[Ozymandias is a grown-ass adult. There is no denying that. Even if one excludes the millennia that lie between his death and the modern era, he still reached the ripe old age of 90. One would then likely anticipate that he would accept that there are some things in life one does not have control over, and looking at hideous little frogs at the behest of the boy you've taken to looking after is sometimes one of those things. If he would just look, it would be over and done with. Giorno would pin it back into place and they could converse. And he'd get the bonus of getting his hot chocolate back.]
[But Ozymandias is not so flexible on these matters and he will not look at such a cursed object. With his hot chocolate gone, Ozymandias folds his arms, only unfolding them to tug at the toy with his sphinx cub before tossing it yet again.]
I have already said another time. My word is absolute and you will obey it.
[Any attempts at pushing it closer to him will result in Ozymandias physically turning and leaning away, keeping his head entirely turned from it. He doesn't swat it away, however, not wanting to touch it any more than he wants to look at it. Even if he has to practically lie down to avoid it, he will absolutely catch himself on an elbow and stay away.]
[...And yes, he will close his eyes in response to more aggressive attempts.]
[Dodging the sphinx cub, ducking under Ozymandias's arms, wiggling in circles around the pharaoh to catch him when he shifts away . . . oh, he keeps keeping at it. He's patently aware of how stupid this is becoming, but frankly? He's fine with that. Sometimes you have to target your surrogate father in order to reduce stress about the political climate.]
[Ultimately, the choice he makes is, once Ozymandias closes his eyes firmly to ward off further attempts to make him see The Frog, to poke the pharaoh lightly in the closed eyeball with it. In doing so, he lightly smudges Ozymandias's immaculate eyeliner, which is enough to make him pause for a moment. Considering remorse. Which in the end he chooses against.]
[There is a little smudge of eyeliner on The Frog's head, shaped like a forelock. He considers this, wipes it off with his thumb, and decides to be smug.]
Heh, [he pronounces, and pins it back on his cloak before handing the hot chocolate back. He's the victor, okay? Okay.]
[The moment the frog touches him, Ozymandias jerks away, eyes snapping open as he covers the assaulted eye with a hand. A small noise of incredulous disgust escapes him as Giorno cleans the foul amphibian of what Ozymandias recognizes immediately to be his eyeliner.]
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[And, dammit, he's been made to look. Ozymandias' lips attempt to maintain a frown, but there is a degree to which they cannot help but upturn into a smile even with as smug as Giorno is holding himself right now. He lowers his hand as the sphinx cub (temporarily) abandons its game of fetch to try and figure out what exactly is going on here between the two of them and if it's missing out on a game.]
I do not tolerate such disobedience. [Ozymandias takes the hot chocolate back when it's offered to him, but simultaneously extends his other hand directly on top of Giorno's head.] Not even from you, Giorno!
[Ozymandias is not as gentle as Giorno was in poking him in the closed eye, but it is only a slight push down that Ozymandias gives his head. It's all for the sole purpose of really getting in there with ruffling up Giorno's hair.]
[There is a moment in which Giorno genuinely feels he’s won. He should know better, of course. Would a true Pharoah ever admit defeat? Highly unlikely. He’s just being lulled into a false sense of security — but it works.]
Oh, you’ll tolerack!
[Squawking, he thrashes out with one hand (the one without hot chocolate in it, mercifully) and completely misses hitting Ozymandias in any capacity. Fuck.]
Hey! Fuck you! [Frantically trying to shove his hair back into order . . . a lost cause, honestly. He shoots Ozymandias a sulky glare.] Why are you such a sore loser?
[Ozymandias demonstrates some mercy, ending his assault on Giorno's hair as Giorno attempts to hit him and thoroughly misses. But he gloats at his obvious victory, laughing at the accusation of being a sore loser.]
Sore loser? If you could see yourself now, I believe you would see that I'm truly the victor here.
[The sphinx has not cracked the code here. There was a lot of movement and loud noises, but nothing seems to have happened other than its master is now laughing, which is usually a positive sound it has learned. With nothing for it, the sphinx clambers into Ozymandias' lap. Almost reflexively, Ozymandias begins petting it.]
Don't worry, Giorno, you have my forgivenenss for touching me with that awful little thing. I will help you fix your hair before you leave. I will not force you to walk outside like that.
[What a benevolent father figure he is.]
[Setting the hot chocolate aside, he does at least attempt to help Giorno smooth the mess back down if he will allow it. It seems the least he can do.]
[Petting the cat, he means. Although really it's not true. Ozymandias looks graceful and beautiful as always, the bastard. Huffing, Giorno slaps Ozymandias's hands away from his hair.]
Stop, you're making it worse! Leave it. [Give him a second while he commits his weird wizardry to make himself look halfway decent again. It's not a fresh-out-of-the-cloud-of-hairspray look by any means, but it also doesn't look like it was recently attacked, so that's a plus.]
[Once he's reasonably satisfied, he flops down on the carpet with a petulant glare and sips his hot chocolate.]
I didn't come here for you to attack me and disparate my gifts, you know. [Sssssssssip.]
[Ozymandias crinkles his nose in mild displeasure at being made to stop helping, but he is not about to sulk over it. He is, after all, an adult by several thousands of years. So, he allows Giorno to take care of his own hair, picking his hot chocolate back up and busying himself with petting the sphinx in his lap.]
[It seems this cat tree is still not going to be completed any time soon due to numerous interruptions from the sphinx it is intended for.]
And I did not invite you here to assault my person numerous times. [Kid smudges his eyeliner, smacks his hands... But setting all that aside, Ozymandias only takes one more sip of his hot chocolate before setting it aside once more. Ozymandias' mood overall does not fade, but his humor does as he levels Giorno with a far more serious look. The matter they are to be discussing is not a light one. And though Giorno may privately accuse Ozymandias of infuriatingly eternal beauty, it is his regality that is perhaps even more long-lasting and ubiquitous in his demeanor. Even while seated on the floor with a cat in his lap.] Ask your questions then.
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[But Ozymandias is not so flexible on these matters and he will not look at such a cursed object. With his hot chocolate gone, Ozymandias folds his arms, only unfolding them to tug at the toy with his sphinx cub before tossing it yet again.]
I have already said another time. My word is absolute and you will obey it.
[Any attempts at pushing it closer to him will result in Ozymandias physically turning and leaning away, keeping his head entirely turned from it. He doesn't swat it away, however, not wanting to touch it any more than he wants to look at it. Even if he has to practically lie down to avoid it, he will absolutely catch himself on an elbow and stay away.]
[...And yes, he will close his eyes in response to more aggressive attempts.]
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[Dodging the sphinx cub, ducking under Ozymandias's arms, wiggling in circles around the pharaoh to catch him when he shifts away . . . oh, he keeps keeping at it. He's patently aware of how stupid this is becoming, but frankly? He's fine with that. Sometimes you have to target your surrogate father in order to reduce stress about the political climate.]
[Ultimately, the choice he makes is, once Ozymandias closes his eyes firmly to ward off further attempts to make him see The Frog, to poke the pharaoh lightly in the closed eyeball with it. In doing so, he lightly smudges Ozymandias's immaculate eyeliner, which is enough to make him pause for a moment. Considering remorse. Which in the end he chooses against.]
[There is a little smudge of eyeliner on The Frog's head, shaped like a forelock. He considers this, wipes it off with his thumb, and decides to be smug.]
Heh, [he pronounces, and pins it back on his cloak before handing the hot chocolate back. He's the victor, okay? Okay.]
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[...]
[And, dammit, he's been made to look. Ozymandias' lips attempt to maintain a frown, but there is a degree to which they cannot help but upturn into a smile even with as smug as Giorno is holding himself right now. He lowers his hand as the sphinx cub (temporarily) abandons its game of fetch to try and figure out what exactly is going on here between the two of them and if it's missing out on a game.]
I do not tolerate such disobedience. [Ozymandias takes the hot chocolate back when it's offered to him, but simultaneously extends his other hand directly on top of Giorno's head.] Not even from you, Giorno!
[Ozymandias is not as gentle as Giorno was in poking him in the closed eye, but it is only a slight push down that Ozymandias gives his head. It's all for the sole purpose of really getting in there with ruffling up Giorno's hair.]
This shall be your penance for defying Pharaoh!
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Oh, you’ll tolerack!
[Squawking, he thrashes out with one hand (the one without hot chocolate in it, mercifully) and completely misses hitting Ozymandias in any capacity. Fuck.]
Hey! Fuck you! [Frantically trying to shove his hair back into order . . . a lost cause, honestly. He shoots Ozymandias a sulky glare.] Why are you such a sore loser?
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Sore loser? If you could see yourself now, I believe you would see that I'm truly the victor here.
[The sphinx has not cracked the code here. There was a lot of movement and loud noises, but nothing seems to have happened other than its master is now laughing, which is usually a positive sound it has learned. With nothing for it, the sphinx clambers into Ozymandias' lap. Almost reflexively, Ozymandias begins petting it.]
Don't worry, Giorno, you have my forgivenenss for touching me with that awful little thing. I will help you fix your hair before you leave. I will not force you to walk outside like that.
[What a benevolent father figure he is.]
[Setting the hot chocolate aside, he does at least attempt to help Giorno smooth the mess back down if he will allow it. It seems the least he can do.]
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You look like a supervillain.
[Petting the cat, he means. Although really it's not true. Ozymandias looks graceful and beautiful as always, the bastard. Huffing, Giorno slaps Ozymandias's hands away from his hair.]
Stop, you're making it worse! Leave it. [Give him a second while he commits his weird wizardry to make himself look halfway decent again. It's not a fresh-out-of-the-cloud-of-hairspray look by any means, but it also doesn't look like it was recently attacked, so that's a plus.]
[Once he's reasonably satisfied, he flops down on the carpet with a petulant glare and sips his hot chocolate.]
I didn't come here for you to attack me and disparate my gifts, you know. [Sssssssssip.]
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[It seems this cat tree is still not going to be completed any time soon due to numerous interruptions from the sphinx it is intended for.]
And I did not invite you here to assault my person numerous times. [Kid smudges his eyeliner, smacks his hands... But setting all that aside, Ozymandias only takes one more sip of his hot chocolate before setting it aside once more. Ozymandias' mood overall does not fade, but his humor does as he levels Giorno with a far more serious look. The matter they are to be discussing is not a light one. And though Giorno may privately accuse Ozymandias of infuriatingly eternal beauty, it is his regality that is perhaps even more long-lasting and ubiquitous in his demeanor. Even while seated on the floor with a cat in his lap.] Ask your questions then.