[He most certainly does not think to look up. Polnareff spends a good deal of time scouring the library, weaving through shelves and squinting down aisles. But there's no sign of Kakyoin, and so it's the arcade he next tries. Nor is Kakyoin there, and he's not at the market, and he's not even in the house, not the shooting range nor the kitchen nor any of the showers.
Which is when and where Polnareff tries a new tactic. It's been hours he's been looking for his friend, and he's seen neither hide nor hair of him. Clearly Kakyoin was the fucking hide-and-seek champion when he was a kid, because Polnareff hasn't even come close to finding him. He doesn't have much patience to begin with, and his has entirely run out.
So best to take a new approach. Which is: he lets himself into Kakyoin's room and sprawls out on his bed. He's armed with his Sammy Sosa biography, he settles in, waiting for the inevitable. Kakyoin has to come back sometime.]
[...Well yeah, sure he does. Eventually waiting around on rooftops did get a little old. After the past hour spent no further away than the roof of the house Polnareff had so carefully searched, the balcony door was unlocked by a familiar silver-green Stand that snuck underneath it. Sure enough its user dropped down onto the balcony and walked into his room,laughing quietly to himself-]
[He doesn't rush Kakyoin. That would be a mistake. But he sits up, eyes narrowed. This is like a hostage exchange; you can't make any sudden movements. He's gotta be like-- shit, he's gotta be John McClane. He's gotta be sneaky and get his earrings back.]
This was between me and him, I can't believe you allied with him! With him!
With who? You have to be specific, Polnareff--how else am I supposed to know what I'm apparently being accused of? Certainly you wouldn't be offended that I borrowed your earrings, after you've stolen mine so many times.
I'm not siding with anyone. I was politely asked for help with a problem, and in the interest of keeping a good relationship with the mafia I agreed to give my assistance.
That's unfortunate. [It was very, very hard to keep from laughing and that was starting to show on his face.] I can't just hand them over without getting my own back in return.
[No. No, you know what, he has run around this city all day. He's not about to go all the way back out to find Fugo, who has probably left to go hang out with the unicorn in the forest or whatever. He's done. Polnareff falls back, flopping on Kakyoin's bed.]
I'm going to change to strawberries.
[He glances over Kakyoin. His expression is so long-suffering, dear Noriaki. Look what you've done to him.]
I've never had anything but hearts, I might as well just start now, since I'm never getting my hearts back . . .
Well, not seriously. But-- I don't know, he was telling me a while ago about how I don't like him in the future, and I told him that's stupid, because I like him a lot now. But he didn't look convinced, so I thought maybe this'd help prove it. I didn't expect a hostage exchange!
I'm proposing a hostage exchange because I like you and I think it's funny. What makes you think Fugo's idea of friendship with you is that different from mine?
[in other words: heaven help you there are two of them.]
Wha-- why the hell would I look up! You're not fucking Batman, why would I think to look up on the roofs! Jesus, is that where you've been! At the library and the arcade and all that, but on the roof?
[Kakyoin held up one arm and let Hierophant coil around it from his elbow to his hand, a look on his face as though that method should have been blatantly obvious from the start.]
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Which is when and where Polnareff tries a new tactic. It's been hours he's been looking for his friend, and he's seen neither hide nor hair of him. Clearly Kakyoin was the fucking hide-and-seek champion when he was a kid, because Polnareff hasn't even come close to finding him. He doesn't have much patience to begin with, and his has entirely run out.
So best to take a new approach. Which is: he lets himself into Kakyoin's room and sprawls out on his bed. He's armed with his Sammy Sosa biography, he settles in, waiting for the inevitable. Kakyoin has to come back sometime.]
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[...Well yeah, sure he does. Eventually waiting around on rooftops did get a little old. After the past hour spent no further away than the roof of the house Polnareff had so carefully searched, the balcony door was unlocked by a familiar silver-green Stand that snuck underneath it. Sure enough its user dropped down onto the balcony and walked into his room,laughing quietly to himself-]
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You gave up already?
[come on he was having fun.]
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[he asks, with a positively evil smirk and emerald hearts hanging from his ears.]
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This was between me and him, I can't believe you allied with him! With him!
[SNEAKY AS FUCK]
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[He jabs a finger towards him.]
We've fought together. We've bled together. I made dinner with you! And yet you side with him!
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[He finally sets his book down.]
Give me back my earrings.
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[With that same menacing smirk, Kakyoin held his hand out.]
Do you have mine?
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[Oh. Oh, and he finally springs to his feet.]
Oh, like hell!
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I'm going to change to strawberries.
[He glances over Kakyoin. His expression is so long-suffering, dear Noriaki. Look what you've done to him.]
I've never had anything but hearts, I might as well just start now, since I'm never getting my hearts back . . .
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[He hoists himself back up on his elbows, his grief-stricken expression fading into something far more honest.]
He was supposed to text me or just come yell at me, and we'd argue and I'd laugh and he'd get to like me more!
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[Kakyoin folded his arms, briefly confused.]
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[in other words: heaven help you there are two of them.]
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I didn't want to assume he was that mean. A guy gets offended, you assume something like that about him.
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[Kakyoin shrugged and sat down on the bed, fairly secure in his own assumption.]
What, don't tell me you've finally gotten sick of the incessant teasing?
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[Like, he was prepared for some, but not this.]
I had plans today, you know. Dreams. Hopes. Ridley might've met her siblings today, maybe, if I felt like it.
[A beat, and then:]
Don't make me go all the way back to him.
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[Kakyoin held up one arm and let Hierophant coil around it from his elbow to his hand, a look on his face as though that method should have been blatantly obvious from the start.]
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