A soft chuckle then, punctuated by a quick little 'sshhhh'; this coy motherfucker's really enjoying not having his face broadcast everything, apparently.]

A gentleman must keep his secrets until the right moment. And that moment will be when I see you next! I'll get to making your gift basket tonight. ...There are a few things that make me think of you, after all.

[Fuck he really isn't sure how to handle being spoiled rotten what the fuck. Why is his boyfriend so good.]

I promise I won't let you forget to let me see Magician's Red.

Asshole, making me wait. I guess I'll just have another reason to look forward to seeing you.

Then you have nothing to worry about! You've got a date with Magician's Red, me, and quite a few little trinkets. I'll have to ask for your company, perhaps Moody Blues' as well if he's in the mood, and maaaaybe...

Some tea.

You just brew it best. None of the teahouses compare now, you know.

Don't worry, he's always in the mood.

[honestly that's some big flattery but he's NOT GONNA ADMIT TO IT]

Yeah? I've got a stock of something as close to chai as possible now 'cuz of you anyway. So I'll make some whenever you stop by.

I'd make a dirty joke about that if I wasn't sure that I could say the same for Magician's Red...Clearly the best way to address it is to blame you singularly for my increased tactile nature, just like I'm to blame for your chai hoard.

[A beat, then--] ...Now I really want to stop by. You're cruel to my simple heart, Leone. The promise of tea and affection from my two favourite humanoids? Too much. Absolutely too much.

I'll take that. What's the worst you're gonna do about it anyway, be more affectionate at me?

[listen there are two reasons he's drinking it more than usual now: it's fucking delicious and gay feelings for his boyfriend]

So I'm hearing "yes please make tea for two", is that right?

Brutal. Completely correct, but brutal all the same! And that just means that I have to make good on my threats so that you understand how grave this is.

Just to make it better, I'll bring over some biscuits. Nothing fancy I'm afraid, but...I can't just let you use up your tea without repaying the favour! And...Are you sure I can come over now? I really will if you're alright with it, but I don't want you to feel obliged just because you love me so terribly and can't bear the thought of breaking my heart. I promise I'll bear it for you.

Oh no, how awful. I'm fucking terrified.

Hey, biscuits are fine. And yeah, of course you can come here. If I didn't want you to, I'd just say so, but... I want you to. If it's not a pain or anything.

I know. You wouldn't lie to me just to keep me happy, but I also worry that I might be overbearing, sometimes...I need to stop overthinking things and do a trust exercise with your honesty, really.

I'll come over promptly then, biscuits in hand! No chickens, I'm afraid; they're moulting, and I'm not bringing feather dander over so you and Narancia can't stop sneezing.

[Yet another conversational beat, in which his smile is practically tangible, and then--] I love you, Leone Abbacchio. See you soon?

[And soon it is, because it can't be more than like, fifteen minutes before there's an ominous rendition of Lionel Richie's All Night Long at the door. Aw yeah, baby.]

Nah. I kind of... need that, if that makes sense. Especially from someone I'm with. I'm kinda prone to making shitty mistakes.

Tragically chickenless, got it.

[Not unlike before, the singing does make him laugh. Not because Avdol is terrible, but because he likes how he just belts it out. Abbacchio opens the door, grinning, reaching out to yank Avdol close so he can land a kiss.]

[Sometimes you just gotta serenade your boyfriend and possibly your shared orange son with some ALL NIGHT LONG, ALL NIGHT, ALL NIGHT at the door. Unfortunately, he's mid-karamu when he's yanked into that kiss--

haha jokes it's fortunate because EVERY KISS IS A BLESSING WHEN IT'S FROM ABBACCHIO, YEEHAW. The biscuit-carrying hand dangles by Avdol's side as he tips forward into the kiss, one foot lifting off the ground as he snorts through his nose.] ...Hello to you too, Mister Abbacchio! You're looking as handsome as always.

I hope you don't mind me bringing along some langues de chat? They always make me feel more refined, even if they're horribly basic. And there's enough for Narancia to have a few, if he's in. Or even if he's not!

Back at you, Mohammed. How'd I end up with a good looking guy, huh?

[He draws back, but only so that Avdol get into the Goth Pad.]

I'll set aside some for him. That brat will appreciate it. [There's a clear difference when he says that brat in relation to Narancia versus the disdain he says that brat about Giorno.] C'mon, the pot's ready for both of us.

[but like also jokes aside how the fuck did he get so lucky having such a good boyfriend]

[Avdol opens his mouth, even prepares a finger gun, but

uh

Magician's Red practically exploding out of him kind of ruins the cool vibe, especially when it's to latch onto Abbacchio and nuzzle against him without stabbing him with that fucking beak. GODDAMN IT MAGIRED.]

...Ah...He might've been struggling to keep it in ever since I promised to let you see him more often. Which reminds me; I should've had him carry over the other half of my promise! [Sneaky fucker had the Gift Basket hidden to the side of the doorway, but now's time for the big reveal, aw yes. It all gets placed carefully on the nearest flat surface, because hey, it's tea time first. No way is he turning down a cup of Leone Chai, thanks!!!]

It's a good thing that langues de chat are so easy then, because he's a growing boy and I won't have either of you going without on my watch. ...I hope you don't mind my wrapping job on the care package, by the way; it was a rush job, but I thought that I'd best do everything for my equally aesthetically-pleasing partner before I got busy and forgot. No way am I forgetting to spoil you!

[WELP now his arms are full of giant cuddly firebird. Not that he's gonna complain. A startled chuckle and he's reaching around to pat the Stand's back.] Got impatient, huh? That's fucking adorable. [He's gonna try to plant a kiss on the end of that beak though!!] Hey you.

[hey what the fuck, the gift basket. Abbacchio glances over Magician's Red's shoulder at it, and he's-- well. He's honestly trying to keep a surge of emotion from bubbling up because what the fuck, he really does have the most caring and wonderful boyfriend. Not that he has any doubt about how Avdol ever feels, but he's always making sure Abbacchio is valued. WHO DOES THAT.

Okay no he's going to bury his face into a Stand Shoulder for a second before he's able look at Avdol again.]

It's fine, trust me. I have to give you your thing anyway and I didn't exactly wrap it. [UGH HE SHOULD HAVE WRAPPED IT.]

Hey, does Magician's Red eat anything?

[Even though he's got a fucking beak and everything, it still looks like Magician's Red is smiling somehow (maybe it's the eyes? Yeah, it's totally the eyes) as he fluffs up with barely hidden glee at being smooched. OH BOY HE'S NEVER ACTUALLY BEEN SPOILED LIKE THIS...It's hard being the Responsible Stand Who Has To Be Stoic And Cool Because Your User Is Like That. It's so hard and no one understands. And then he's getting nuzzled into like, a second later, and it's great, and sorry Abbacchio but you're getting picked up by this swole bitch because THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE CARRYING THROUGH AVDOL THAT IT'S INFECTED HIS STAND TOO, APPARENTLY.

Speaking of, though. Avdol looks thoroughly flustered by all this carrying on, even if it's absolutely what he's feeling and he's basically done the same before. h. His fucking Stand is embarrassing, and his hotass boyfriend is also embarrassed now by the presents, did he go overboard, fuck, shit, fucking shit? aa]

You didn't have to wrap it, anyway. I just thought I should really...Practice my own wrapping skills. For the shop, in case someone wants to order a gift basket...So you were the perfect reason!

I...Haven't really fed him since I was a child, though. When I thought he was just an imaginary friend. Maybe nothing that requires teeth, if you really wanted to feed him? [God, now Magician's Red is fluffing up even more, though it's all around his wrists and lower half. Where is his fucking head fluff. Disgraceful. At least he's finally letting go, even if it's only because Avdol's clearly getting more and more flustered by the second. GODDAMN IT MAGICIAN'S RED, HE'S TRYING TO BE COOL???] And maybe something that I could hypothetically eat, too. So I don't get sick, ha!

[HOLY SHIT ok big ripped bird is just picking him up?! That's not something he's used to. Abbacchio is usually the one throwing people around what the HELL but it's kind of CUTE?!]

Sure, that was the reason. [Gently he teases, grinning at Avdol.] Anyway, don't worry about it. If you've ever met Mista's Stand, then you know that they're always crying about food. [He says, as if he's never fed them before or has been prepared to feed them.] I wasn't sure how yours felt. Everyone's is pretty different.

[And speaking of Stands -- out comes Moody Blues, almost shyly placing his hands into the crook of Avdol's arm. What's up! He rubs his cheek against Avdol's shoulder.]

[WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO WITH A FUCKING LUCHA LIBRE ROOSTER, IF YOU CAN'T CART YOUR BOYFRIEND AROUND--

oh fuck

oh holy shit, Avdol has to clap his free hand over his mouth when he feels those hands wind around his elbow and fuck, shit, holy shit, ass, dick, he turns his head just in time to catch Moody Blues rubbing his face against his shoulder, and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA romance is alive and he is in love with every single fucking part of Abbacchio, including the squishy purple bit with a fat ass. Absently, even as Magician's Red huffs in amusement at his User's reaction, Avdol mumbles,] I haven't had the pleasure of doing more than hugging him, really. But Magician's Red and I are on the same wavelength, so as long as I'm well-fed...

[OKAY NO HE CAN'T HOLD OUT ANY LONGER SORRY BRO HE IS GOING TO HUG YOUR STAND AND KISS HIM RIGHT BETWEEN THOSE ROTARY DIAL EYES. AAAAAaaaand then all over that blank, adorable face, so many overwhelmingly endeared kisses until he can kiss Moody Blues no more and simply has to bury his face in the crook of his neck in turn. Gee Avdol, who let you have two boyfriends in one???] ...Sorry. Sorry! It's probably because Magician's Red is out.

[Which makes sense, given how interested said Bird Man is in both Abbacchio and Moody Blues. He's going to break his stupid psychic neck from looking back and forth so much, honestly. But...Hey, they can have a Stand hang-out later. Can't leave the bf hangin', so he throws his arms out wide and clacks his beak in an attempt to be inviting, since Avdol's still hanging off of Moody Blues like a dipshit.] If you don't want to hug him, I can call him back! You probably want to open the basket anyway, right?

[It's weird, but not unusual; distantly, he can feel Avdol kissing Moody Blues on the face, and the Stand in turn looks delighted as much as he can express. Abbacchio gives one last kiss to Magician's Red's beak before he's slipping out of his POWERFUL ARMS.]

Nah, it's okay. Hey, let's switch, all right? C'mon. [He's calling out specifically to Moody Blues, who gives Avdol another affectionate bump of his forehead before he's going to swap out with his user, practically colliding with Magician's Red for that hug hell yeah.

Abbacchio reaches for Avdol's hand, gently squeezing.] Yeah, I wanna open it, but let's sit first all right? Before the tea gets cold.

[Aw fuck, that means he has to let go of Moody Blues. Except not really because shit yeah, phantom sensation and all that; he's still feeling the beak-kiss somewhere in his nasal vicinity when he also gets to experience the sensory input of Magician's Red squeezing the ever-loving shit out of Moody Blues in his place on top of having his actual physical hand held.

It's nice.

It's a lot, but it's really nice. Even if it takes Avdol a second to process everything and refocus on Abbacchio with a faint, amused smirk, it's all a tornado of Niceness that he doesn't quite want to escape from.] Alright, alright. You know the best thing about tea?

[Not gonna answer his own question until they're actually seated, though. Priorities! (Holding hands still is also priority, thank you. He's not letting go, because physical sensation is kind of helping ground him when he's also got Magician's Red's emotional loop in the back of his brain and that emotional loop is currently feeding off of his and it's all one big goopy mess right now.] You can drink it hot or cold, and it's still good! Unlike water. That's why I like it so much...You have to think of that sort of thing in the desert.

By the way...It's not too much, is it? The presents. I want you to know that I don't expect you to return everything in full, I just...I haven't had someone to spoil, or the money to do so with quite like I do now, so I'm perhaps going overboard.

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