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Reimi Sugimoto ⬤ JJBA: Diamond Is Unbreakable
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moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

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[doreimi]

Mmmm. Want to make a deal, then, instead of a promise?

[She regards him a moment, the way that his hand covers hers, the warmth it creates — and then climbs up onto the couch next to him, leaning her weight against him and trusting that she's light enough that it's only comfortable, as opposed to burdensome.]

I'll keep trying to live this life I've got now. And you keep trying not to get caught up in the stuff that happened in your last one. We can do it together, what do you think?

[teaserving]

...Yeah. Okay.

[It's a tough thing to do. Abbacchio's never really been good at moving on; his Stand is all about playing back the past, after all. It drags him down, even when he tries to move forward.

It seems like ever since he died, he hasn't known what to feel. Maybe he should just be grateful at all that he has a second shot. Most people aren't so lucky.]

C'mon. [Tiredly, he lifts up some of the blanket.] I'd feel better if you just got under this with me. ...Arnold can get up onto the couch too, I don't care.

[doreimi]

Mm, you better be careful what you let him do. Arnold's a bed hog. Give him an inch and he'll take up a mile.

[But she tucks herself under the blanket, more so as not to let all the heat out for his sake than anything else, and drapes back onto him again. It's warmer like this, and she feels the familiar flare of Chroma generation almost instantly.]

He likes you, you know. And Arnold doesn't put up with rotten people.

[teaserving]

Better a bed hog than a blanket hog.

[This isn't so unlike when they met, isn't it? Abbacchio seeing this poor girl freezing, so he put his coat around the both of them to keep them warm. Reimi has a blanket for the both of them, too. Sure maybe he doesn't need the warmth, but she came for him when he needed her anyway.]

Well, shit. Can't argue that dog logic.

[doreimi]

Nope, that one's all me.

[And it's an excuse, more than anything else. It's easier to rationalize huddling (cuddling) like this when it's supposedly just about making sure Abbacchio is warm and comfortable as he slowly rides out the aftermath of his night's drinking binge.]

C'mon, Arnold. C'mon up.

[And after a minute to assess, up he hops, making the couch cushions sink as he finds his footing, turns around once, and then curls up comfortably with them.]

[teaserving]

Shit, I'm doomed then.

[Not that he's even trying to dissuade her from snuggling him, honestly. He settles a bit more, closing his eyes. It's not really a typical thing for him to be physically affectionate like this, but Reimi makes it easy, the Cordis moon probably doesn't help, and he already feels like shit anyway so here they are.]

Hey. If it gets too dark out, you can just stay. ...I'd feel better, all right?

[doreimi]

Yup. You're really doomed.

[It seems like this is helping, really. The contact, the blanket, the distracting chatter. He'd really scared her kind of badly earlier, with his anguish and the revelation of how much he'd been drinking, so it's a huge relief that things seem to be finding an equilibrium again now.]

...Until morning, you mean? Staying.

[teaserving]

Yeah. Some real bastards out there.

You're tough, but I don't wanna risk it.

[doreimi]

Gee, I don't know. I think there are some pretty tough guys in here, too.

[Her laugh is soft and breathy, gentle with the quiet that's starting to settle around them.]

...Hey. Want to know a secret?

[teaserving]

Sure, but I'm not exactly at the top of my game right now.

[He does make a small grunt of amusement before he opens an eye to look at her.]

What is it?

[doreimi]

I know I can take care of myself, too. We both know that.

But I kind of like that when you're around, I don't have to. So...thanks for looking out for me. I'm glad you do.

[She smiles faintly, slightly lowering her gaze.]

I'll stay over. So don't worry about it.

[teaserving]

[Quietly, he reaches out with his hand that had been holding hers, smoothing her cute pink hair from her pretty face. Yeah, he's gonna kick anyone's ass that messes with her.]

All right.

S'only fair. Since you came over, lookin' out for my sorry ass.