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( OPEN ) we’re gonna crash your party

Who: Giorno & ny’all
When: End of Aguril, all of Septeril
Where: Aefenglom (generally and Bad Decisions Haus); Dorchact for most of Septeril
What: Backdated transformations for Aguril and Giorno doing his best to keep his temper and actually be helpful in Dorchact.
Warnings:

i. you fucked the world up now ( full moon, aguril )

[When he wakes up, he is a bat.]

[This should be more of a dramatic realization than it is. He should wake up and be extremely alarmed or something, probably. But he isn’t. Maybe because he’s sort of been expecting it; most other vampires have already hit this stage, and it seems to be a relatively tolerable one. But maybe it’s because bats simply aren’t capable of the level of drama he operates at ordinarily. Giorno, in bat form, is content enough.]

[But hungry. So it is that, after some time wrestling out from under his own copious blankets, Kaede and Maria’s kitchen is beset by a small hungry menace fluttering upon the counters and searching for fruit. He army-crawls from his awkward landing smushed up against the wall and investigates the sink. Any fruit in here? Where’s the fucking fruit?]

[Later, he can be found dive-bombing innocents who have interesting-looking snacks, or latching onto the cloaks of people he’s familiar with to catch a rest and a ride to somewhere new. Don’t look at him like that. He knows you recognize him, peasant.]

ii. we’ll fuck it all back down ( waning moon, aguril )

[The aftereffects of this moon aren’t as bad as the previous one, although to be fair, not much could be worse than a sudden and uncontrollable need to drink human blood. That’s still bottom-of-the-barrel awful. This month, it’s a minor cosmetic change, one he doesn’t entirely hate — his ears have gone to slight points, easy to hide under his hair or a hat if he absolutely must.]

[And he’s tired. Of course he’s tired, considering everything, but . . . it’s different than the exhaustion other people experience after a full moon. Every month after the moon, his body aches more, moves more awkwardly. Everything takes more effort.]

[Plus, there’s the other thing. His mouth is . . . sensitive. Strangely so. It’s not teething or gum tenderness, exactly; he had that earlier, when his new teeth first came in. No, he just feels better when he’s chewing on something. Which gets embarrassing. Sometimes a guy just wants to hang out in a coffee shop, or in a library, and worry a straw or a pen or something in his teeth without getting funny looks.]

What?

[Okay, or he genuinely has no idea he’s doing it. It could also be that, considering that sometimes what he’s caught chewing on is his own shirt collar.]

iii. we’ll put water in your guns ( dorchact, library )

[Speaking of libraries: one of the few places that seems halfway like a refuge in Dorchact is the library. Hair curling in loose tendrils over his shoulders and down his back, Giorno looks, but for his ever-gaunter appearance, like he belongs here, and even that can be explained away. What can’t so well is the look of horrified disgust he can’t quite school off his face, not yet.]

[He’s been to the barracks. He tried to go undercover there, to pose as a handler, but — he doesn’t know what it was. Maybe she felt how sick he got all of a sudden. But Zelda was there in the back of his head, quiet caution, and — he left. He had to go. There was no way he could stay without blowing everything.]

[Here in the library, he runs shaking fingers bedecked with tri-star rings over the spines of books, pulling some out at random as the thought occurs. History of the military, mostly, and how much of it connects to Morgana Drummond. Should he see any familiar faces, he beckons with the subtle crook of one finger.]

Help me fill in these gaps. [There are so goddamn many, unsurprisingly.]

iv. we’ll do it all for fun ( dorchact, resistance )

[It’s in the company of the Resistance that he feels the most comfortable and the most stable. There’s plenty to be done in Dorchact, but he’s beginning to recognize the flare of his temper and knows that being here, among the people in need, is what suits best at the moment.]

[He strives to be a mirror for his people. There are not his people — but each Monster seeking freedom feels important all the same. Quiet as a mouse, he sits alongside a naga in the shadow of the docks, her trembling uncontrollably at the thought of leaving everything behind and the still-present pull of Dorchact on her mind. Him with a hand on her shoulder, steady; gaze on hers, steady; waiting until she’s ready, until he can help her onto the waiting ship.]

[This is one scene of many. He darts in and out of the Resistance’s many clandestine hideouts, offering a hand here, a word of reassurance there, assistance with logistics in a third place. Sometimes what he offers is a cup of tea or coffee and a moment of quiet.] It’s difficult to be a refugee, [is how he explains this if asked.] The least we can offer is empathy.

v. wildcard

[Since Giorno is in Dorchact this month via Portkey, he’s only available in Aefenglom from Sept. 1-5, but I’m happy to set something then if you’d like. Additionally, I’m happy to write private starters generally, including more everyday survival stuff in Dorchact. Just PM or message at passiones if there’s something you’d like in particular.]

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[Though Giorno might not have transformed into a particularly large bat, the bump of something into Ozymandias' shoulder and subsequent addition of a little weight gives him pause. He's on his way back from the Coven, having just finished classes for the day and headed towards his home when Giorno decides to hitch a ride. He still has quite a ways to walk before reaching the mansion.]

Hm? [Ozymandias turns his head and tugs his cloak forward to actually see the small bat over the folds of material. A very, very small bat indeed! He smiles, clearly amused but not recognizing the small bat at all.] What do you think you're doing? Quite a bold action for someone of your size.

[He gives a light shrug of his shoulder.]

But you still do not have my permission to use Pharaoh as a mode of transportation. Go on.

[Ozymandias shrugs his shoulder. It's not very effective. Giornobat is jostled a little bit, but clings on. In fact, he clambers up Ozymandias's shoulder to perch where he can see better.]

[In the face of the Pharoah's instruction, Giornobat thinks for a moment and then opens his mouth to Scream.]

[AAAAA translated from bat is "fuck you".]

[He chuckles warmly at the yell, clearly not taking it all that seriously as he is unable to speak Bat. Very gently, Ozymandias taps him on the nose before rubbing at his head with his nail.]

Enough of that. [He takes his finger away.] I would normally have you punished for such insolence, but you have caught me in a good mood. I suppose there is no harm in letting you come along...

[Nodding to himself, he has decided and done so fairly in his estimation.]

Very well! [He resumes heading back towards his mansion.] I shall allow you to remain on my shoulder. But if there is somewhere you want to go in particular, you will need to fly there yourself.

[This is not a taxi service!]

[Creaking, there was always plenty of in this house. Footsteps from distant hallways—ones that may or may not really be there—were also so ever-present Kaede had stopped paying much mind to them. And...yes, the skittering footsteps of little pests too, but they mostly tended to stay in the basement. Something about a Chimeric predator around keeping rats away.

Fluttering wings? That was different. And at night, too. She'd needed to shoo out a sparrow that'd swooped in when she left the door open—had another one gotten in and just decided to wake up? There was always a light on somewhere in the house—and so many of those lamps had actual flames in them. Not the best thing for a bird without any fireproofing charms to blunder into.

So, padding after the sound Kaede went, eyes reflecting what light they found like coals. The noise seemed to be coming from the kitchen—she didn't bring a light with her, no use startling the thing. The Chimera ghosted into the room, one tapered ear turned towards where she last heard the sound.]

Did you get lost?

[She wasn't expecting an answer, but hearing a human—or, not exactly human, now—voice sometimes startled flighty animals into revealing where they were. Most of the shadows in here looked the same as usual.]

[Honestly, Maria was entirely ready to settle in for the rest of the night, secreting herself away to her room like she frequently did. Just like the others in the house; quiet, reclusive, barely verbal.

But this night, she's decided a snack is in order, and only partially because it's hard for her to sleep. So she works her way down, through the halls, into the kitchen. It's the shuffling, fluttering noise that catches her, and a flash out the corner of her eye. On the plus side, she's not carrying her swords. On the negative side, she doesn't react well to being startled by anything, and so, very suddenly, the "hunt" is on for the bat as soon as she recovers from the little hand-flail she'd done.

Luckily not a single soul was around to see that. Not a one.]

How did this get in here?

[The other sure sign of insanity: She's talking to herself. No matter, time to go open the window.]

[Wow. He almost bites Ozymandias's finger. Not that it would do much, really, and he knows it (knows enough about bats to know exactly how little damage it would do, because bats are cool), but spite is a powerful force. Then his head is rubbed, and he forgets what he was going to do.]

[Spite? What spite? Only head rubs now. Brushy brushy.]

[It occurs to him, through his suddenly very relaxed haze, that Ozymandias is kind of a pushover. That's an interesting fact. He really doesn't fight hard for the battles that don't matter. Like shooing a bat off of his shoulder.]

[Leaning his head after the finger as it Abandons Him, Giorno almost falls off his perch and lets out a squawk of dismay. Where pet? And while he's at it, time to sniff and see if there's any food around this pharoah's person.]

[There's a brief, instinctive startle-fear response at the sound of a human(-ish) voice nearby. Giorno nearly skitters out of the dark corner he'd skidded into at the top of a doorframe and into the waiting range of those reflective eyes. Instinct further instructs him that anything with eyes like that would be very happy to eat him, so he shouldn't.]

[A moment later, Giorno thinks, Oh no, that's Kaede. She wouldn't eat me.]

[A third thought occurs after a few second: Are you sure? You drink blood now. Which is a fair enough point.]

[Still, she doesn't . . . sound like she's looking for a snack. One does not usually talk to one's snacks. So, after a bit more thought, he lets out a small Bat Yell to alert her to his location on top of the doorframe. Call it an experiment.]

[When Giorno nearly goes tumbling off, Ozymandias holds his hand up in the direction Giorno's near-fall would have taken him. A bat may be able to fly, but Ozymandias is not sure how quickly such a small thing could effectively fly when not meaning to leave a perch just yet. He'd much rather not find out just as he would rather not find out if such a fall would be harmful or not.]

Careful... [he chides gently.]

[Ozymandias' hand comes away again once he's certain Giorno isn't going anywhere accidentally. As far as Giorno's adventures into sniffing are concerned, Ozymandias mostly smells of his perfume (a blend of myrrh, cinnamon, and lily) and it's likely Giorno can also smell a lingering scent from recently using magic. What he, unfortunately, will not find is the smell of food.]

[Sorry, bud. There are snacks at home.]

[The thing about Maria is that she is hands-down the most dangerous person in the house. There's zero question about this. Everything else aside, she's the most dogged by far. Metaphorically speaking, she has the greatest jaw strength and absolutely will never let go.]

[So you can't blame Giorno for being a little concerned about the whole "being at the center of Maria's bullseye" situation. He skitters up a wall and onto the ceiling (which is pretty cool — note to self, experiment with that later), watching her nervously from above.]

[Can her swords reach the ceiling? Probably. Damn.]

[He most certainly does not go through the now-open window. He wants a snack, not a walk. Or flap.]

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[Good call, Oswald. Bats have very delicate little baby bones. Good for flying, not so much for falling. Being caught by a giant hand would be much more embarrassing if he were in human shape, but since he's not, he can get away with acting like this is no big deal.]

[As a bat, Giorno still manages to be kind of like a cat.]

[Unfortunately, his sniff ends up leading to a sneezing fit. Pharoahdad smells like perfume goals with a people or even vampire nose, but as a bat it's kind of a lot. Settling back into the fabric of Ozymandias's cloak with a bit of a sulk, Giorno resigns himself to waiting for snacks.]

[Because he will wait. Ozymandias is getting a houseguest whether he likes it or not.]

[Her swords could, yes, but she doesn't just skulk through the house, constantly armed. More importantly, she also does have a gun, and that would be more deadly to a small, fluffy bat. However, she doesn't have that, either.

What she does have, however, is a basketball-ready slenderman body type, and very little fear of what a tiny bat will do to her - so she can walk over to where it is, there, on the ceiling, hanging and staring at her...

... and reach up to swat at it. At him. Shoo, shoo.] Go on, now, go outside.

[Ozymandias makes a face at the sneezing fit, leaning his head away a little as while slightly concerned, he also does not want to get bat snot on his face??? Once Giorno seems to settle down though, Ozymandias gives him a very brief rub on the head in...reassurance? Ozymandias doesn't know what to do with a bat, okay. Not a batologist.]

[With that settled, Ozymandias turns his attention back to walking towards home, and eventually, he is walking up the front steps. He stops outside the door, looking at the bat on his shoulder once more.]

What's that modern phrase...? [He frowns a little, trying to summon it from his memory, and his expression immediately brightens once he remembers.] Ah! This is the end of the line, little one.

[He's quite pleased that he was able to remember the expression.]

You should head back to your own home. As expansive as mine might be, it's not very appropriate place for a bat.

[Tiny bat groan.]

[But no, actually. Despite having mostly fallen asleep on the way over (Pharoah's stride is confident and soothing), Giorno wakes up enough to give a tiny squeak of disapproval. That's cheesy and he disapproves.]

[Know what else he disapproves of? Being told to go home! Screw you, he refuses. Skittering up Ozymandias's neck out of nowhere, he buries himself in the quasi-mullet. Get bent, he's staying.]

[HAND ATTACK.]

[Points to Maria as usual, Giorno was deeply unprepared to just be slapped. He should know better than to underestimate her, but as has long been established, he's a very clever idiot. He narrowly avoids a total hit by dodging at the last second, but she does send him spinning with a smack against the edge of his wing.]

[Dodging past her head, he nearly slams into the opposite wall before diving into the kitchen and careening around to rest on top of a cabinet. From this perch, he screeches down at her reproachfully. Excuse the fuck out of you.]

[Excuse her? This thing is the invader, here. If it didn't want to get slapped, it shouldn't be in her kitchen!

... Maybe she'd feel a little different if she knew who this particular critter was, but for now, it's just an 'it', and it needs to get out of her kitchen. Though she's sort of amused by the indignant chattering at her. Enough so to quirk a tiny little smile - barely perceptible - up as she shakes her head and walks over to it.

Oh, the things she does when she's pretty sure no one is looking. Scandal.

It's harder to do the shooing thing when he's on top of the cabinets - it means she has to lean over the edge of the counter to get at him, which saps some of her height and she swipes ineffectively at the air near him, just trying to use "thing coming at bat" to scare it into moving again.] You'll not find whatever you're looking for, here, now get moving.

[~~Well, she did in Ryslig, but.~~]

[She didn't see any skittering movements, but she did hear a noisy squeak. A capital letters Squeak. An ear twitched towards the noise and the rest of her head followed after--ah. There was a shadow that wasn't there before.

And, like any cat spotting something potentially interesting, her eyes go from reflective and intimidating to dilated out like a great big dumbass.

No one was watching, it's fine.]

There you are.

[Kaede's being quite talkative today. The Chimera pads back over to the doorframe, keeping her movements slow to keep from startling the thing. It wasn't sitting like a bird, its little eyes peering back at her. What are you, little shadow-blob?

She couldn't quite reach above the door comfortably, though. So with a smooth motion, the Chimera hopped onto one of the counters, tail curling off the edge as a counterbalance, and reached over to the shadow-thing with a mindful clawed hand.]

[The bat is a little too quick for Ozymandias to keep him from crawling up his neck and into his hair, his hand only catching air. This could be a problem.]

Come now, do not press your luck with my generosity.

[Lowering his head some, Ozymandias reaches back there for the small bat with both hands; one is to wrap around the bat and the other is to gently pluck him free from any strands of hair he might have latched onto.]

[No!!! He latches onto Ozymandias's hair with the most determined little claws imaginable. It's going to be painful to pull him off, frankly. That being said, Ozwald's pretty determined, so he can certainly manage it with a little struggle.]

[Upon being extricated from his perch, Giorno proceeds to wrap himself around Ozymandias's finger just as determinedly as he clutched at his hair. A war cry emerges from his tiny bat mouth. He'll bite if pushed further, sir! Let him go inside and have snacks.]

[~~Ryslig follows different rules, it's fine.~~]

[Giorno wouldn't laugh at her in his human body — he has better self-control than that — but in batbody, he can't help but let out a small chirp. Too high for human ears to hear, probably, but Kaede's certainly can. It's all very funny to him until she jumps up on the counter.]

[Very close. Which causes him to pause, considering, and shrinking back into the shadow as he does so.]

[On the one hand: it's Kaede. She could easily rip him limb from limb in this form, and possibly even his regular form if he's being honest. On the other hand, she's being . . . weirdly sweet? If that's even the right word for it. He watches her with beady black eyes for a moment, unmoving.]

[Well. What, is he supposed to distrust his roommate this much? Paranoia says yes, common sense says no. After a long pause, he flaps clumsily off the doorframe and onto her outstretched hand. Which he dangles off of by his claws and almost loses his grip before regaining security. Jesus. He's not good at this.]

[Maria smiling is a strange sight. The moons might as well turn red again. An ill omen. Or a good one? Really hard to say.]

[Regardless, Giorno's most prevalent instincts in this moment are bat ones, which scream at him in response to the incoming hand. Danger! Owl, probably! Never mind the fact that no owl would be caught dead as clumsy as Maria's hand, sorry Maria. It frightens him enough that he skitters sideways, tumbling off the edge of the cabinet before clutching in desperation at the curtains.]

[Precariously close to the open window.]

[He yelps at her, probably about how he's darkness and the night, but the fact remains that he is losing ground in this battle.]

[Oblivious to its meaning, the Chimera's ears twitched towards the sound—it made it easier to find where it was coming from, in case the eyes peering back at her weren't clue enough. A bat? It sounded too squeaky to be a bird. She heard bats chittering around the lightposts sometimes, swooping after bugs or whatever bats did.

This one just...hopped into her hand, though, after a moment of consideration. Kaede had a steep upward struggle to keep her hand still when a small but definite shadow jumped into it. But there was no sharp pain from little needle teeth digging into her hand, or any indignant squeaking of the "death before dishonor" variety.

Had Kaede been a biologist, or at least done a few Google searches, she'd be more wary of rabies or the fact that bats were disease vectors for literally everything. But she wasn't, and hadn't. Besides she's only like 3/4ths mammal now, it's probably fine. Bat was soft. Bat was...hanging off of her hand like it was going to plummet to the tiles. That wouldn't do.]

Careful.

[Where the Chimera was nonchalant, even cold when dealing with others, she was gentle with the bat, scooping it up with a careful hand back into her palm. Its little claws were scratchy things, but Kaede seemed unbothered by them.]

Let's get you outside.

["Let's," like this was a team effort.]

[It hurts a little prying the little bat out of his hair, but Ozymandias does not do so much as wince during the removal process. He's had far worse than tiny bat claws.]

[Ozymandias doesn't anticipate that the bat will suddenly concede simply after being removed from his hair, and is not surprised to find it so firmly latched onto him. But he does not try to pry the bat from his finger or shake it off. It's less because he's concerned about potential consequences and more that he recognizes that such actions would be cruel to such a small creature.]

You have quite an impressive set of lungs, but I am unmoved. My decision is absolute and final.

[He sets his finger down on the railing of the porch.]

[Gee, if only you could speak, Gio. The chittering doesn't help, but it does continue to amuse her that she's clearly upset this tiny creature. Well, it upset her first. Bats aren't healthy to have in the kitchen around food anyway. Who knows what kind of diseases they have (spoilers: usually it's "all of them").

So once more, she just stalks along merrily, like the apex pursuit predator a human actually is and continues to harry him closer to the window, her other hand reaching out as a sort of barricade to him flying to the other side to funnel his window of escape to the outside, there.

Sorry, Gio, sleeping outside it is.]

[Hm.]

[It may, Giorno recognizes, be time to change tactics.]

[He looks up at Ozymandias. Looks down at the railing. Slowly clambers onto it, leaving the finger perch behind. What an obedient bat child this is.]

[Except the second Ozymandias opens the door he fucking bolts for indoors. Bye binch!!!]

[It is usually all of them, Maria's right. She's right to chase out stray kitchen bats. She's also got extremely impermeable hands. No matter how Giorno batters himself against them, they push him . . . once and for all . . . outside.]

[For a few minutes, Maria gets some peace and quiet.]

[And then, just when she thought it was safe, there's an absolute hammering at the front door. Police, open up! You're under arrest for bat crimes!]

[Well, it sort of is. Giorno would need the help getting outside if he were a real bat, and she'd need his cooperation to accomplish it. Never mind the fact that he would really rather stay inside, thanks. It doesn't seem like he gets much input in this decision.]

[It is kind of nice, though. She's holding him very carefully, speaking softly. It's almost like she likes animals more than people, he thinks, and then amends, Well, so do I. People are terrible, after all. He'd probably like to hold a bat, if he weren't one currently.]

[After some thought, he nestles down into her palm and puts one foreclaw up to rest on her thumb. Hi, friend. Please do not take him outside, give him a snack instead.]

[Well, she closes up the window - no use letting in any insects attracted to the light of the kitchen - before going back to sifting through the pantry for something to chew on when she can't fall asleep easily or well.

... And then the door starts being slammed by something so hard it puts her on high alert. Her sword is in her room, so Gio gets the door answered by... Maria with a knife, and being absolutely unafraid to use it.] Ah-... Giorno?

[Regardless of how fast Ozymandias might be able to move or react, there's really no way he could possibly catch a bat that small out of the air. Combining that with the fact he would like to avoid harming the bat, Ozymandias makes no attempt at waving or grabbing and instead simply follows after him as quickly as possible.]

Where do you think you're going!?

[...oh no. Oh no. Help. It's so fucking cute. Kaede actually came to a stop, a little curl starting at the corner of her mouth.

Maybe...in a minute, she'd go outside. After she strokes the pad of a finger over the bat's soft fuzzy head. It didn't seem inclined to snap or squeak at her, or do any other alarmed bat things. Whatever those were. Kaede was fairly sure none of them involved curling up in her palm like a handful of velvet fuzz.]

[If Giorno is intimidated by Maria’s midnight knives, he doesn’t show it. (Author’s note: he definitely is.) Instead, he bustles past her into the house, indignant and righteous.]

You can’t just put me out of my own home when I come into the kitchen for a snack just because you don’t like the shape I happen to be at the time!

[Well, that’s a spin on the matter for sure.]

[ZIP ZOOP MOTHERFUCKER. Giorno is flitting up near the high ceilings, cackling in bat. Which sounds the same as shrieking, but it’s pretty clear he’s revelling in his victory. Victory swoops.]

[At the question, he does a little dip of his wings (salute!) and alley-oops down the hall towards the kitchen. How does he know where the kitchen is? Sniff. He wants a mango.]

[Is . . . that a smile. That’s a smile, holy shit. Giorno almost stops his newly-patented Cute Bat Routine in shock. Fortunately for his Oscar nomination, she starts petting his head. Which. Is so relaxing?]

[He closes his little bat eyes and leans into it, absolutely zoned out. Still leaning on her thumb. This is the life. Forget snacks, just pet his head forever while standing in the middle of the kitchen floor.]

[At least she relaxes relatively quickly, shifting the knife into a loose grip and turning to follow him inside.]

What are you talking about?

[She has not made the bat correlation yet, sorry not sorry.]

[Well, that was quite a pointed and clear trajectory. Far more than Ozymandias would anticipate or expect from such a creature, but that's not really something one notices when dealing with an intruder. Ozymandias is hot on the figurative heels of this little bat. He may want a mango, but the only fruit he's going to find easily sitting out right now are grapes. Does he dare land and risk capture??]

You pushed me out the window!

[Remember that screeching bat tantrum? Same earfeel.]

I won't stand for that. It's my house too, you know. [And — oh, he's making a beeline for the kitchen again, just sort of expecting Maria to follow him, apparently? Rude.]

[HMM.]

[Well, yes and no. Grapes aren't as good as mangoes, but he does want one, so he's going to try a daring maneuver: dive-bombing the counter to grab a grape in his dumb bat feet and flap to a higher vantage point.]

[Will he succeed, or will he be caught by giant pharoah hands???]

[The risk and reward end up being a little bit of a mixed bag for the small bat. He's able to grab onto a grape and pull it free from its stem, but that's enough to slow him down that Ozymandias gets his hands around him grape and all.]

[There's a brief moment where Ozymandias has to stare at his hands in disbelief that he was actually able to be fast enough to catch such a tiny thing, but once it settles in that he was successful...]

Got you! Ha!

[He knew he would all along??? Do not doubt Pharaoh.]

[There's an unholy screech that is the bat equivalent of FUCK! Giorno slaps his wings against Ozymandias's palms, but quickly realizes that that's just going to lead to a bruised wing or worse.]

[Irritably, he clutches his grape and continues screeching in fury. For a moment. And then suddenly the screeching is very muffled.]

[Might as well eat this grape while he can. #yolo]

[It's difficult to tell at first what the hell is happening in his hands. Ozymandias doesn't dare create any opening large enough to see inside at first and waits until the bat seems a little more...settled. At least physically. It still seems to have a lot to say even if muffled.]

[Carefully, Ozymandias tilts his hands and opens them ever so slightly to see... The world's sulkiest bat munching on a grape. Despite that he ought to be more irritated with the intrusion and the thievery, there's something undeniably adorable, especially when considering the bat to fruit size ratio. Laying his hand flat again, he removes his other hand.]

Hungry, were you? [He huffs a laugh before giving gentle head scritches again.] I suppose I shall forgive your rude behavior then. But next time, you ought to try a different tactic for getting your food. One that doesn't involve disobeying Pharaoh, hm?

[He stops scritching to pluck another grape, setting it on his palm next to the bat while he's still working on the first grape.]

[And so, the consequences of his actions were nothing, and he lived to sin another day.]

[When Ozymandias opens his hand, Giorno goes briefly quiet, staring suspiciously out at him. But as it turns out, all that happens is that he . . . gets head scritches again. Oh.]

[Oh, and another grape? Oh man. Okay, so he'll just do this exact thing again in the future? This is amazing. This goes without saying, but he's certainly stopped screeching by now. Leaning into the scritches, he munches contentedly on grape #1 with half-closed eyes, resting his claw on grape #2. Yay.]

[Oymandias cannot help but notice the way the little bat in his hand idly rests a claw on the second grape. Not that there could be much that he could do if Ozymandias changed his mind and pulled the second grape away. But it is still a fairly possessive nonverbal.]

I won't take it away from you, [he chides gently.] You have my permission to eat to your fill. I will not have it be said that I am stingy or inhospitable.

Pushed you out the window? You weren't...

[Pause.]

... Did you turn into a bat?

[What. What is this. Blinking his eyes open, Giorno regards Ozymandias uncertainly. He . . . doesn't want to let go of his grape. It's his grape.]

[After some thought, he does let go of it, only to follow this up by putting the other claw on it. It's fine!]

Yes! So?

[He's going to take zero responsibility for this. It's a normal occurrence that Maria should have been prepared for.]

[That definitely was not a laugh. That was a hiccup. Nope, not a laugh. Zero laughing. Maria doesn't laugh. Maria doesn't have a sense of a humor.

And Giorno as a tiny, chittering little bat that she shoved out a window is not actually hilarious.]

You could have told me you were planning on being so... small. I could not recognize you. [Okay hang on. She's smiling. Something is wrong.]

[Ozymandias shakes his head a little, but chooses to let it be. The tiny bat may possessively hold onto its grape all it likes.]

You're fortunate that I appear to be the only one home for now.

[Not that he thinks Berserker would necessarily go after this little bat, but his patience and tolerance for things he deems annoying is not exactly The Best.]

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I. Bat prompt but in the future provided everything stops being on fire for five seconds

I. Hello roommate

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we can only hope

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THIS TAG DIDN'T POST screaming

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dreamwidth why

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