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[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.

[It is a lot, but it's like holding onto Avdolx2, just soaking up his love and affection. But Moody Blues is having the time of his life, practically burying his face into Magician's Red's neck and nuzzling the hell out of him. It's the goddamn life.

Once they sit, Abbacchio's hand is not leaving Avdol's, even as he pours tea for both of them. Like a badass, he manages to not really spill much.]

I wouldn't know. Never been to a desert. Hell, before now, I'd never even left Italy. It must've been something, traveling the world as you did.

[The question makes him duck his head, almost sheepish, NO FUCKING PUN INTENDED.] You're fine, I just-- I've never had this kind of attention before. I'm not gonna tell you to stop unless you're making yourself dirt poor or something. I just can't really compete with how thoughtful you are.

Mm...The things we saw, the people we met...It was amazing. And you know what, Leone? We have a whole untapped planet here to learn about, and we can see it together too. How fantastic is th--

[Oh there we go, Magician's Red is fluffing up and trilling away and completely betraying his User's emotions as he delicately dots his pinprick clawtips up and down Moody Blues' spine. Bastard!!! Avdol has to clear his throat a moment to push the swell of adoration back down, brows furrowing at the tea as a focal point.

Okay. Okay, better. Phew. Recovered just in time to catch that absolutely fucking adorable reaction, too? He cracks a huge grin again and gently clinks their cups together once they're skilfully filled, completely enamoured.] Anyway, we're travelling once we have the chance and the planet opens up more to us. And...You don't have to compete of course, though I know that I'd feel obliged to if I was you, so...I understand your feelings. I'll try to not overdo it, alright?

It's very, very hard to not buy every beautiful hairclip and bracelet and shawl that I see, though. So many lovely things, and I immediately think about how they might look on you, and how you might smile when you get them.

[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.

[Sorry bro, the only reason there's not Stand smooching going on is because of the fucking beak. There's another set of pleased Bird Noises, though subdued so as not to move Moody Blues' hands away from said Fucking Beak, and Avdol clears his throat right as Magician's Red decides to try and hook his neck around in a proper hug. God. Chicken affection is weird, and far more endearing when it's not a chicken with a man's body trying to use his neck as an extra hugging appendage.

He's dying. He's dying, but he'll power on. Fuck.]

Clearly travelling's something that's good for us both, then. Look at how our last trip turned out for us, hm? And I'll let you decide on the itinerary if we do manage to catch the next train into fox city or wherever. Then we c--

[GOD, it's hard to have a normal conversation when you're technically cuddling your boyfriend off to the side at the same time. Avdol relents and turns a little, just enough to shoot their Stands an exasperated half-smile.] Ah. Hm. Anyway, I know you think about me, don't worry about that! For one, I've never doubted for a moment that you and I at least got on exceptionally well, let alone that you loved me when that became applicable. And secondly, well. I mean, there's our proof, right? I know that Moody Blues is affectionate to everyone, but I don't think either of us need presents when we can just see this sort of thing.

It's nice, actually. Seeing Magician's Red interacting with other Stands, I mean; it's always been for a fight before, and I didn't see the point in 'socialising' him with the others...It's like I'm watching a friend come into his own.

[Moody Blues? Delighted, utterly delighted. Proper hugs from manchicken Stand. Though Moody Blues doesn't have much of a face right now, the way his cheeks form make it pretty clear he's having the best time of his life right now. If he could kiss right now he would!]

Better a train than those fucking mech suits. That was a shit time. [There's a pause for tea as he drinks.] Well. Good. I'm not always great at expressing that, except as blunt as a brick to the face, so. Yeah. Not like I can hide shit when Moody Blues is out anyway. Turns out hardly having a face doesn't stop him from expressing what he wants when I let him.

I never really considered how it might be that different for you, I guess. Everyone else in our group has a Stand, and most of us were adapting with each other. [not that anyone was gonna hang with Purple Haze or something but you get the drill] I'm glad you brought him out, though.

You're telling me. Skipping all of that would've been a hell of a lot easier for everyone bar the Prismals, I think. ...As most things are around here. I should write a strongly worded letter to someone about that, don't you think?

[OHHHHHH that smile is definitely implied, not that Magician's Red can see it. Doesn't need to, though. That feedback loop goes both ways, which means that getting the urge to pick Moody Blues up and spin him around isn't a strange thing at all, and is absolutely something he's going to act on because that is what you do with people you love when you are Fucking Ripped.

Avdol nearly spills his tea from the sensation of spinning, shooting his Stand an exasperated Look.] ...I don't think either of us can hide much when they're out, going by. That. ...I guess adjusting to having Stands with everyone else would've helped you cope with feeling things other than injuries, though...I'm a little jealous, to be completely honest with you. Not that I mind having him out, it's just...

Not what I'm used to. In Cairo, we all avoided each other, and only fought if we absolutely had to. It was a little more dog-eat-dog, really.

Oh yeah, I bet that letter would go a long way here. [He snorts.] Anyway, it's nothing I didn't volunteer for, so where's that gonna get us?

[HOLY SHIT Moody Blues is at peak delight, clinging and aggressively nuzzling the hell out of Magician's Red while getting fucking twirled. It's a majestic romantic Stand time. It's adorable and Abbacchio can only be embarrassed of his own affectionate Stand, evidently. Yikes.]

I kinda get it. If I encountered a Stand I didn't know outside of my team, all I could assume was it was a possible enemy. Most of them were looked at as weapons and nothing else. Honestly, I blame Mista's Stand for making it kinda lax. They got a lot of personality. [it aint like they hung out with purple haze, you feel?]

But I guess I'm a little lucky seeing a different side of Magician's Red than most people, huh?

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