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Polnareff tried to block out the sound of his alarm clock with the pillow,to no avail.

“Oi,oi,oi.Silver Chariot,make it stop!” 

His stand seemed very happy to oblige,promptly slicing the clock with two flicks of his sword. The beeping died instantly,a few small red hot metal shavings now scattered over his night stand.

He groaned,wondering if he could use Chariot to pull him out of bed.

Polnareff had always had problems with that.

Either he couldn’t get out of bed,or he couldn’t get in bed . Mon dieu,Chariot. he thought,eyeing the sliced clock,and the small burn marks the metal shavings had left on the wood. He sighed .

 Another 5 bucks gone. 

He got up,wearing only boxers,and headed over to the kitchen area. 

He made himself some cereal,staring out the window. Scratching his navel, he felt the stiff short hairs trying to make a happy trail. Eh,I’ll have to shave again. He looked down his boxers,trying to decide whether he was too hairy again or not.

He’d always felt a bit self conscious about his body hair, even though it was nearly invisible. He was afraid of looking like an old man down there,even though none of his lovers had ever said anything about it. 

I better take a better look. He went over to the bathroom,taking his boxers off and flinging them behind him. He took himself in his hand,closely looking at it.

Well,it’s not that hairy. I’ll wait a few days,yes. 

He got in the shower,not bothering to close the curtain. That way,he could see himself in the mirror. He winked at himself while he shampooed his hair,before slapping his ass. Damn,look at this booty. 

Once he had toweled himself dry, he went over to his bedroom. He put on some clean boxers,jeans and a tight black tank top. He searched for his heart earrings,looking under the bed and on his jewelry box before remembering he’d taken them off yesterday night while he was cooking dinner.

He checked his phone while he single handedly put on his earrings. He still had some time left before having to go open up the shop. Normally,he’d just chill out on the couch, practice handstands,cook up some recipe,whatever buttered his french toast.

Not today.

Today,Jean Pierre Polnareff was a man on a mission. He grabbed his wallet,phone and keys as well as a jacket. Humming ‘Pretty Woman’ to himself,he made his way down the avenue. 

His workplace wasn’t that far from his flat,just a few blocks away. 

Half hidden between a kebab place and a small and humble hotel called ‘Enyaba’s Inn’ was Polnareff’s pride and joy,even if he wasn’t the owner. 

The sign simply read ‘ Hairdresser’s ’ in black,thick letters. The metal shutter was covered in graffiti,from decently depicted dicks to those weird signatures that were barely legible. In so far,Polnareff had deciphered two,one with a green and silver color scheme which read ‘HIEROPHANT GREEN’ and another one,purple and blue with a simpler message: ‘STAR PLATINUM’.

 Both were very close to the handles you had to grab in order to pull the metal shutter up,which made Polnareff think that whoever had sprayed those messages would have been laying on the floor.

For some reason,he always thought it was the modern day equivalent of carving your and your sweetheart’s names on a tree.It made him smile like a fool most mornings when he saw it,hoping he’d find someone with whom he could vandalize public property as a sign of their undying love for each other.

Sherry's  right. I am a hopeless romantic. 

His little sister was always right,he thought as he pulled up the metal shutter and unlocked the front door,stepping into the empty salon. I guess I should pay her a visit someday . 

He turned on the radio,choosing some random music station. He would have loved to tune in to some french station,but the dingy radio only picked up local frequencies.

He sang along anyways

 “And she told me to walk this waaaay,talk this waaaay”,moving his hips and acting almost as if he was an exotic dancer teasing somebody. Work it yeah. He didn’t mind anybody seeing him,not that it was likely anyways.

Once the song finished,Polnareff moped and sweeped the salon floor,using the water in the mopping bucket to also clean the shop’s sidewalk. The sun shone quite brightly,reflecting on the pavement and the salon’s floor. It’ll be dry in no time. 

While he waited for it to dry,he sat on the small step that lead into the shop,smoking a cigarette and staring at the tree on the other side of the road. 

Once he deemed the floor was dry,he looked at his phone. He still had an hour before it was the official opening time,30 minutes more than usual. He made sure everything was in its place and ready for use,before sitting down on a chair in the backroom,in front of a bust with afro hair. He already had his apron on and everything,with his name embroidered in it in silver colored thread,his front pockets full with the specific rat tail combs he would need for his client.

He started sectioning the bust’s hair,going with the style that was the hardest for him,cornrows. He was about to finish his first row when he heard the bell chime again from the front of the shop. 

That must be him.  

He quickly wiped his hands on a nearby towel,made sure his hair was in place and went to greet the customer. 

His breath nearly stopped when he saw him.

Damn. 

He swallowed,hoping he wasn’t blushing too noticeably. He looked at the appointment book lying on the desk,acting as if he didn’t know his name already and hadn’t been sounding it out under his breath for a good part of the morning,making sure he could pronounce it perfectly. 

“Muhammed Avdol?” 

The man tsked,with the most beautiful smile Polnareff had ever seen. 

“Yes,I am.” 

He was wearing brown pants which hugged his thighs,in a way that made Polnareff want to lay his hand on the inside of one of those godly knees and slowly travel upwards. 

He wanted to get rid of that shirt,he wanted to fucking taste him and feel him and stroke him, he wanted to lick his skin and hear him moan and- 

“So…” Avdol was looking at him,eyebrows cocked and looking a bit surprised.Polnareff wondered how anybody could be so beautiful.

Snap out of it before you get a hardon,idiot. 

He let out a nervous chuckle. 

“Of course,of course...Sorry. Please sit down.”

He led him to an armchair, and quickly passed a cape around him,tying it to the back of his neck.

Avdol let down the messenger bag he’d been carrying,but the bag toppled over,spilling a book,a few notebooks and a badge on the floor. 

Polnareff picked them up before Avdol could. 

Squatting,he handed the books and notebooks to him. 

He couldn’t help to glance at the badge,which displayed in proud bold letters: “ KING’S COLLEGE LONDON - STAFF- DR.MUHAMMAD AVDOL ” and a few more ID numbers and classifications. There was a headshot of him,smiling for the camera. 

“So,a doctor,I see.” Polnareff said while handing the card back to Avdol. 

The man simply smiled and shrugged,placing it back inside the messenger bag,securing the straps so that the books didn’t fall out again. He left it on the floor again,and looked at Polnareff through the mirror,a cue that practically screamed ‘Stop wasting my time’.

“Shall we get started?”

 Avdol nodded,removing a white hairband he’d been wearing. A multitude of box braids tumbled upon the man’s shoulders.

 “They’re quite old already. I know I told the assistant I wanted them turned into cornrows,but I’ve changed my mind. You talked with the assistant,right?”

Polnareff gave a small chuckle. “Well,you see,I am the assistant...”  

Avdol laughed nervously.

 “Oh,I’m sorry,I can be quite forgetful at times. It’s funny,I’d think I’d remember a voice as nice as yours.”

Oh la la . 

Polnareff couldn’t help a carefree laugh,as warm as he felt inside it was impossible not to. “Don’t worry at all.It’s ok,I get it all the time.”

Avdol insisted. “No,I swear, you do have a nice voice”

Oh my,maybe he is interested. Damn,I’m lucky. 

 “Aww thanks. At this point you’ll make me blush. But don’t expect a discount just because you fed my ego,eh?”

They both shared a hearty laugh. 

Polnareff treaded his fingers between the box braids,gently untangling them.

“So  what did you have in mind then? Twists? Another set of box braids? ”

“Just letting it down and trimming the dead ends” Polnareff didnt look up at all,nodding. 

“Ok,I’m going to start unboxing them. Remember to smash that like button and subscribe.” They both chuckled again.

  Oh I’d smash that if you’d lemme. 

They spent a few minutes in silence,Polnareff letting the extensions fall to the ground,and placing the small rings Avdol had in his braids into the counter in front of him. The sun was shining through the displays and illuminating Avdol sideways,he looked beautiful. 

This had happened loads of times. Falling in love with a customer,I mean. Gotta help the author a bit,y’know. She isn’t the best at exposition sometimes. He looked upwards and winked at Alejandra (the reader) ,shattering the fourth wall in the process. 

Anyways,where were we? 

Ah,yes. 

It wasn’t weird for Polnareff to become infatuated with a stranger,even if he knew it was hopeless. 

He didn’t mind it. He’d get sad sometimes,one of the things he was the most afraid in life was being all alone,abandoned and forgotten. That fear appeared when Sherry was assaulted,when he was at her bedside in the hospital,feeling as if he was the only one left in the world as it shattered around him. And it never really left me. And probably-

“Baby I’m howling for you”

  Wait,what?

 “Pardon?” Avdol simply smiled. “Sorry,I didn’t notice I was singing. It’s a habit..” He pointed upwards.

Polnareff must have had the dumbest look in his face,because Avdol tried to explain the situation as clearly as possible.

 “The song . I love The Black Keys” 

Polnareff slowly nodded. “Oooh I see,I see. You know I saw them live once? 24th of January,2011,Lille.We drove 12 hours in our parents’ car to get there.”  He stated proudly.

“No way” Avdol cocked his head,looking at him through the mirror like a curious puppy.

He had a subtle smile,Polnareff realised,like the Mona Lisa. He knew he himself was grinning like a fool,but he couldn’t help it.  “Yes. Dan Auerbach even signed my chest. It was awesome.” 

They chit-chatted for a while,keeping the banter light.

Polnareff learnt Avdol came from Egypt,and that he was an archivist in the King’s College Royal Archive,the youngest to ever hold that position,as well as the first person of color to do so. 

He’d published his thesis on some subject that Polnareff didn’t even fully comprehend,and was promptly invited to work on the Royal Archive,an opportunity he gladly took. 

“In fact,this is my first day in London. I still haven’t even unpacked my things.”

That’s strange. He seems like the kind that plans everything out beforehand.

He kept combing Avdol’s hair and cutting off the split ends,rat tail comb in one hand and scissors in the other.

He feigned disinterest and a bit of surprise,not even looking “Really? You reach London and you don’t even take in the sights?” 

Avdol shrugged. “Once I’m set,I’ll look around... I got here this morning,visited the Archive and then got here. I haven’t slept in two days.”

 Mon dieu.

“You take your hair that seriously? I’d just head home and go to sleep. Two days without sleeping? That’s crazy!”

 “Yes,yes it is.And there’s still the home stuff to take care of... I think I’ll need someone to help me unpack and assemble my furniture. Do you know anybody local who won’t charge much?” 

Polnareff frowned. He’d never needed help assembling his furniture,and he’d never even considered that it could be a problem for anybody.

 “I’m afraid not, mon ami ”. Avdol nodded,looking just a bit disappointed.

Once he’d finished cutting his hair,Polnareff led Avdol back to the wet station.

Oil,then detangle,then shampoo,then rinse,repeat. Conditioner. Warm,then cold.

It was his mantra for natural hair,which was much more delicate (and beautiful,in Polnareff’s eyes) than regular straight hair.

He grabbed a bottle of Argan oil. “You’re not allergic to Argan,right?” “No,not at all. Go ahead.” 

Avdol leant his head back a bit,resting the back of his neck on the basin’s edge,exposing his throat. He had his eyes closed,and Polnareff noticed the thin line of golden eyeliner he was wearing. It really suits him.  

Once he’d lathered the oil,he massaged Avdol’s scalp,letting the oil set in,careful not to tangle his hair.

Avdol sighed. “You’re going to make me fall asleep if you keep this up.” Polnareff giggled a bit,feeling a blush creeping up his face.  “Oh,come on. You’re just tired.” 

“So it is.”

 Something had been nagging Polnareff since he heard Avdol talk about assembling furniture,along with a random memory of that one book about french swordsmanship Sherry had given him for his birthday. He wasn’t sure what it was or why those two separate events were even linked,but he had a gut feeling that it was important.  It’s got to do with seeing him again,I think. 

As he rinsed Avdol’s hair with warm water and applied shampoo,his brain finally placed all the jigsaw pieces together. 

He felt the same jolt in the pit of his stomach he felt whenever he was about to start a fencing match,or ask someone out.

Here goes nothing.

“Tell you what. I really,really like swords.I’m pretty good with a foil ,you see. Really,really good. And interested.” 

Avdol had turned to look at him,but Polnareff ignored whatever he was going to say.

 “If you find me some books or,really,any information about french rapiers in that Royal Archive of yours,I’ll show you around and help you unpack your things. Heck,I’ll even assemble your furniture.” 

He hoped Avdol couldn’t see on his face how much he wanted him to agree. It had been a spur of the moment proposition,sure,but Polnareff was confident it would work.

Not only was he pretty,Polnareff really enjoyed Avdol’s company,he was a bit quiet but not serious at all,and he loved the way he’d laugh softly. Plus,he was genuinely interested in finding out more about 16th century french rapiers,he hadn’t just made that up. That book Sherry had given him about the origins of french swordsmanship had whetted his appetite on the subject.

He wiped his hand on the front of his apron. Avdol seemed to be considering it,and he didn’t seem too adverse to the idea.

He outstretched his hand,and Polnareff gladly shook it. His hand was warm and soft,and as much as Polnareff wanted to hold his hand to infinity and back,he let go after a few seconds. 

His heart was beating,fast,and he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

They spoke about when they both were free from work,and other smaller details while Polnareff finished working on Avdol. 

By the time Polnareff was french-braiding Avdol’s hair,they had already decided the date,and Avdol had given him his address.

Avdol payed,giving him a hefty tip and a wink,which made Polnareff smile like an idiot for the fifteenth time that day. “Tomorrow,at 9 o’clock.” “Yessir” Polnareff said,feigning a military salute,before grinning again. Avdol looked at him fondly,as the frenchman let out a giggle again. Is it too soon to call him habibi? ,he wondered as he exited the shop.

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Avdol woke up with a jolt,Magician’s Red behind him,instantly ready to attack if need be. 

What was that?

Someone was pounding on the door.

He put on a tshirt,slowly approaching the door barefoot. The doorknob was jiggling,like somebody was trying to rip it out of the wood. 

Magician’s Red made a soft caw,his body igniting into fiery flames. Avdol took a deep breath,ready for the door to bust open at any moment and for the mayhem that would ensue.

There’s no way DIO followed me...But one of his underlings may have. If they want hell,I’ll give them hell.

There were shuffling noises coming from outside the door. 

Magician’s Red’s flames were becoming so intense they lit up the whole room,the early morning light no match for Magician’s Red’s white-hot flames. 

The noises outside the door had stopped. 

Avdol bit the insides of his mouth,feeling his rage fuel Magician’s Red even more. 

Any moment now. In any moment, the man unfortunate enough to seek my death will know how Magician’s Red embrace feels like. 

“Hellooooo? Muhammad Avdol? Hello? Is anybody there?” 

Oh.  

Magician’s Red instantly disappeared,the room going back to its semi-darkness.

  Of course. How could I be so foolish?

Avdol nearly breathed a sigh of relief,all the tension leaving his body instantly. He looked through the peering hole in the door,and yes,there was a man,just like he had expected.
But it wasn’t any blood thirsty stand user,no,the man waiting on his doorstep looked rather harmless,rather... cute .

It was Polnareff,the hairdresser.

Avdol took a deep breath and opened the door,offering an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry,I overslept. Please,come in” 

He had expected the frenchman to be in a bad mood,he knew he would be if anyone made him wait for too long. Instead,Polnareff beamed at him and rubbed his muddy shoes against the doormat the previous owner had left on the doorstep,completely unbothered.

“Oh,its ok,I thought I had the wrong house. C’mere”

Polnareff leaned towards him,resting a hand on Avdol’s elbow and planting a quick peck on each of his cheeks. 

Avdol remained there,petrified like a deer in the headlights for a second.

Wow. That...was very nice…

He touched his cheek as Polnareff took off his jacket,absentmindedly nodding when he asked something Avdol didn’t even fully register. 

It’s almost like if its burning...It’s never felt like this with anyone... Never. 

Polnareff turned towards him,expectantly. 

“Well?”

Avdol acted as if he had been scratching his cheek, as if the frenchman’s chaste kisses hadn’t awoken something in him,something he didn’t even know what to call,something strong,something that felt like it was about to burn his skin,something that would consume him if he wasn’t careful…

He had first felt it in the hairdresser’s shop,a softer version of this heat,while Polnareff gently massaged his scalp,a warmth that couldn’t be chalked up to simple human warmth,it had to be something else. It was alluring,intoxicating,even. He didn’t understand it,and Muhammad Avdol was not a man used to not understanding...That was why he had agreed to Polnareff’s suggestion,curiosity getting the best of him. He needed to know the silver haired man,he realised,needed to know why he made him feel like this,so...Desperate? Yearning for the other man’s touch? So needy? 

Tsk. There’s a word for that. Infatuation. I,Muhamad Avdol,have become infatuated with Mr Polnareff...That’s the only answer. 

Deep in thought,he massaged his temples. That doesn’t explain the burning I feel,it certainly goes beyond any normal sensation. Maybe the work of a Stand? Maybe even my own Stand?  

“Uuuuuuuuh...Earth to Avdol? Hello? Polnareff speaking,I repeat: Earth to Avdol,Polnareff speaking.”

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Polnareff had woken up early that morning,even without his alarm clock. It was still dark,a glance at his too bright phone screen told him it was 05.27 AM in the morning. 

“Ugggggggggh…”. Polnareff rubbed his eyes with one hand,taking his covers off with the other. He sat up on the edge of the bed,feet against the cold floor. Silver Chariot appeared behind him,eyeing the pieces of the sliced alarm clock still laying on his nightstand. 

You wanna play? 

Silver Chariot nodded,and Polnareff flung both pieces of the alarm clock into the air. Silver Chariot sliced the metal fast,as Polnareff focused on the shapes he wanted to give to the clock by sculpting it with his Stand’s sword.

The clock,or what was left of it, fell to the floor with a soft thud,unrecognisable,instead of being two semicircles, it was a pile of small silver cut outs. 

Silver Chariot had worked only on the metal case of the sliced alarm clock,not its innards,the multitude of small plastic pieces and mechanisms scattered across the floor. A lot of the plastic had melted,but Polnareff wasn't bothered by that. I’ll sweep it up later.  

He gathered the small cut outs from the floor and looked at them. 

I’m getting better at this . 

They were paper thin metal shapes: A dolphin,a cherry,a rose,a few stars,a flame and a heart…

They didn’t have much detail on them,he hadn’t had enough time to carve any intricate design before they touched the floor.

Anyways,they’re pretty just the way they are. 

He ran his thumb across the edge of the dolphin cut out,pleased to find it dulled. The last few times he had tried cutting out shapes,he’d always cut the metal carelessly,Chariot had given them a razor-sharp edge. 

There’s nothing wrong with that,Jean-Pierre Polnareff has dealt with steel sharper than that, but they certainly weren’t nice to hold either.

 He had been specially careful this time,making sure the rapier stayed always at the perfect angle. 

He stood up,putting on some slippers and heading to the kitchen,the dolphin cutout still in his hand.

He held the cutout between his lips as he grabbed a broom and a dustpan,then cleaned the mess of plastic and metal shavings he’d made. 

He glanced at his phone. It was 5.40 AM,still too early for the sun to appear. 

He shook his head and looked at the metal cutouts,wondering what to do with them. Windchimes,maybe? Or earrings… I should give the rose one to Sherry,I bet she’ll like it.

As he looked out of the window,he had an idea.

Instead of earrings,I should make key rings. That way,I can give one to Muhammad,I bet he doesn’t have one yet. 

He decided to get to work,if he wanted to gift something to Avdol,it had to be perfect. The man looked like he had refined tastes,he wouldn’t settle for a crude flame design,it had to be up to his standards. 

Polnareff worked for a good hour,following what his instincts told him Avdol would like. 

By the time it was done,Polnareff realised he was drenched in sweat,both from Chariot having to work so tirelessly and delicately as well as from the nerves. The small engraved flame shone in his hand,now much more detailed and lively than before. 

He smiled. Avdol is going to love it.  

He left the key ring on the kitchen counter,took a quick shower and got dressed. 

Putting the key ring in his pocket,he sent Avdol a text: “Omw :P” 

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Avdol was still caught in his musings when the frenchman managed to snap him out of it.

“Earth to Avdol?” 

“Oh,sorry,just lost in my thoughts... I’m still half-asleep. What were you saying?” Avdol scratched the back of his neck,his durag was tickling him. 

“I was wondering if you had a key ring?” 

Avdol looked at him,slightly surprised. A key ring? What for? 

He studied Polnareff,whose ears and cheeks had turned bright red,hands deep inside his pockets. He tried to make eye contact with the frenchman,Avdol feeling his own blush creep up his neck.

He smiled.

What is he up to,hm?

Polnareff was trying his hardest to look calm and collected,and failing miserably. Avdol eyed him up and down,noticing the tight jeans Polnareff was wearing,paired with a black muscle tee that showed his sides,and Avdol fucking wanted to put his hands on Polnareff’s soft looking skin,to look him in the eyes as his hands trailed downwards... 

  He truly is beautiful. And...attractive,in the most delicious way. 

 He tilted his head,eyes never leaving Polnareff’s body. 

“What do you mean,a key ring?”

 He made sure his voice was low and suggestive. 

“Hm? Care to explain,dear Polnareff?” 

The way Polnareff was acting,all shy and flustered but obviously interested in him was getting Avdol really fired up. His body started feeling warm,specially near the pit of his stomach. He was no stranger to sex or lust,but this certainly was something else.

He licked his lips,the exact moment Polnareff looked up to him,right before Polnareff avoided his gaze again,biting his lip. 

“I mean...Nothing,I just-” 

A loud crash interrupted them. 

Avdol flinched,the sound scraping and loud and for a moment Avdol summoned Magician’s Red,thinking another Stand user was after him, before hearing the klaxon and angry voices. It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s nothing. It’s just a car . It’s just a car that crashed into something. It’s ok. You’re ok. 

You’re ok. 

Polnareff was peering into the street. 

“Mon dieu! Some old man crashed his car into a tree!.” 

 Avdol felt a chill run down his spine. He took a step back. 

A Stand was approaching him. It was wearing an armour,the metal shining coldly.

You’re NOT ok. Run. So he was one of DIO’s men all along. And he caught you. He caught you,Avdol...Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

He took another step back, his eyes glued to the Stand in front of him. 

He must have summoned his Stand because of the crash,he must have let his guard down . Was he planning on getting my trust before killing me? Because he was about to get it...

While Polnareff had his back turned to him,seemingly engrossed on the scene on the street,the Stand extended its arm,holding something in his fist. Suddenly,the situation didn’t seem so hostile. The Stand was holding no weapon,afterall.

After a second’s hesitation from Avdol’s side,the Stand opened its fist,revealing a set of small golden hair braid rings,the same ones that Polnareff had removed from his old braids in the hair salon and forgotten to give back to Avdol.   

What? Why? 

Avdol’s eyes widened,taking his braid rings from the Stand. And here I was,thinking I had lost them...What would jid say?  

He smiled at the Stand,carefully placing his braid rings in his pocket. 

He means no harm. 

He bowed his head,a sign of respect. The Stand stood upright,placing its hand on its metallic chest before disappearing. 

Even though it had felt like an eternity to Avdol,his interaction with the Stand had only lasted a few seconds. 

He had to ask Polnareff what the hell was going on. Did he even know he had a Stand? Some Stand users didn’t even realise they had a Stand,instead choosing to believe they were having some sort of hallucination. Avdol had seen more than one Stand user die by their own hand,or killed by their own Stand’s powers by accident. 

He had to be tactful about it. 

Polnareff was outside,helping the old man and a middle-aged woman on unloading their car. A tow truck was nearby,ready to take the dilapidated car to the junkyard. 

Avdol watched the scene from his doorstep. 

He recognised Joseph Joestar instantly. 

It was hard to miss a man as loud and energetic as he was. Watching Polnareff and Mr. Joestar shake hands,he noticed the similarities between the two. Both tall and enthusiastic about life, both strong,both handsome in their own ways. Well,Polnareff is much more handsome than Mr. Joestar,no doubt.

Avdol waved at Ms. Holly,who came running towards him. “Avdol! It’s been so long!” Holly hugged him,letting him go when Mr. Joestar approached.  “Avdol! Old friend,how have you been?”   They shook hands,before Avdol introduced Polnareff to the Joestars. 

Polnareff was beaming,and explained how they were going to assemble Avdol’s furniture (he had turned to Avdol and winked at him,a mischievous look on his face) before Mr Joestar had crashed into the tree.

“And people say women don’t know how to drive!” Holly joked. 

They shared a few laughs,and got each other up to date. Holly was moving into London,to be closer to her son who was studying marine biology. Mr Joestar was going to stay with her for a bit and secure a few business deals,before going back to Italy with Mr Zeppeli.

“I can’t wait to tell my friends from Japan about this! Although finding my way around will be difficult…”  

“Oh,I could give you a tour of the city,madame Kujo! And I promised one to you too,Avdol!” Polnareff exclaimed. Even though Avdol was an avid learner,he knew he’d be studying Polnareff,not the cultural sites. “You did indeed promise me one,although you don’t look like a tourist guide at all” 

He watched Polnareff act offended before laughing heartily ,feeling a strange fondness wash over him. 

How is it possible I am fond of a man I hardly know? 

Shortly thereafter,the Joestars bid their goodbyes and hopped on a taxi,leaving Polnareff and Avdol alone. 

Avdol’s stomach gurgled,reminding him it was 9AM and he hadn’t had anything to eat. Polnareff chuckled.

“D’you fancy some breakfast? I know a good place. My treat. C’mon,go get dressed,you look nice with those sweatpants but I bet you’ll look better without them on...Wearing other pants,I mean.” 

He winked at Avdol,and this time it was Avdol’s turn to blush. 

His mind went blank for a second. 

Polnareff crossed his arms,a sly smile on his face as he watched Avdol’s flustered face. 

Oh how the tides have turned,but I’ll have my revenge...

“Well?”

Avdol gave Polnareff a small smile,which in turn caused the frenchman to give him a big smile. 

“I’ll go change,yes. Wait here”