text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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[digiorno]

[Ah. This is . . . the best blanket he's ever seen. Admittedly he might not think that if it wasn't coming from Ramir, given that his tastes usually run to one bajillion thread count nonsense, but the robot wolf moon blanket is objectively pretty cool in a weird way. And it is coming from Ramir, which makes it the best thing ever.]

[He takes it with deliberately exaggerated reverence and wraps it around his shoulders immediately.]

This is the best blanket in the universe. [A beat.] Universes. Grazie.

[heavyhitter]

[ That gets a laugh, as she plops back down again next to him. He's precious, what a top notch recent addition to the team. ]

Don't worry about it. [ She's switched to Italian, just because she can, and pauses just long enough to pull off her magitek bracelet and toss it away, to kill the auto translation function. Her various storytimes on the network can take a break. ] Anyway, makes sense you'd get the best one, right? We know our storytelling shit.

[digiorno]

[Ah. A good idea. Ramir is a genius. But he knew that already. He pulls off his bracelet as well, tucking it away in a pocket before snuggling back into the blanket.]

Well obviously. Nobody else should have even tried, really.

[And then Giorno gets a look that is fairly infamous in the shady corners of Napoli by this point. It's the Nosy Look™.]

Who gets the kitten blanket?

[heavyhitter]

[ Oh, she definitely knows a look like that; she recognizes it from the mirror. If this kid is a fellow gossiper, she's gonna love him just that much more. ]

Sigma. He's... [ She glances around, looking for the familiar silhouette, and... fails to find him in the immediate area. Oh well. ] He's somewhere around here. Tall, dark hair, incredibly American but still really easy on the eyes.

[digiorno]

Oh, well. That makes up for it.

[The American-ness. It makes up for the American-ness. Which is nearly a deal-breaker.]

Point him out to me sometime. Unless I see him first because he's wearing a kitten blanket as a cape. [That's a thing Americans do, he's pretty sure.]

[heavyhitter]

[ She snorts. She wouldn't put it past him, which is one of the reasons she likes him so much. ]

I'll tell him to make himself obvious. And honestly, he usually is -- if he's not in the cape then just look for the guy taking orders from Pepper, the fat tabby cat.

[digiorno]

. . . That's cute.

[If he didn't approve before, he does now. Not that it's his business, but also: he doesn't care if it's his business.]

You can take a cat around with you?

[heavyhitter]

Sure, it's no problem.

[ And yes, it is adorable. Then it occurs to her that she has some good news for Giorno that she just realized he probably isn't aware of... ]

I didn't find Sancho here, you know. She's from two worlds back. She comes along where ever.

[ you too can own and cart around your own giant spider, little one ]

1/2

[digiorno]

What.

[digiorno]

I can't believe I missed the giant spider planet!

[WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK]

[heavyhitter]

[ She snorts, amused, and adds a shake of her head. ]

Nah. If anything, this is giant spider planet. I found her in this Hawaii-looking place, I don't think she was native.

[ a gift from ALASTAIR?? she's still not sure, tbh. ]