<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

On the topic of one of the most mysterious famous people in the world, according to Donnie the only people with answers, were Senjumaru Shutara and Dre, his own nickname for Dreameater. "Shutara not saying anything. We been asking for ages, she never answers a direct question about her. Never leave her phone unlocked either... can't find shit," Ronnie complained, as she'd apparently once tried to invade the girl's privacy to sate her curiosity. Moving on from one extreme to the other, Nikki was going to find out something very interesting, that the one called Mitty sang about a girl named Marnie, and that was an interesting thing to know. "Marnie? I went to high school with her. She left him hangin' like that... well she was the one my story was about so... I wouldn't actually be surprised. Damn though," Nikki said her brain working. Given the kind fo drugs Marnie did and how she ended in the drug related situations in the first place, Nikki could see her being the type to traumatize others as she was traumatized. Still she took the drugs and locked them away in her magic item box. "I'm sure most people with magic item boxes could be well paid smugglers, but being white would definitely help in general." Nikki added as she put those things away and moved ont to something a bit more interesting.

Moving on from all of that... Donnie was having a casual conversation with Celeste. She was amused by the idea of passion being different and he claimed that such things normally happened in reverse for him. Celeste for her part looked at Donnie for a few extra seconds, "Oui, I could see that being the case for someone like you~" she said about how things turned out. A man named 'King' usually wouldn't bend under pressure, Dandeleon got blown by the wind, it was nature. Speaking of Leon, a scoff would be coming from Nikki as she stared at him. "Bloody animal, innit? The hair though mate? A bit much..." she offered as she Celested looked at her sketch book and saw the piece that required the magic gold and all of that and definitely wanted to be part of it. Beyond that there was a point to the bath and a comment from Donnie which aligned. "Oh right, I almost forgot, we been invited to Buckingham Palace in the morning, the Queen handled travel arragements, back to New York," Nikki offered that information before she forgot. She'd not realized how famous she was, until pulling strings like that worked out randomly. It would be some time later, a light tapping would be coming to the door. as Nikki set up a mannequin so she could begin working on that particular 'gift' she intended to give.

[Bloodedge]

The girl called Marnie apparently got around. The very same person Nikki had been referencing in her story, was the one most of Mitty's songs were about. "No shit? He still be talkin' about her. It's worse when he been sober for too long," Donnie stated. At the same time, Leon was making his way into the bathroom per everyone's demand. He didn't know what was going on with his hair, but it was very easy to see when he walked past the bathroom mirror. "What the hell is this?! I've been through a bloody tornado!" he shouted from within. Clearly, Leon would be jumping right into that shower without any additional thought.

There were still a few words being shared between Donnie and Celeste, but it seemed they were reaching a natural point of separation. Before that, however, she seemed to be sizing him up a bit. Donnie shrugged. "I'm a pretty open dude. Not nut in my own hair open, but we should chop it up about that at some point, he said casually. Not long after, while Celeste and Nikki were going on about a design, a gentle rapping at the door had Donnie's attention again. "Must be your girl. I got it," Donnie said as he made way for the door, now with a fresh blunt in his hand. What would he truly find upon opening that door?

[Apollymi]

Apparently the girl named Marnie truly did get around. It was rather interesting to note, that she was the muse of one of the generations most tortured artists. What wwas more, the lad still spoke of her, when he was sober especially, Nikki imagined there was some deep depression involved with something like that. "Yeah, that had to have been after we stopped hanging out. But broken people often break things and she was really broken," Nikki said about her high school cohort. No matter what that sort of thing would definitely be forced to figure itself out, hopefully before anyone made any rash decisions. At the same time when Leon finally noticed how much of a ess he actually was, Nikki diverted attention momentarily to address him aloud. "Yeah, like we were just laughing 'bout the clothes bruv, perspective~" Nikki offered as if it was fine.

Beyond that point Donnie spoke to Celeste, who found him rather interesting. He claimed to want to chop it up, as he was a pretty open guy, and she took that to mean that they would talk later. "Oui, sounds fine to me, you have my number, and I have yours~" she added, lest he not know exactly how crazy Nikki had been the previous night. "For now though..." she went back to that casual conversation with Nikki, which had her pulling out a piece of metal and having it genty begin melting and reforming in her hands. By the time they'd started the soft works, a gentle knock at the door was drawing Donnie away, he assumed it was Frankie but Nikki had something to say, "Not likely mate, Frankie knocks with... commanding presence," she uttered while two different strands were coming together. Nothing too aggressive initially. Outside of the door he'd find a petite young woman, Japanese in nationality with a pale face, even skin and red eyes. Her hair was done up in a side ponytail with a small bow on the side with a 3 petal flower for decoration. She wore dark colors and looked a bit goth lolita still, but she was easily recognizable after knowing who she was. "Konnichiwa, can I come in?" she asked politely seeming to not have much in mind. She'd seen a text and decided to be part of a venture. There were shoes with a simplicity that required her touch before she made her way back home. Whenever she entered the proper work of the three fashionista's could begin, but... also within a couple of minutes of that door closing a much more aggressive knock would be headed his way. Celeste woud be turning to look, "Oh, is that the, petite poupée?~ A lady only collaboration will likely upset the others~" Celeste said which only made Nikki wave her off. "I don't need anyone interfering, just a few touchups. I did invite Gio, but he likes his stuff outrageous, I just needed a bit of shoe related expertise~ And someone to take the edge off the mana manipulation." Nikki added. And with that some magic would begin happening.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie had never met the girl Mitty always spoke of. According to Nikki, the events had to take place sometime after her association with the lass. Donnie figured as much. If things had gone any differently, he probably would have been hearing about Nikki as well, as opposed to knowing about Blue Lotus with no name or face to match the brand. Mitty periodically tried finding whatever connection he found in the vicinity to reach that girl. If he'd known Nikki was one, that probably would have come up during their recent stay in London. As he moved on to address a new knock, Donnie heard from Celeste that their phone numbers had already been exchanged. "Wait, word?" he responded. Donnie had never even stopped to check the numbers that had been added to his device after the previous night. Perhaps he should get to that.

Whatever the case, Donnie was soon answering a knock he assumed would be Frankie. Alas, Nikki claimed her knock would be more authoritative in nature. "Frankie the police. Gotchu," he said while opening. There he saw a familiar, yet aloof face belonging to the designer Chiori. He was quite surprised to see that one. "Uhh shit... housashi buri da.. na?" he said in an attempted greeting. Whether that was understandable or not, he stepped aside to leave some room. "Yeah shorty, come on in. Make yourself at home," he said. Donnie moved on to close the door behind Chiori, only to hear a knock that shook him to the core immediately. He realized after a second that it had to be Frankie, but still... opening the door would come with a few words. "Damn, niggas can't get away from twelve where the Brits go either? Come on, ma!" was his outburst, despite the fact that he'd yet to even see the woman he was opening up for.

[Apollymi]

The conversations surrounding the small and large scale nature of the world was something which could always be wittled down to who and what was known. As parts of conversations were abandoned others were expanded. In one case, celeste's phone number was already given to Donnie and Donnie's was given to her. "Oui!~ Petit Lapin, was quite thorough. I am sure every woman in that room got your number and you have hers~" Celeste said, finding Nikki's attitude towards sharing in general to be much more open than she would have expected. If one bothered looking at the project in question they would see that something was starting, "How do you feel about compression pants... boxers for underclothes, mate?~" Nikki asked taking the time to correct herself to avoid having to make an explanation as she was in the process of designing something completely new and wanted to the whole fit to be completely battle functional.

Soon after the light tapping of the door, was acknowledged along with the idea that Frankie's knock would be more akin to the police seeking entry. For this first door opening though, he'd instead find Chiori standing at the door wanting to be let in He'd do so, even playing around with a bit of conversational Japanese. Chiori heard his words and knew what he meant, but couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped from between her lips, "Heheh~" she laughed while covering her mouth with her hand. "It has been a little while, yes. Your Japanese is understandable but... hisashiburi," she helped with his pronunciation. Being invited in, she'd step in, slipping out of those crazy looking designer heels with the double scissors she'd designed and tiptoeing about the room in just her thigh highs as was normal. When offered comfort, Chiori would take it. "Oh,Watashinonamaeha, Ito Chiori. O ai dekite ureshīdesu. Arigatou na~" Chiori offered as she slipped in properly. She knew what it was to practice a language so she'd easily offer her own native tongue to give the lad a chance to practice if he wanted. "I should take offense to you calling me a little doll," she said to Celeste, "But show me the design~" she said to Nikki and all three would be standing around that mannequin looking at a sketch and talking over materials and specifics. Around that same time the aggressive knock came and when the door opened one would find, Fancesca drake standing their hand up. She was shorter than most at only fiive three, light skinned with blue eyes and wild pink hair. She was dressed in some designer fitted pants, a deep red jacket, a large double G belt buckle and a pair of heels that could have only been designed by Giorno himself. Still upon meeting another face of color a gentle relaxation happened and she held up her hands in mock durrenter. One standout thing about her, that large scar across her face. "My bad dawg. I ain't know we was up in here like this," she said apologeticallly. "Nikki told me to stop by, my name is Francesca, but most people just call me Frankie~" she introduced herself casually as Americans tended to do initially first name only.

[Bloodedge]

If every woman in the VIP room that previous night had Donnie's phone number, he definitely needed to check his contacts list. A few designers and the actual Queen of England were on that list, and that was simply unheard of. "Damn I need to pay more attention to stuff," he mused as Celeste went about her way. After a bit of planning around that mannequin, Nikki was asking how he felt about compression pants... or rather, compression boxers. "That's cool wit' me. Just gotta be long. Like, just over the knee long is what I go for," he answered easily enough.

Following that, Donnie was having a proper meeting with Chiori for the first time. Included in that was a correction of his Japanese speech. "Hisashi... bet bet," he repeated, trying to log that information away for future accuracy. There were a few things that still eluded him in that language for normal conversation. His Japanese friends spoke English so well, he often didn't need to change language at all. Ah, but this new associate had a longer greeting to offer in her mother tongue. Donnie paused for a second, processing the phrases and formulating a reply. "Uhh... Hajimemashite, Chiori-san. Donovan Kingu desu. Kochira koso... o ai dekite... ureshī desu. Douita... shimashite?" he managed after a bit of stammering, some mild sign language going along with the speech to ensure his points were made through a bit of lacking confidence. That was the most normal his demeanor would be for a minute or so, as Frankie's knocking nearly gave him a heart attack. To her credit though, she was conscious and apologetic after delivering the scare. What would Donnie have to say? "Damn," he uttered, taking in this new person's visage and extravagant outfit. "We might start the party for real if niggas pullin' up like this! Yeah we out here. I'm Donnie. Come on in. You go by Fran?" he asked. For whatever reason, Donnie felt the name 'Frankie' was a little off for this one.

[Apollymi]

Donnie decided that he would need to pay closer attention given the fact that he'd not noticed the sheer number of people who'd managed to end up with his phone number at the previous nights party. A nod would come from Celeste as she agreed he could pay a bit more attention. Even so, there was nothing she could say to him about how his mind wandered, she too was an artist and she knew what it was like to dive into works. She was about to do such a thing right now. Speaking of things being done right now, Nikki had decided her project would need the hands of a few extra designers and with them coming into the space she'd have all she needed. those undergarments were given the okay by Donnie who only wanted them long. "You don't have to tell me that part, mate. I got the measurements... they'll be long enough~" Nikki explained as she worked up the set she was working on. Blue Lotus was stitched into the waist band but the shorts themselves were a deep black with gold trim.They'd definitely reach past the knee and hold firm to everything within them.

Speaking of people being around to put a few extra touches on a work, Chiori entered the building to have a brief conversation with Donnie before she would pull herself away to be part of the work. She didn't mind allowing him to use her knowledge of the Japanese language, to practice a bit. And what she got was an introduction, a bit shaking and obviously requiring quite a bit of thought. It didn't have the flow of a native speaker, but it was good, "That was good, thanks for the kind words~" Chiori offered. Pretty soon after a more aggressive knock at the door would have Francesca Drake meeting with Donnie for the first time. She was relaxed, and apologetic about being a bit outrageous and what she got in exchange were words she recognized. A nice relaxed, "Yeah, definitely a party type of group in here... dudes been really weird about my name lately," she said thinking about the last 12 hours specifically. "But that kinda thing is growing on me. Call me what you want, nice to meet ya' Donnie~" she said as she slipped inside. Once she was in she found Nikki working and there were immediately several sets of eyes on her. "Yo, Nik... happy birthday!~ And congratulations!~ Are you working?" she added entering the room. "Naw, not working. Having a moment of peak inspiration!~ But that doesn't matter, look at you!~ You never did say how you got here. But that's..." she grinned from ear to ear. "Gio," was the assertion from both Celeste and Chiori as they began their own work. "Gio, huh? I've been trying to fit you up!~ At least you choose a good one!~" Nkki said and such casual conversation would continue.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie's specifics about the underpants received a response alluding to his endowment. Interestingly enough, that wasn't the entire purpose for his preference. "I mean, it ain't even like that, but... yeah, that too," he said. With that, he was onto an exchange of pleasantries with Chiori, leaving Nikki and Celeste to their work in peace. He worked through a full Japanese sentence well enough for Chiori to understand. He even gave a bow as she accepted his words, leaving her to join the others. After that... things became interesting. How?

Francesca Drake was an unrecognizable individual to Donnie, but a friend of Nikki's was a friend of his... mostly. If nothing else, her demeanor seemed quite close to home ─ something he hadn't seen enough of in some time. "Oh, you one of them. Went under the bleach, but white chocolate still chocolate," he observed in a strange way. As for the woman's name, his alteration was accepted... but Donnie still thought it was worth explaining his perspective. "Bet bet. It's just a little weird for me. I hang out in Jersey a lot, and there's this one Italian dude always talkin' about his boy Frankie. I can't be associatin' baddies wit' fat Italian dudes," he explained. In that moment, Donnie was attempting to close the door... but a certain blonde Italian was suddenly holding it from the other end. "I told you. To much-a da pasta. But those aren't real Italians. We don't like them," spoke the voice of Giorno. "Giorno Giovanna. I'm with her," he said, nodding to Francesca. Donnie found himself trying to look around the other male, wondering if there was a clown car somewhere in the hall. "Word? Donnie; nice meetin' ya'. Anybody else out here before I try closin' this door again?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki asked about compression boxers, also know as boxer briefs simply because she'd only seen him wearing the normal type. In this case he claimed he was fine with them as long as the length was right and this was apparently not just about hiding or accommodating his manhood. "That right? Hmm..." she gave it a bit of thought. Girls with thicker thighs enjoyed longer things to keep their legs from rubbing together, and though she'd not noticed any extra thickness in that part of his body, she was now giving a more direct scan of his physical form. She already had his important measurements there would be no issue if she looked over for something a bit different. Soon enough Chiori was with the other women around that mannequin sending a glance or two the lad's way while he conversed. She was taking in his measurements as well from a different kind of angle, watching the way he stood and took steps.

In the meantime, Francesca Drake was outed and accepted in one of the weirdest ways she'd been in a while. Another person of color fully recognized her for what she was, a mixed girl who presented white. "Oh right, American too, you get it. Never been called white chocolate before. If it helps my dad is white, but my mom was black," she gave that information freely to another person of color who wasn't quite all one thing either. Beyond that there was a bit of a conversation about her name choice, this time an explanation abut how baddies couldn't be associated in the man's head with a fat Italian guy, "Ha!~ Too much, but I get it..." she said, though there was something odd a bit of a furrow to her brow, for just a second. It seemed this man counted her among the 'baddies' this new moment in her life was starting to show some odd signs. She'd be 28 in a few days and the sudden influx of men interested in her physically, while being what she considered well out of her league was... getting really high rather quickly. Meanwhile another voice was entering the fray one recognized by most of the others present, even, Ronnie opened an eye for a second or two. "Gio actually came?!~ Wicked, iniit?~ Did you see?~" Nikki asked waving her arms happily in Donnie's direction like a kid who'd found her favorite thing. When asked if anyone else was there a black haired young woman, 5'9 with a build fit for modeling waved. "Me too, Serena Moretti, I'm Signore Giovanna's personal assistant and model. I saw you at the party last night, great performance by the way~' she offered with a cheeky smirk. "You have an outlet I can borrow, I've been scrolling~" she mentioned of her tablet more than content to enter the room and relax while fashion people did fashion things.

[Bloodedge]

And so began a light discussion between minorities from America. In so few words, Donnie and Francesca shared a great deal of troubles and satisfaction from their lives. Donnie even got to hear the exact nature of Francesca's mixed blood, which he deemed... quite optimal. "Ayy, you lucked out! You know a white lady would've had you lookin' all kinds of crazy wit' that hair!" he suggested before sharing his own odd combination of races. "I got the Puerto Rican mom and the African dad. Shit's weird back home," he shared. Donnie didn't think much about what he'd called the woman. So casually did he move on to addressing Giorno, who invited himself right inside. The Italian male didn't answer Donnie's question about more individuals, however, as he didn't have to; Serena was never far behind. As luck would have it, Donnie had already met this one. "Oh yeah, I remember seein' you! 'Preciate it. What's good?" he greeted.

On the topic of a performance, Donnie figured there was a chance of another with so many people present. That aside, Serena seemed the least busy of the group, and sought an outlet for her tablet. He'd take a moment to show her to a comfortable one. "Oh shit, you low? Yeah I got you. Over here," he said, gesturing for the woman to follow. Donnie would be making his way toward one of multiple couches ─ where he'd previously found a perfect spot that avoided sun glare when viewing a screen. "This couch right here was the spot! Plug in the console, scroll the whole day away. I got lost in this spot right here!" he chattered, sitting in the space beside where he'd gestured. All the while, Giorno was joining the other designers present, hand on his chin in thought as he viewed a new design. "Good afternoon. If, by 'see', you mean what happened at your party last night... I've seen a lot. But probably not half of what actually happened, no?" he asked, serious-yet-teasing. "Is this the design I've been hearing about? What did you need me for if she is here?" he questioned further while gesturing toward Chiori.

[Apollymi]

Francesca's parentage was quite a good mix by her own approximation. She took no issues with the kind of man her father was, and her mother had bee great. By association her mother's family had done a great deal to keep her in the loop when she was young. "I really did. I had a home girl in middle school who had it the opposite way, and she looked crazy for years. No one on my mom's side of the family would have let met walk around like that..." she said sharing a bit of camaraderie that could only come from living similar lifestyles. As for the lad himself, apparently he had quite the explosive combination of parentage himself. "That... sounds like... you got your ass beat 24/7," she sad nodding like it was the easiest thing to figure out. "Still that line up pretty fresh, I would have kept my wild child look if I could have kept a lineup like that~" she complimented almost absently. It seemed they goot the best of the words they were combined of though, and that was something they could simply agree on. Francesca would be collapsing on a nearby couch to keep in contact with the other more normal people even having a moment of shared eye contact with a still rather quiet Ronnie. 'Bitch must be power napping again. Super models be spiraling,' Frankie decided, having heard a bit about the morning from ikki.

At the same time, a certain young Italian woman was meeting another American today, and of the three she'd come across most recently she only truly had a problem wiith one. Right now, Donnie had remembered her, greeted her like a friend and even invited her to partake in his space. 'It must really just be him who is a terrible being. It isn't his family Francesca is good people. It isn't Americans two of three are good. And it isn't just rappers as this one is way more famous had has more of a reason to feel entitled,' she thought absently. "Grazie~ I tend to doom scroll unless I am being used as a mannequin. I trust someone else who is used to long term artists mental breaks to know where to find comfort," serena said as she kicked off shoes and took a seat bundling up so she could relax. "Noticed that, but I don't think I can handle that amount of freaky artist right now either, just gonna hang out here," Francesca said wrapping herself up in that boa which was still way too comfortable for her continued hardass behavior. Speaking of odd behaviors, Nikki was now in her element surrounded by other artists and getting bits and pieces of expertise for her newest passion project. She was also having a casual chat with someone she shared a certain kind of lightly teasing relationship with, "Bruv, you've got no idea... I been acting up. I got him to sign my fashion week dress and framed it. Been on a roll~ But I'm also super inspired right now, I gotta make something~" she explained of the current situation. "I figured Chi would be down for the hand on a simpler boot design, if she was still in town, lucky me~" Nikki said about the design. "The other reason to want you here though was because I'm planning to make a material into thread I've done it before but it's a little finiky and you're my primere thread guy. So... check my sample swatch and give me any notes," she said, that magic item box opened and she was drawing on something she was leaving inside. it created a strange almost shimmering square of fabric and then she reached in to make aother of a different one, another black thread which held a certain monster quality. The first fabric was a form changed version of Vibranium, and the second a piece of dragon hide. "I was planning to work these together to give him a proper fit for his power structure. He's hot enough to melt metal when he's worked up. Don't want him naked in combat~" Nikki asserted.

[Bloodedge]

"Girl I still get my ass beat, fuck you talkin' 'bout?" Donnie replied quickly, joking... but only slightly. When his hair was brought up, he brought a hand to it, feeling a bit of new growth that wouldn't be incredibly visible... but that had been giving him a certain kind of mental itch ─ almost a premonition. "Don't let my homegirl hear you say that right now. She'd probably hook you up with somethin' though. You ever be around Philly?" he asked. Moments later, he was flopping on a couch to apparently be joined by both Serena and Francesca. With the former talking about her doom-scrolling habit and the latter agreeing to the notion of expressed artistry, Donnie seemed mildly confused. "Hold up, y'all both not like that too? I mean... y'all both models right? Y'all don't do like... I dunno, brainstorm and practice catwalks and poses in front of a mirror or some shit?"

All the while, Giorno was inserting himself into a project to find out his placement. Before that, however, came Nikki admitting to the 'extra' parts of her latest day. One strange thing was the alleged signing of her dress from fashion week. "You got him to 'sign' it? The... black one, yes?" he asked as if skeptical of the signing itself. Whatever the case, there was more purpose in his appearance than a pair of shoes. Nikki had some form of fabric that she needed at least some notes on. Nikki produced two things... and neither of them were of the low quality Giorno considered himself capable of working with. In fact, Giorno could only stare at the weaved metal and obvious dragon paraphernalia. "... Nikoleta, dear, surely you aren't expecting me to work with either of those things?" the man asked. Perhaps he could do something with Vibranium with enough focus and effort, but affecting something he could still actively feel the oppressive force of like that dragon hide, was another matter entirely. "You National Hunters. Do you not feel that? My heart is-a thumping like that one is going to attack me any moment."

[Apollymi]

A quick joke caome from Donnie and it was one which could be understood by Francesca generally, she had a quick fire right back in the same way. "You know what, you right? Parents like that will never respect that you're grown~" she said laughing right along. Her own father was a white man who also still put snow tires on her car and changed her brakes on her car without asking, so... she understood parental interference in the specific way it existed. Soon after they were discussing hair, and among black people that was almost a certified way to make friends. He spoke of his homegirl in Philly and how she shouldn't be allowed to hear about the wild hair. "Bruh, I live in Boston! I've driven to Philly in the middle of the night for less hype reasons than a good hair cut~" she said honestly. It was all true enough given the way she was, but that didn't really atter as he was soon expressing confusion about the way that they separated themselves from artists. He thought them both models tat thus figured they had their own sort of artistic brainstorming sessions, Serena chuckled and Francesca outright laughed. "The fun of being a model is not having to do anything until called upon," Serena said casually. Ronnie who was sitll teetering in the quiet realm chimed in, "That, we're here to be looked at existing in our elements~" Veronica Corbyn added her own point as an actual big name model. "I don't know about all that... but, dude, I am only here because Gio had an artist boner. I'm a travel agent, and a relative midget, modeling ain't even a real thought for me. Also just curious you planning to smoke that or are you already high and forgot it was in your hand?" Francesca pointed out.

At the same time, the artists types were discussing a different type of art. In this case something added to Nikki's memorabilia for King Don. She smiled just a little, "Yeah, the black one, best use of one of those I've ever made~" she claimed without further explanation, whether he'd figure out what she meant or end up consulting someone else didn't really matter to Nikki. Beyond that it seemed that Giorno had been surprised, seemingly completely stunned by the quality of the materials, "Gio, come on bruv. It's not that deep. I also don't need you to do it... I can do it myself. Planned to, it's a labor of love for me, a passion project. This one in particular," she said holding up the swatch of dragon hide, "I've worked with a lot before now, she pointed out. "I'm just checking that I won't end up with too many conflicts if I weave them together, and I needed Cele, for the magic gold because both of the other materials won't blend with anything lesser," she pointed out not mentioning what they were directly. Giorno claimed that the dragon cloth made him uncomfortable, feeling like it would attack him and wanted to know if she and the other National Hunters didn't feel it, "If I said no am I out of touch? I mean I did make Hunter Hoshimi a dress out of it, didn't I show you?" she asked, picking up her phone to flip to a picture of one Hoshimi Eri wearing a little black dress in the gothic lolita styling made completely of dragon hide. "I made insoles if you want to make the boots out of the same materials. I won't pretend I have those kinds of capabilities either, but I can put the symbol on the soles," Chiori mentioned as she and a couple of small dolls with different faces worked on the inside of a perfectly fitted boot. Beyond that Nikki looked at Donnie, he'd been talking about a Draong earlier without telling him what it was she held out the piece and tossed it to him. "Oi, what do you think about that material? Would you wear it, Or does it give you bad vibes?" she wondered, different kinds of sensors took different issues with things.

[Bloodedge]

"Naw, facts! I swear my ma only see me outside of diapers when i's time to hit a nigga like he stole somethin'!" Donnie added to Francesca's latest notion about parents. For all of that, however, there were still some moments of coddling that went well beyond necessity. "But ay, can't be mad at it when dad decide to get a young'un outta holding. Life got a little duality," he added. As for the pair being presumed models who Donnie figured had their own artistic quirks, Serena suggested that no such thing was necessary. Ronnie chimed in to agree that models only had to show up and be viewed as they were. "For real? So y'all telling me those moves and poses just be natural? I'm callin' hat for you!" he insisted, pointing Ronnie's way. But what of Francesca? Allegedly, she wasn't a model. She called herself a travel agent and a relative midget, but... Donnie looked at the two confirmed models, then back to Francesca. "... Aight? Well she half cat," he said while pointing a thumb at Ronnie. "She got hella OCD minimum," he added, pointing that same thumb at Serena. "And I know another rapper who still got six jobs, but that's besides the point. You a damn model," he aggressed, pointing three fingers at Francesca while keeping that old blunt between his forefinger and thumb. When spoken to about smoking something, Donnie looked down. He'd forgotten all about it, but would now be digging into his pocket for a lighter. "Oh damn, good look. I ain't even high; I just be forgettin' shiii─..." He paused by the time the lighter was pulled from his pocket. "Shit. I forgot to put that song down. Shit gone now. Whatever. Y'all want a hit?"

Meanwhile, Nikki confirmed the 'signing' of that same dress Giorno remembered. There was no way the dress itself was signed with ink. Moreover, Giorno himself had 'signed' quite a few numbers in a way, including what his muses were wearing currently. "Funny. I already didn't think there was an ink that could do anything to one of yours," he poked, waving it all off simultaneously. Moving on to the materials Nikki planned to work with, Giorno immediately excluded himself from most potential modifications. Ah, but Nikki admitted to this being a personal passion project. Hand over his heart, Giorno gently closed his eyes and bowed his head. "Understandable, very understandable. I had one of those recently; did you see? Remind me to be angry with you about it~" he joked about the previously-hidden Francesca. Whatever the case, he could definitely offer some input... and it would start as an unrelated matter, while Nikki was showing another of the National Hunters in a black dress made of dragon hide. "So sorry my darling, but I think the answer is yes. I think anyone here would tell you the same thing. Only one of you people would be able to wear something like that," he said, only for Nikki to have already tossed the hide toward Donnie. He caught it, rubbed his thumb over it numerous times, and seemed to be in contemplation. "Yo, it's weird," was the first thing Donnie said. "See what I mean?" Giorno asked. However... "Like it's tough. Not tough like, leathery or somethin'... I mean it is, but it's like... tough, you know? Like GRRR♪~" Donnie growled, rolling his tongue and flexing to express the kind of 'tough' he meant. With that, he tossed the piece back to Nikki. "Basically the shit feel gangsta! I'd rock it!"

[Apollymi]

Francesca was finding out that some kinds of family were similar regardless of their specific people. She shook her head, from left to right, "Dang, that's tough. And it's always crazy 'cause dodging is considered a criminal offense. Straight death penalty," Francesca said laughing. Finding a homie out in Europe was one of the better frinds for her. What was more, it seemed that they also lived with smilar dynamics, Dad in his case was a guy who saved him from lock up and from getting yelled at by his mom. "Yo, that's pretty cool. My old man is like that too," Francesca said remembering quite a few 'freebies' she got from Dad when her mom was upset with her back in the day. Moreover the question posed by Donnie about models and posing was something that Serena could answer, but she didn't understand one thing, "We naturally move the way we do. We are chosen by personality and style... also what's 'hat' in this context?" she wondered, that one was outside of her understanding. "Oh, it's my turn. I can do this, hat like cap. It's how you say it's a lie, without saying lie, because that word is like a secret swear in some circles~" Francesca clarified. Beyond that before he lit up, there was a conversation about Francesca's nature as a model. "Damn, I ain't need to be attacked today..." she held up her hands in mock surrender. "Definitely from our part of the world though... and pass that shit~" she said seemingly pleased about eing offered. "I will also partake, it's been a while... how did you know I had OCD? Also did we miss a song... I've been enjoying the ones from last night quite a bit..." Serena added with mild curiosity, not even bothering to deny the allegations.

While the trio on the couch began smoking a blunt, a group of designers was still working quite a bit and mostly just having a little bit of a casual chat. Giorno mentioned something about the signed dress, and it became obvious in that moment that he knew exactly what Nikki meant. "Right scamp you are, Gio..." Nikki said in good humor. They were also discussing the pet projects of people with their kind of passion, "Of course I saw. You managed to keep it within in her own style too. I'm actually quite impressed. Though it makes a girl wonder if you signed your work~" Nikki added with a cheeky little smile. It would only be after this exchange, "Wait, angry why? I didn't do anything," Nikki asserted, and to her knowledge that was factual. Beyond that the mix of fabrics was being discussed while Chiori provided the blue print for the boots that the woman waned to make. It was great to see it. She gave a thumbs up to the other girl in the way they usually spoke to each other while, tossing that swatch to Donnie. Soon after he was confirming something she'd been thinking, that he was sitting on the cusp of something great. His descriptoin was something initially odd but ended with the idea he'd wear it. "Righto, that's about what I expected~" Nikki said with a triumphant look only to let something casual and odd fall out of her mouth. "I figure, cock hits harder than a dragon do," Nikki muttered making both Celeste and Chiori cut eyes in Donnie's direction. As Nikki caught that swatch she looked back to Giorno. "So, definitely using it, but what you got for me? A little material advice based on your unique understanding?~" Nikki asked earnest, the fact that she didn't hold the same type of innate response to the power of the materials meant she could miss some potentially important cues she woldnt know to look for in the blending process.