[ Mista knew more than anyone how rough the rest of the month had been for Giorno, talking it out might have helped but ultimately he thought he needed a breather more than anything. Something nice when nothing felt nice at all. He'd been gathering a few things and putting together a few ideas over the last few weeks, simple things to try and soothe him however he could.
He'd wanted to give him these in person, but the truth was that he had no idea how well-received any of it would be. The two of them got on spectacularly well, but even he couldn't fool himself into believing that Giorno had the same romantic streak that Mista had running through him.
Whether Giorno was awake or not, at midnight on February 14th there is a knock on his door and rather than a person he'll find a few miscellaneous but strangely well-wrapped gifts outside of his door. The majority of it is made up of the classic and painfully cliché Valentine's day fare: chocolates, flowers and little figures of ladybugs and frogs decorated in pink and red glitter. Some of it is tacky, really, especially in comparison to one of the larger boxes that had been left for him.
In the more decorative and carefully packed box is a special glass filled with that Chocolate Drink that he seemed to be so fond of. Included in the box is a messy but handmade booklet full of vouchers for homemade chocolate drinks whenever he wants one without leaving the comfort of his room. There's a card attached that doesn't really say anything, instead there's just a heart scrawled on it followed by Mista's signature.
Even if he'd slithered off quickly, at least it was clear where this gift had come from. ]
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He'd wanted to give him these in person, but the truth was that he had no idea how well-received any of it would be. The two of them got on spectacularly well, but even he couldn't fool himself into believing that Giorno had the same romantic streak that Mista had running through him.
Whether Giorno was awake or not, at midnight on February 14th there is a knock on his door and rather than a person he'll find a few miscellaneous but strangely well-wrapped gifts outside of his door. The majority of it is made up of the classic and painfully cliché Valentine's day fare: chocolates, flowers and little figures of ladybugs and frogs decorated in pink and red glitter. Some of it is tacky, really, especially in comparison to one of the larger boxes that had been left for him.
In the more decorative and carefully packed box is a special glass filled with that Chocolate Drink that he seemed to be so fond of. Included in the box is a messy but handmade booklet full of vouchers for homemade chocolate drinks whenever he wants one without leaving the comfort of his room. There's a card attached that doesn't really say anything, instead there's just a heart scrawled on it followed by Mista's signature.
Even if he'd slithered off quickly, at least it was clear where this gift had come from. ]