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[digiorno]

"buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!" ⯈ text ⯈ voice ⯈ video ⯈ action

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[unholey]

[Fugo doesn't know what Giorno is thinking. The Bond doesn't work like that. What he does have insight into is what he's feeling: happy and confident, certain in his belief that everything is as it should be. Maybe if he could read Giorno's thoughts, he would have put a stop to what happens next.

Or maybe not. Giorno is very impulsive. And it happens pretty quickly.]

[Giorno pulls up and stares at him; his smile is subtle, easier to read in the crinkled corners of his eyes than his mouth. Even without the Bond, Fugo can see just how glad Giorno is. He thinks to himself-- What is he looking at?-- and then, before he has a chance to voice the question, Giorno tugs them both down.

A decision that he, obviously, did not think through very well. Fugo tenses and startles as he loses his balance and topples forward towards Giorno. It's not very far; he has no room to catch himself. Their foreheads smack together with a distinct clonk, prompting a sharp stream of curses out of Fugo's mouth that he would under ordinary circumstances he never would direct towards Giorno. It's all very smooth. They're doing great.]

[digiorno]

[This was a mistake.]

[Or maybe it wasn't. Even as his eyes widen in realization at the inevitable; even as their foreheads clonk together, sparking a sharp pain in his forehead—] Ow! [—there's no real negative emotion there. Hardly any shock, either, beyond a short moment of startle.]

[What happens next is that Fugo swears. A lot. Truly majestically. He's only ever heard such language from Fugo once or twice, back when they barely knew each other. His eyes widen in awe for a moment. He is . . . impressed.]

[But after a few more seconds of this apparently inexhaustible series of curses, he has to press his lips together to keep from laughing. And a few seconds more leaves him unable to contain it. There's a rush of air through his pursed lips that quickly dissolves into full-body hysterical giggling. He shakes under Fugo with laughter that he doesn't even bother trying to hide, one hand clutched in the back of Fugo's shirt to keep him from getting away. Just in case.]

[This is fun, he's pretty sure.]