[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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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.