overjoyed_logs | he stole my wallet affectionately and then i punched his donuts: the log, the memories

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he stole my wallet affectionately and then i punched his donuts: the log, the memories

Who: Giorno & Carrie
Where: some shady westerly market street
When: a couple months ago!
Summary: here it is, the pre-cr mobile, toot toot
Restrictions/Warnings: probably nothing

[ Lately she's been putting together a kind of a uniform. She's not sure what makes it a uniform, exactly, it's not like going out and being places she shouldn't is a job — but it's kind of comforting to think of it that way, to have something to pull on and make things feel official.

She's sort of regretting not having made it a uniform day today.

The action of a chase down a bustling market street caught her immediately, even if she wasn't anywhere near the middle of it. People being shoved, packages going flying, a runner with what had to be two RAC agents in tow. She was after the lot of them in a flash, and then in a few minutes more had darted down a side street, sprung up a fire escape, and followed along overhead, instead. The rooftop highway is just so much more convenient, even if you're just a kid in ripped up pants and a jacket that's seen better days.

It enabled her to pull ahead of the little caravan, pick a corner with fewer bodies all in the way, and leap down about 10 seconds advance of the lead racer. He'd been too startled to avoid her, a with a dumbfounded look that she'd loved being the cause of, and she'd dropped a swift sweep to knock his feet out from under him. Then it was just a matter of standing proudly by as the other two caught up to grab their guy. The pair — one of them seemingly her age, which is something to consider — hadn't stuck around long for thanks, but that was fine. They had a job to do, she figured.

Man, but that was fun. The killjoy business, she thinks for the twentieth time, is really something to look into. But for now she's seated at a nearby outdoor cafe, under the arch of a dry table umbrella, enjoying what she feels is a well-earned coffee. An after-chase coffee. Honestly the best kind. ]

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[ Carrie's attention is on the blond kid almost as soon as he's in sight and visibly headed over. She was mid-sip of the coffee, so she's got plenty of time to finish that off all leisurely and pick out the right reaction.

It's a smile, she decides, and it's in place as soon as her cup lowers again. ]

No sweat. Figure you were a little busy. [ And she shifts, nudging the chair opposite of hers out with a foot under the table. It's an invitation. Her smile curves just slightly up into a smirk. ] Do they tell you guys what he did?

Only the basics. The warrant was level 1 - there's really nothing exciting as to why we needed him.

[ at least, from his perspective, it's not really interesting. giorno shrugs, taking the seat that was offered to him. he orders a cappuccino for himself. ]

You're very agile - it was quite impressive to watch you move over the rooftops. [ although his partner didn't appreciate that - something about westies interfering with the job, though at the end of it he and giorno got what they needed, so it didn't matter much in the end. ]

I'm Giorno. A Killjoy, as you know now. [ when the cappuccino arrives he spoons a whole bunch of sugar into his drink and stirs the sweetened monstrosity serenely. if he didn't have such a tight budget he'd be ordering chocolate pudding to go with it as well. ]

[ He must have done something, she doesn't say, because honestly it doesn't much matter anymore. You get yourself on an RAC list and that's about it for a prestigious life of crime, one way or another. She shrugs off the praise (secretly pleased), preferring instead to watch that sugar shoveled into the cappuccino with cocked eyebrows. At least he knows what he likes.

She starts to answer with a name of her own, and for an instant her lips start to form a different sound than the one she settles on, after a split second of second thinking: ] Robin.

[ It's new, like the kind of uniform. Hard to get into the habit of, but feeling right when she does. She sticks out a hand for a shake. ]

Not a Killjoy, as you could guess. Just someone who notices stuff.

Sometimes, it's good to talk to someone not part of the RAC. [ giorno taps the side of his head with a smile. ] You'll go crazy if all you think about are warrants. Anyway, pleased to meet you.

[ giorno drinks his coffee quietly. sometimes, westerley can be forgiving in moments like these, and that's part of the reason why he can't fully commit to spending most of his time in HQ. it's just a lot nicer to be part of an organized chaos like this town is. as much as giorno dislikes certain memories in it, there'll always be a soft spot in his heart for westerley.

not that this place needs his sympathy. ]

That's rather useful. Do you get paid for it?

[ There's a blunt question. It's a little amusing. ]

For noticing stuff? That'd be an easy gig, never work again. [ But she knows what he means. After another measured sip of her own coffee: ] Sometimes the right person's willing to hand over a little joy for the right info, though.

[ Which is to say: yes. ]

Maybe you could let me know if you ever got some elusive thing or two you're having trouble looking up. I could lend a hand.

Westerley's a maze, [ giorno says thoughtfully. ] I'm familiar with it, but it changes all the time - you know what I mean? So any help will be appreciated, especially since I'm the new guy at work.

In any case, I'll make room for you in my busy schedule. [ noice, giogio. ]

Gee, real thoughtful.

[ The tone drips sarcasm, but honestly, this sounds like a good deal. One more agent connection won't do any harm at all. And though she's pretty sure he's just a level 1, there's no saying he stays there.

She dips a hand to dig through a pocket, and turns up what folds out into her comm. ]

Throw me your numbers, I'll get you mine. [ And, with a glance up over it at him: ] You new to the area, or Westerly?

I grew up here, but I've been busy.

[ mostly work, mostly because you can't really ask giorno giovanna to stay too long in one place and not end up breaking something. he can be quiet, but he's always on the move.

giorno watches her intently, and then takes out his ~~stinky carrier pigeon~~ comm as well, displaying his numbers for her. ]

Most of the time, though, I'm in town. My family still lives here.

[ She taps in the numbers with fingers obviously used to working quick with tech, fires off a quick ping so that he'll have her number in turn, and tucks the comm away again as quick as it'd popped out. ]

Musta been pretty busy.

[ Not that she'd blame anyone for not knowing the city as well as she does; she makes it a special task to do just that. But since she's not here for smalltalk, her coffee is done, and she's got about a hundred things left to do today, she pushes up from the table with an easy smile. ]

Call me if you want a refresher. Or, y'know, anything else. Gotcha covered. [ For a price, obviously. You don't make a living handing off free info to anyone who asks. ]

I will. [ he looks at his comm for a bit, and then frowns, as if he remembers something. ]

Actually, I might need your help right now. Do you know where I can get some vials? Glass or plastic, though plastic would be ideal. I need about four or five.

If you can direct me to the place, I'll give you enough for lunch.

[ For what is the question immediately at the tip of her tongue, unasked. If she really wanted to know, she'd find out herself. The results of research are way more reliable than asking. ]

Stone Apothecary. [ She stands poised to go, half turned, and the answer comes quick and without much thought. This one's easy. ] Twenty blocks East from here, 20th and Stone. The owner gives a discount if you compliment his outfit.

Luckily, I'm very good at that.

[ he's grateful that she doesn't ask too many questions; though he supposed that being an infobroker is kind of like that, lots more opportunities to listen and watch than there is to ask questions. giorno tilts his head to the side, trying to remember which store that was - all of them look the same after a while - ]

Twenty blocks. [ he sighs. ] Well, I guess all that sugar has got to go somewhere. Do you mind going with me?

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[ Good at compliments, but maybe not so good at directions. She cocks her head, an amused look pulling into the arch of her eyebrows and the tug of one corner of her mouth. ]

Liking my company that much?

[ maybe. maybe. giorno smiles easily, slipping his hands into his pockets as they walk. ]

Very much so.

[ westerly is never truly empty of people, whether it be daytime or nighttime, and that's perfectly fine for giorno. the hustle and bustle of the city, its viciousness, the way it swallows up its citizens and spits them out in its own form - he admires it, he loves it. it's different from the way the RAC moves and conducts its business, although he has a certain appreciation for that too.

the key is walking like you've always belonged here, and that's not hard for giorno. after all, he grew up in this place too. as much as he'd like to just focus on his dreams, a part of him still remembers the part of westerley he grew up in before he and dio ran away. ]

[ She doesn't buy it, of course, and doubts he's really that bad with directions. He found his way back to her after his bounty, right? It's something else, then, but she's not too worried. She can handle herself.

She flicks a glance down at her wristwatch, considers the time against all the things still yet to do, against lunch money. Well, lunch money and that much stronger a connection with a potentially handy guy. In the end, that's what makes it balance.

So she starts them forward at a quick clip, moving easy down the way like she's walking through her own living room. It just happens to be filled with all the colorful characters Westerly has to offer. She tends to slide through the foot traffic rather than push through it, people half the time not even realizing she's there. ]

Got any bounties coming up after this? [ She's not usually one for conversation to fill a silence, but this is a pretty legitimate topic, and the question comes with a curious, sidelong glance. ]

[ he has to speak a bit louder considering the noises in the city: ]

I'm planning to take one more. And then maybe drop by a friend's house, before heading back to HQ.

[ weaving in and out of traffic is a skill, and giorno notes that she's quite good with it as well. interesting. for someone who probably is just as new to the job as he is, she's got talent beyond the info broking, and giorno is looking forward to the two of them working together.

which is why he catches up to her to the next turn, despite the traffic around them, and then he disappears from the crowd. a slight tug from her left side and then he was gone, giorno slipping into the crowd west of them and putting on the hood from his sweater as he makes his escape. ]

[ This —

— Is not something she was expecting. Carrie freezes, uncomprehending for a few seconds, but there's no way around it. She knows even before her hand shoots to that left pocket what she'll find, and she's right. She's down a wallet, and Giorno is gone.

Well, not gone, no one is ever really gone. She feels a brief flare of annoyance, overtaken pretty quickly by sheer incredulity. Really? Really?

Then Carrie's gone, too. She darts into one of her favored alleys, bounds off a dumpster, flips onto a drainage pipe, and hauls herself up to rooftop level: her favorite. This time it's pure irritation that fuels her more than the thrill of the hunt. She takes about ten desperate seconds scanning the area before she spots Giorno, the pattern of his sweater just vanishing around a corner.

Then she's off after him, running low to the ground, keeping her silhouette hidden. When she hits him, she doesn't want him to see it coming. ]

[ he should've marked her. then again, there's a thrill in being hunted, in seeing how good she is in finding her way through the city again. she's probably moving through a higher vantage point right now to try and find him, she's probably gunning for a quick route up in the roofs because there's no traffic there, at least. giorno moves from building to building in tight sidestreets, discarding his sweater in one alley only to emerge wearing a cap from another building as he makes his way through the maze of buildings and people. he runs the way dio would've run when he doesn't want to be caught; maybe he should've paid more attention to him, he muses. then this wouldn't be so difficult.

store. building. an empty, boarded-up apartment. a bar. a fight. human traffic through the streets that practically ignore the lights. it's true that giorno doesn't quite know westerly since he's been traveling away from it all the while, but it's familiar enough that he knows when and where to move. ]

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[ He's good, there's no doubting that. And while this is sort of a new experience, flying over rooftops and hunting someone actively avoiding her -- it still feels strangely like she knows just what to do. She's stopped questioning feelings like that. She just acts.

She nearly loses him when he takes an unexpected side door, but not for long. She's back on his trail again in seconds, leaping an alley and catching herself in a mad scramble on the other side. She always just makes those jumps.

And finally, when he turns a corner where the crowds thin and no one has much business, Robin spots her chance. She calculates, trusts, and then leaps. Straight into empty air, silent above him, poised to land feet-first directly into the small of his back. And light she may be, but even a light projectile has some force to it. She's counting on that. ]

[ talk about unexpected. the moment he feels her feet hit his back giorno only has a split second to make a decision as to how he chooses to fall: flat on his face, or on his side to spare his face directly. he falls on his side instead, arms over his head as he rolls away from her. he scratches his lip on the concrete; giorno grins, still in good humour, as he establishes some distance between them. ]

That was quick.

[ they're given a wide berth; westies are more interested in watching a fight than stopping it, after all, but a fight between two kids isn't exactly worth cheering or staying for. ]

[ Robin lands in a crouch and springs lightly up to a more ready one, eyeing him with a twist of as mild a frown as she can manage. Not keeping up the chase after getting hit changes things a little. Is he making this a fight, or is this something else entirely? ]

Guess I wanted that lunch money you promised.

[ She straightens a little more, the frown fading back into a wary neutrality. ]

Weird move, getting me your digits then making off with the wallet.

Weird move, [ giorno repeats, agreeing with her. ] But not entirely unexpected?

[ he feels blood dripping from his mouth; he's been careless, he thinks, and his brother will laugh at him. that's alright. giorno wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, cool as a cucumber. he glances around them. from here to another busy street it'd take him a few blocks of weaving and darting through buildings, and that's if she doesn't get a headstart first - which he suspects she will - or if he doesn't get into a fight for breaking and entering - which is likely, but he's got the RAC to think of. they likely wouldn't want a level 1 brat who's in the company's books right when he's just fitting awkwardly around the edges.

well, then, if those are his choices ....

he shrugs, and withdraws her wallet from his pocket; out of courtesy, he adds the lunch money, as promised. he gives it to her. ]

I'll keep your digits.

[ She watches him carefully, tracking each movement he makes, even as he holds out the wallet. A dozen traps start that way. But whatever she sees in him, it doesn't set off any alarm bells.

She shifts forward to take the wallet and makes it disappear back into a pocket (a deeper pocket this time, in her jacket). Giorno gets the close scrutiny for just a couple seconds more before her balanced and readied hold rolls into something more casual. Hands pocketed, stance narrower. She's not not ready to move, but no longer broadcasting the fact. ]

Maybe you should lose 'em, spud. [ no one says that, why does that slip out sometimes... But more importantly:

Why would she want to help out a wallet thief? Not to say she wouldn't, of course, she'd let go of a grudge with a decent reason for it. It's the reason she's looking for. ]

[ he can feel the wallet disappear. probably has something to do with the blood on his fingers that caught onto her wallet, but. details.

an explanation for his part is expected. he supposed it's his turn to talk. giorno tilts his head to the side, and then, murmurs, ] It's one thing to live in Westerly, it's another to be able to live with it.

I don't think you're older than me. But you move in this city the same way I do, so - someone must've taught you, the way I had to learn things before I sold my soul for a couple of warrants. [ that's a bit dramatic, but you get his drift. ]

The rest of it's just - [ a shrug. ] I supplement my income with side jobs. Like I said: not entirely unexpected.

I won't bother you anymore, Robin. [ a pause. ] At least, I won't be stealing your wallet anymore, there's not much in it to begin with anyway. [ wow!!! ] Is that your real name? Well, it doesn't matter. It's nice. Like the bird, I guess. Or just a nickname for the more stately version of the name. [ that is, robert. ]

[ So there was a plan to it. A test. Well, that, or he's good with excuses on the spot. Either way he's going to be someone to watch, that's for sure. She listens quietly, the same way she does anything, and his words dissipate her irritation.

After all, it'd been kind of fun.

Only when he gets to the speculation does she speak up: ] It was a guy in a story. Robin Hood.

[ Maybe he knows it. She barely remembers it herself, the story feels like something she'd heard in early childhood and forgotten most of. But she remembers the gist, enough that the name had appealed to her when she got around to picking. ]

Or the bird. [ That's with a little glimmer of a smile back again. ] Whatever helps you remember it. Call me, maybe you can keep hands off next time.

[ And she won't mind a next time. She expects it, even. He's an interesting guy. ]

A guy .... wasn't he a fox? [ maybe he's confusing things, who knows.

giorno looks a bit more relaxed, discarding the hat to the side - he was never really one for hats - and fluffing his ornate curls again, before slipping his hands back into his pockets as he smiles at her and leaves. ]

But sure. I'm always around.

[ he'll probably need to stop by ignis' place to get food now. that's alright, he gained something in return.

( in other news, he'll see how far the tracking can keep up until it disintegrates and fades from his mind. that's interesting, too. ) ]

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