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He almost blinks there.

“  I don’t want to. “

The last thing he wants is to get some bypasser accusing him of being co-conspirator of this moron. Sounds embarrassing, really. There isn’t no one around right now, at least. 

“ Not that I really care but you could have just paid for it. Seems easier to me. “

“i did pay for it, smartass! ain’t my fault the shit got stuck—” unbelievable. or pretty believable, really, because it’s ogata. narancia cannot take stock in his help.

it dawns upon him that his luck has been conned on all fronts. destruction of public property is becoming less of a concern, and aerosmith far more appealing.

             he’s excited,      &&  shit with hiding it.     his brother was always so damn self sacrificing.   it felt like he did everything for him  — && there was very little narancia could do in return.   it was ridiculous  .  .  .  .  he was only a few minutes younger, damn it !     but somehow,   they’d fallen into these rolls.    but there was no time to think about that shit.    it was his turn to surprise his brother !     he finds him at the restaurant they frequent, half way through a plate of impepata di cozze  when narancia slams his hands down on the table in front of him.                                 “  aye,  aye,   bro !  guess what i got ! come on,  take a guess !  “

                    @naranciao​ !  🍊

the tablecloth's got more checks than a ballot, all red squares on white or maybe the other way around. its easygoing pattern hardly mitigates the assault of wine sauce and finger smudges—a merry slew that panned back to one munching glutton, nose deep in another mussel when the baby brother comes running.

“mmph?” huh? mela had taught them not to talk with full mouths, but table manners were for parties and not even the fun kind. at last he swallows, emptied shell dropping from his lips with an unceremonious clatter. what could it be? he drags his knuckles and palms across a bunched-up napkin.

they find countless, endless, boundless ways to say that they care. lips curl upward at the gesture. his first instinct is to roll it right back; though knowing his brother, he surmises he will have more luck moving mountains.

narancia’s confirmation in that they aren’t being tailed scratches an itch deeply rooted at the base of fugo’s spine. it spurs him to relax a little bit more and the tension visibly bleeds from his shoulders as he reclines further back into the driver’s seat. there’s no urgency or strain in his eyes as they flick up to scan the rearview mirror. precautions.

“thank you, i appreciate it.” these precautions keep fugo focused. more importantly it keeps the two of them safe in the long run. fugo’s the closest thing to a doomsday prepper if anything. though unfortunately, and as much as he trusts narancia and his call… it’s only temporary. he’ll ask again about it later, he know he will, just to make sure.

“go ahead, but if you spill anything it all comes out of your paycheck.”

fugo is one of the few who can play him like a fiddle, intentionally or otherwise. his uttered words of thanks diffuse the rest of narancia's spitfire, begrudging pout setting deeper if only because kindness disarms him far faster than fury. if there’s one thing he isn’t used to, it’s being treated gently.

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. he peeks at a shifting fugo from the corner of his eye. maybe, just maybe, if shunning snoop lets him breathe easier, it’s worth it.

“ I don’t really know what you expected happen stuffing your hand in there.“

Narancia sure is a handful, the type that probably gets into knife fights into daily basis. This time his arm is pretty far up in the vending machine. He just doesn’t think ahead - that’s Ogata’s impression anyway. At least he’d stopped calling him footman. 

“ No. “

“ Try kicking it? That might work unless you’d prefer amputation. “

ogata is a lot of things. right now, he’s right.

the truth weighs heavy on narancia’s one free shoulder, a loud whine escaping him as he wriggles his arm some more. the bright orange bag is suspended just beyond his reach—right at his fingertips, mocking him to the tempo of his hungry stomach!—and it’s taking all of his self-control not to call out aerosmith, shoot the damned glass to bits and be done with it.

“but i wanted my hot cheetos!” is his protest, though it hardly matters at this point. he opens his mouth to condemn that second suggestion, amputation, then shuts it. maybe giorno could—nah.

Dogs. Nier’s never pet a dog in her life, let alone one with a… strange device for a head. Putting that aside, she’s found that most animals don’t like her very much, for reasons she can’t possibly know. Something tells her these dogs would be even less able to communicate that.

“I don’t see why not, Narancia… They wouldn’t be able to bite you or anything, even, so it’s probably safe…” She will, however, remain a respectable distance away.

“Screens…” she repeats. It’s not a word she’s familiar with. “So that’s what they are… I’ve never seen things like that before. N-not the dogs, I mean, the things on their heads…”

He would know far more than her, wouldn’t he? “Narancia, w-what’s Affronted Birds…?”

“mm...” he nods along with her validation, giving the dog and its mechanism another reckoning. a quick glance concluded that there was no maw indeed. nier’s logic, then, was sound enough. he almost wondered why something so obvious had not occurred to him before. the creature seemed like any other dog, quadrupedal and perfectly fluffy from its neck down, but out of sorts for all its easygoing behavior. it was a cartoonish enough eyeful that commercial tycoons could have branded as the latest battery-operated fad.

knowing the city, maybe he will pet the thing when he feels more daring.

“yeah,” narancia replies, in the meantime, “like, uh, the phones they gave us... those have screens.” to speak of the city, it seemed to whisk all types and times into its ranks. that much is why he takes her lack of knowledge in stride, neighborly filling in the blanks where he is able. “it’s just something that shows you a moving picture. sometimes you can touch it to make things move. like affronted birds! see, it’s a game you play on a screen.”

character development questions.039. WHAT DO THEY THINK IS THE WORST THING THAT CAN BE DONE TO A PERSON?

the narancia answer is being abandoned by people you trust, but he knows this varies by the person and how thick their skin is. it’s the worst thing he’s personally gone through, particularly because he is narancia and narancia highly Feels. there’s also the good old gangstar torture; he’s seen his fair share of fucked up shit to get people talking, but maybe more recently he’ll tell you, that being turned into swiss cheese by iron stakes comes a little close. eclipsing everything is the endless death loop, which he is only aware of through giorno, but for narancia there is no debate of giorno’s moral fiber—diavolo brought it onto himself.

049. HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT GROWING OLD?

answered here! ♡

060. WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S ATTITUDE TOWARD EDUCATION AND LEARNING?

he!!! loves!! to learn!!! he’s a curious thing, he is. he just doesn’t like the rigid school system. he doesn’t like how he can’t conventionally understand things like everybody else; it makes him feel stupid beyond all the funnies. i make jokes that botw is the perfect game for him because there’s so many different creative ways to solve the puzzles—he is 10000/10 that fucked up gameplay video of link levitating a whole ass mine cart across the continent instead of properly climbing the waterfall or whatever. he’ll also easily retain knowledge when he’s interested in something!

he’s used to being yelled at or humiliated because he can’t understand something; this is part of why he started skipping class. narancia is smart in ways you have to really dig for, but once he knows how to approach a problem / what methods work for him, he performs phenomenally. i’m getting lazy but this blurb in his personality section sums it up better than i could again:

character development questions.095. NAME THREE THINGS MOST WOULD NOT EXPECT YOUR CHARACTER TO BE ABLE TO DO.

sing, as demonstrated here! he certainly dances, and sure he raps, but narancia can sing-sing; he just doesn’t do it a lot because most of his jams don’t call for it.

clean up! himself, that is. i will absolutely die on the hill that narancia is a handsome young man on top of his being pretty enough to get mistaken for a girl. call him babey all you want (his behavior doesn’t really help his case) but a suit particularly makes him sharper than sharp.

gardening and floriography, at least in his development since last may. he’s still a novice with floriography, learning more every day at the florist’s, but he’s getting the hang of it to where he can sneak little messages in any bouquets for his friends. if he gives your muse flowers, it might be worthwhile to check their meaning just for ooc fun!

096. HOW WELL DO THEY MOVE AND CARRY THEMSELVES? WHAT ENERGY DO THEY PROJECT?

his posture is terrible, but he’s a ball of kinetic energy by far. fluid, reflexive, nimble: for everything narancia is, he hasn’t got two left feet. a little refinement would do him wonders. how he normally carries himself isn’t too impressive; he slouches uninvitingly and doesn’t want to be the center of attention unless he’s putting on a show. to anybody who isn’t a good friend, he tends to close himself off and seem slightly standoffish unless he’s in a particularly good mood. he guards his heart like a scorned stray cat. enough charisma will warm him up, however. to people he has opened himself up to, he is far more receptive and engaging—and suddenly the cat is a puppy.

097. HOW WELL DO THEY ADAPT TO CHANGE?

he’s always been horrible at following plans. giving him elaborate directions is a surefire recipe for disaster. narancia’s style is to wing it (pun unintended), so he takes change like a pro as long as it’s within his abilities! and it usually is. one of his top strengths is innovation, easily adapting to his environment even in life-or-death situations.

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character development questions.008. WHAT BAD HABITS DO THEY HAVE?

answered here! ♡

049. HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT GROWING OLD?

this kind of technically happened. lil boomer