Set Fire (Diego
What the hell had he done? Fighting with Diego over something so stupid as a stupid crush on Gyro and then going and kissing said crush while he was in the bathroom helping him dye his hair? The two of them hadn’t spoken about the incident since and the fighting had just gotten worse. To be fair Johnny had tried to stop it. He had, tried to be the bigger person and just let Diego rip him a new one, but he had his own problems with temper.
Which was why he was at the tracks in the stables. Slow Dancer bent her neck down to press her nose against Johnny’s face to demand affection and treats. ”Yeah, yeah. I got something for you right here,” he told her with a slight chuckle as he opened his palm to show off a treat which she took gratefully.
With a quiet sigh, Johnny reached up and began to brush her coat (what parts of it he could reach). ”Why can’t people be more like horses?” he grumbled.
There had been words amongst the small crowd at the stables that Johnny Joestar was around -- or at least, someone fitting the Joestar's appearance. It hadn't taken Diego very long to find out, though it did take significantly longer for him to actually approach.
After the argument back at the apartment, tensions had been almost unbearably high. Bouts of bickering and snapping and fighting broke out over the simplest of things, to the point where he himself was starting to grow increasingly tired. Most of these petty arguments ended up in both parties stalking off to different parts of their home to stew and simmer down, which, in turn, resulted in Diego doing a lot of thinking lately.
Thinking about him. And the past. And Johnny, and Gyro. And Johnny and Gyro, and perhaps, just maybe, the slightest chance that he had been perhaps just a little bit wrong.
And honestly, for the sake of everyone's sanity, the fact that this feud needed to stop.
There had been plenty of times before now, places that weren't in the public eye for example, that he could have done it. Just went up to the Joestar and admit he done something wrong for once in his damned life. But he'd always backed out last minute, and everything continued to go unsaid.
But this time, in what could be possibly the worst place for yet another argument to break out, he was determined to do it. And at the very least, there was nothing for Johnny to launch at his face, unlike the smashed up mug that had collided with the wall instead.
After finishing his business; Silver Bullet stabled and fed, begrudgingly handled by the best workers the stables had to offer so he could find Johnny as quickly as possible before he disappeared again, Diego had eventually stumbled across his roommate tending to his own equine companion, a soft snort of mild amusement escaping as he watched him feed her some of the treats from his palm.
It had taken a few seconds for him to even signify his arrival, distracted momentarily as he watched the two in a sense of peace and quiet that had been missing since Gyro first ever showed up, before eventually piping up at Johnny's rather ridiculous question.
"What? Sturdy, and easily swayed with a sugar cube or two?"
Not quite getting to the point, but it gave him a chance to gauge the other's emotions and attempt to steer this conversation in the way he would like.
