forgotten but not lost

[Independent AU!Bruno Buccellati RP Account.]

[fiftydaysoffriendship]

A gargoyle?  I do not—

-He isn’t sure what is going on but.-

-But he does learn that friendship is fucking painful.  Oh god.  That grip on his hand.  He is so fucking confused at the moment.  His hand hurts.  His heart flutters or is about to burst out of his chest. But he’s mostly confused.-

I-I see… I have not met… any others quite like you, I do not think…

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-He is quite focused on ensuring the friendship ritual is done properly. This Kakyoin did not seem convinced of their friendship. He seems hesitant. Was he doing somethign wrong? His tongue flits out thoughtfully as he tries harder to shake his hand.-

There are very few of my kind around. But please don’t be scared of me! I am a good gargoyle! And I am really, really happy to meet you! Are you happy as well? Are you OK?

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I…

I honestly have no idea who you are, please… forgive me.

-His eyes wander briefly down between his legs before back up, offering his hand.-

But I am Kakyoin Noriaki, as you said.  Perhaps not the one you know of, but…

[rainyprotector-blog]

I see! Then you are a new Kakyoin Noriaki! I will become your friend once more. 

My name is Bruno Buccellati. I am a gargoyle. I think most of the other kinds of mes are humans or vampires, and one cat, but I am the only gargoyle I’ve found.

It is a pleasure to meet you!!!!!

-With that, he commences the friendship ritual of FIRMLY grasping Kakyoin’s hand and SHAKING VIGOROUSLY UNTIL FRIENDSHIP IS ACCEPTED.-

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gooeyfriend started following you

-INVESTIGATIVE SNOOTING.-

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Rather soaked.

-He dismisses his invisible friend for now, staring at him as if to ask “do you see what is wrong with this picture?”-

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-He has no idea what is wrong with this picture. He doesn’t even seem to realize that it’s his fault this guy is wet in the first place.- 

That’s odd. I don’t know of any bodies of water around here, and it didn’t rain recently...Then again, I don’t actually know where I am. Where am I, Kakyoin friend?

Wait, are we friends? Are you the same Kakyoin? Should we become friends again just to make sure?

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rainyprotector started following you

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You seem to be damp.

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The ghouls are going to be extra active today...

I'll eat very well.

[aurealacrimae]

You think I—?

[He can’t think on that for now—he’s being given the most motivating speech he’s ever heard. And it’s all about giving a strong handshake, of all things. Surely, though, he could do more. Gripping the gargoyle’s hand in both of his, he starts shaking even harder, his whole body bouncing with the effort, his cheeks puffing out and reddening.]

[This is the hardest, most heartfelt handshake he’s ever given. He almost feels like he’s about to bounce off into space with how hard he’s shaking.]

How—is—this?

[He asks in between shakes.]

[rainyprotector-blog]

YE~~~S! Precisely! Exactly! Good!! This is an exemplary handshake! Very, very good!

-He is shaking too. Just this big ass gargoyle being jerked around by such a tiny little bird as this. His tail is wagging with delight, and his eyes are glowing in a rather intimidating display of approval.-

This is the sort of shake that establishes a life-long friendship! We are best friends now.

Thank you very much. Thank you for being friends with me.

And now, I shall protect you always! Promise!

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Bruno…  Are you busy?  It seems like I am always leaving you at home…

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I'm doing just fine, Giogio! I miss your company, but--so long as you always return to me at sunset, I am very very happy!

[aurealacrimae]

… really? You will? I couldn’t ask you to do something like that, I… I’m not worth it, really.

Wow, though… I didn’t think that gargoyles could actually come to life like this. It’s incredible, really. I kind of wonder if the method for making friends is the same as the method for making gargoyles… but I digress.

Ah…

[Hands twitching, he reaches out to take hold of one of Bruno’s hands. He wasn’t sure exactly how to go about this handshaking—he wasn’t very good at being vigorous. But he tries his best, giving him the firmest handshake that a boy his size can give.]

Like this? Or…

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Shhhhshshsh! Of course you are worth it! All friends are worth it!

Now!

-He grasps Haruno's hand in turn, and allows Haruno to deliver the most vigorous handshake he can. Or what he thinks he can. But of course, he must be capable of so much more!-

We must take this very seriously, Haruno. If you want a friendship to be good and strong, you must give a strong handshake! Put your whole arm into it! No, your whole body! Show that you are very serious about friendship! The more intense it is, the more they'll have to take you seriously! And they will appreciate your hard work!

Come on, you can do it! I believe in you! I believe in you so much, Haruno!

Shake! Shake as hard as you possibly can! You can do it!

[aurealacrimae]

[Being petted by the wing of a gargoyle, while odd in itself, wasn’t all that unpleasant. For once, he actually feels like a child being consoled. It felt strange, but again, not unpleasant.]

I’ve seen a lot of scary things. I don’t really get scared by a lot of things anymore—and besides, gargoyles are really interesting. They are guardians, aren’t they? Though, the ones I know probably aren’t as talkative as you.

… friends? I don’t really have a lot of friends. But… I think that would be nice.

What’s this method, though? I’ve never heard of such a thing.

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Oh dear. Scary things, you say? Well, I eat scary things. Don't you worry, I'll keep you safe from anything scary. 

I am a guardian. I eat demons, and I make sure that rain doesn't destroy buildings. It takes one hundred years before gargoyles like me can learn to be sentient, and even then, it takes a certain method of making us...There aren't a whole lot of us in the world.

Now, to make a friend...

First, you must grasp their hand firmly.

Then, you must shake as vigorously as you possibly can! With great strength! Great power! Great determination! And then they will tell you, after several minutes of shaking their arm, that you are friends.

This is the method I've tried and it's worked well so far.

Try it on me.

[aurealacrimae]

[Though he would’ve normally taken a few steps back, he decides not to, just because he seemed friendly enough. His hands grip lightly at the hem of his shirt, tugging it down a bit and rocking on his heels.]

Bruno Buccellati…

[An alternate, of course. Surely, he did not think of him the same way that she would. Curiously, he pokes at one of his arms, looking a bit surprised to feel that he really was made of stone.]

I don’t think it’s weird. It’s interesting, actually. Just meeting humans every day can tend to be a little boring, I think…

As for me, I’m… I think I’m human. I’m not really sure.

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-There. This was fine. Small baby bird voice. The smallest of bird voices. There there, Haruno. He pets the boy's head gently with the tip of one of his wings.- 

That's very nice of you! Thank you. Most people are kind of scared of me at first, so...It's nice to hear I'm not weird.

It's nice to be human too, though.

Would you like to be friends, Haruno? Do you know the guaranteed method of gaining any friend?

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(It seems that when you come home today, your humble little structure has been decorated with flowers and ribbons and all sorts of things. Everything smells rather fresh and delightful, actually! The smell of cake as well as cake ingredients are everywhere. Why, it looks like a celebration! A celebration for you! Happy birthday!)

!!!!!!!!!!

-He looks rather astonished at this sight! Why, he had only gone out temporarily to gather some things, but to come home and find such a lovingly-decorated home...And the smell, and the colors, and everything--it was nice! And...-

-A cake?-

-A cake just for him? Oh my.-

-His tail is wagging just so hard. Where is his Giorno? Where is his Giogio so that he may hug them quite adequately in appreciation for this nice celebration?-

[aurealacrimae]

R-Really, I—I don’t have anything against… woodcocks, you said? I’ve never even heard of such a bird—

[Aaaaand he has been considerably messed with. A bit frazzled, he shrinks down, not really having anything to hide behind.]

… my name is Haruno. You… also seem familiar to me, though… I don’t really know… what you are. You look like you’re made of stone.

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...

-His teasing doesn't seem to have had a good effect on him. With a slightly less energetic voice, he gets down on Haruno's level in a crouch, scooting over to sit nose-to-nose with him.-

It's nice to meet you, Haruno. My name is Bruno Buccellati. I'm a gargoyle, which is why I'm made of stone. Feel my skin--it's weird, right? Or, well, weird to a human, I'm sure...

You're human, right?

[aurealacrimae]

[Well, darn it all straight to heck.]

… no, I don’t. I’m sorry if I said something mean—I didn’t realize that it was an actual language. Forgive me, please.

To be honest, I… I thought we were just making noises.

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That is very rude. The woodcock language is extraordinarily beautiful. Do not be antiwoodcockist.

...

I'm just messing with you.

You seem familiar somehow. What is your name, little one?

[aurealacrimae]

[Sadly, this birdchild doesn’t actually speak bird. But he can try, at least. He tilts his head and tries not to look too confused.]

… wek, wek.

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-He looks offended.-

...I don't have a mother, I'm afraid, and I'm sure that she would not be quite that ugly if I did. Ah, or did you mean wek wek? Hm.

I get the feeling that woodcock is not your first language. Was I wrong to presume this?

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rainyprotector replied to your post:(PEENTING INTENSIFIES)

Ech!

[Never mind that whatever this is bears a striking resemblance to you-know-who—he can’t resist the urge to reply.]

… ech?

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Ech! Wek.

-He appears to be attempting to communicate with the young birdchild.-

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