āć¾(ą¹ā āæ ā ą¹ ) first of all bless you, but mayhaps we could have a scenario where gio, (possibly star plat too cause i'm a thirsty ho) is dancing with his s/o on a beach, playing tunes from a boombox, and bein' cheesy af??? mayhaps?
THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT
Giorno looked up from his book when he heard the music first start up. It wasnāt exactly his taste in music, but the jumpy beat and the happy Italian lyrics made him feel good. He noticed his s/o, the one whom he had been waiting for approaching, carrying the almost too big boombox towards where he was seated in his beach chair.
āGiorno! Giorno, check it out! Look what I found in my closet!ā They cheered as they skipped towards him. They set the stereo next to his chair, turning down the sound only slightly so they could speak without yelling.
āCool, right? I figured since no one is really here this early in the morning we could play some music.ā They laughed, sitting down on the edge of his chair. Giorno sat up and slid off his sunglasses, looking at his s/o clearly. They had the biggest smile on their face, and it was something Giorno could never say no to.
After about five minutes of his s/o unpacking their stuff and humming along to the music, they finally turned to him.
āGio, dance with me.ā They pleaded, looking at him with those damn eyes, those damn eyes he could never say no to. He really couldnāt say no to them. He looked around the beach, making sure it was mostly deserted before he nodded and stood up with a sigh.
They laughed and grabbed at his hands, pulling him away from his chair and into the warm sand of the beach. They spun around a few times, using his hands to keep them from falling. He couldnāt help but laugh at their movements, pulling them closer towards him so he could lift and spin them.
āGiorno! Giorno, dizzy! Iām gonna throw up!ā They laughed, slapping his back as he finally set them down. They didnāt have enough time to steady themselves before the fell back, pulling Giorno with them.
They both looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
āYou have sand on your face!ā
āYou should see your hair! Itās full of sand!ā
Jotaro, being the marine biologist he is, spends most of his time near the water anyway. He loves to take his s/o down by the beach, but today it had been a little more crowded than it should have been. He could hear the pop music playing from less than 30 feet away, the teens cheering and dancing along with the beat. He sighed and went back to looking at the small crabs walking along the sandy floor.
His s/o sat behind him, hugging onto his back with their arms around his neck.
āJotaro, dance with me. Come on.ā They pleaded in a small voice, rubbing their cheek against his bare shoulder.
āAbsolutely not. You know Iām busy.ā He grumbled, taking yet another photo of the small red crab by his foot.
āYouāre always busy.ā They pouted, hiding their face in his shoulder blades. They just wanted to have fun, what was his problem?
It was when they felt a strong pair of arms, much stronger than Jotaroās, wrap around their midsection that they looked up. They giggled when they realized it was Star Platinum.
āAre you here to dance with me?ā They asked the stand, letting go of Jotaroās neck to rest their palms on Starās arms. The stand nodded once before lifting them up, easily carrying them away from Jotaroās spot near the sea life to somewhere much closer to the music.
They couldnāt help but laugh at his clumsy movements, of course it didnāt know how to dance.
They spent the rest of their time at the beach teaching Star Platinum how to do the first 5 steps in the macarena.
