sleepytimejunction | BRUTARO: brutally domestic

With Jotaro at their side, taking on the Boss was much more feasible. In the end, after Abbacchio had obtained Diavolo's face and they met with Jotaro's old friend, they fought with everything they had to defeat him. It leaves Giorno Giovanna to become the Don of Passione, and with his power he is able to free Bruno. Just like that, really. Not to say that there weren't some disappointments from the rest of the team in some way; no doubt Giorno hoped to keep him around as an advisor and friend, but Bruno for once sees a future of himself with Jotaro.

He gives away his small house to Trish for her to use, to escape from the rest of the world if she ever needs to. Narancia promises to go back to school, ends up deciding to stay with Trish and keep her company. To protect her obviously! Narancia claimed, but more that they found friends in each other.

So, Bruno has his bags packed, and he looks outside the window from Jotaro's hotel quietly. It's hard to believe that he's going to be leaving tomorrow. He's never left Italy before, but for once he knows it'll be in good hands.

"Do you think she'll like me?" Bruno asks absently, meaning Jolyne.

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[It's oddly bittersweet, the idea of saying goodbye to Italy after all this time. He'd only intended to be here a day, perhaps two, and now look at him — swept up into yet another adventure, carried along on the undertow of Bruno and his gang, reuniting with Polnareff, and now here at last, it's tapering to a close and Dio's son is the head of the mafia that runs Italy.

That...last bit still gives him the heebie-jeebies, a little, but Giorno's more than proven himself over the last — what is it, even? Two weeks, if that? Fuck.

Still, it doesn't matter. What matters is that Bruno is free, at last. His dream of escaping the heavy leash and collar of the mafia has finally been realized, and there's nothing to hold him here except the bonds of friendship. No chains, no obligations. Just love.

His bag still isn't quite packed, but there's time yet for that. Right now it seems more important to walk over and join Bruno at the window, coming up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist and nuzzle against the side of his head.]

Hmm. I don't know, are you going to spoil her rotten? I bet you are, so I wouldn't be too worried about it.

[Bruno smiles, reaching up with one hand to slide up Jotaro's jawline, the other finding a hand to intertwine with. It's been a hectic time these past few weeks, but completely worth it in every sense. He's never expected that he could actually have happiness around the corner.

And now it's real, his chains broken at long last. It still doesn't feel real.]

How did you guess? I have something for her, actually.

[He turns his head, brushing his lips against Jotaro's, teasing.]

Hair clips, but they look like butterflies.

Of course it's hair clips.

[His fingers slide easily between Bruno's — it feels so natural, they fit so well, it's astonishing that they've only known each other so short a time, when it feels like they've been like this for years. His Bruno; what a satisfying sound. His Bruno, finally free to be as affectionate and relaxed as he wants, because there's no longer a guillotine blade hanging over his neck.]

Last I heard, her mom let her put colored streaks in it. Don't be surprised if she talks your ear off when you bring up her hair.

She and I need something in common so we can connect properly. You can't fault me for that, bello.

[There had always been the desire to become a father in some respect, but for a long time he felt like it was an empty dream. Not that he expects Jolyne to accept him that quickly, but it's at least possible now. There are things he can do, complete freedom. A feeling he never thought possible ever since he was a boy.]

Good. She should tell me everything about it. Such things may seem small to us, but it's her entire world right now.

Oh, is that how it works. Maybe I should get myself some hair clips, too, then. Join this little club you've apparently got going.

[As though hair clips would even stay in his hair, much less how he would wear them around his hat. He could clip them to the brim, maybe? But still, Jolyne would protest. He knows that already, intuitively.

But it's fine. Nothing seems to be any sort of particular problem, not right now. Not while the sky is stained hues of pink and orange around the gradually setting sun, and the warm rays of fading light are making the curtains seem to glow.]

I already know you two are going to gang up on me. I'm already getting myself ready for it.

Ha, what would you wear? I'm sure I could find calamari hair clips if I ask the right people before we go.

[There's a chuckle and he's inviting Jotaro down with a faint tug, kissing him, the contact soft and light before he's giving a playful nip.]

Oh, definitely. You won't be able to deny us anything, not by our powers combined.

Mm. Starfish, maybe. It'd go with the birthmark, yeah?

[He lets himself be tugged down, shoulders bent and spine curved, but soon enough he takes matters into his own hands — quite literally — and scoops Bruno up by the waist instead, lifting him along with him so that he can stand upright and keep kissing him.]

I can't deny you anything anyway. When was the last time you can remember me saying no to you?

Hmm, a good point, but you're a tasty treat.

[Though he inherently knows that Jotaro is strong, he's still startled slightly with a small laugh as he's picked up and properly kissed. Bruno grins into it, draping his arms around Jotaro's neck.]

Oh ho, is that right? I suppose I always suspected, but now I know for sure. How terrible it'll be for me to use this knowledge. You're sure you can trust a criminal like me with it?

Oh, is that why. You like putting your mouth all over some calamari.

[It's so good just to touch him. Just to run his hands over his body, free to hold him, free to pull him close. It's so good to hear Bruno laugh like he hasn't got a care in the world, and know that for once, he probably doesn't.]

Hmm. I guess that depends on what kind of criminal you are, right? If you're a swindler, I might have to be worried. On the other hand, if you're just a litterbug, I'm probably all right.

[He grins, teasing.]

I prefer you over calamari, rest assured.

[It's so strange to not have the weight of everything on his shoulders. Before, he'd bitterly accepted his position, his lot in this life. Knowing how cruel the world was, his cursed situation and the slowly tightening noose around his neck.

Jotaro and Giorno changed that. And now, he's truly a free man. He almost doesn't know what to do, but maybe he doesn't even have to worry about that anymore.

He tsks, nipping at Jotaro's lower lip.]

How rude. I always throw away my trash. Perhaps I will just steal your heart instead.

Ah, but it seems I already have done just that.

Oh. You're a thief.

[Carefully, he sets Bruno back down onto his feet, hating to relinquish the satisfying feeling of holding him, but wanting to be able to touch him more — to catch the ends of his hair between his fingers, to follow the column of his neck and tease at the nip where it meets his shoulder.]

What are you going to do with it, now that you've got it? That heart you stole from me. I bet you've got some terrible plan for it.

[With his feet on the ground, he still finds himself needing to roll onto his toes since Jotaro is that ridiculously tall. He grins at him, tipping his chin up, bumping his nose against Jotaro's.]

I was thinking maybe I'll keep you. Bewitch you into loving me.

Shouldn't be too hard to do. Not for you.

[His green eyes soften, the lines in his face easing. It would be so easy to lose himself in Bruno right now, sweep him up and take him to bed and kiss him until he can't possibly think of anything else, but he's not ready to lose this yet. There's something comforting in just standing still with him, with the light of the setting sun still streaming in the window, letting the reality of it sink in.]

I'd find it pretty hard to imagine. Someone not loving you, I mean.

BRUTARO: brutally domestic

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