[ He's a little more careful not to jam his hand into anything that's trying to grow, both of them falling backwards to prop him up at a slight recline. Ditto, when he stretches his legs out in front of him. Just as he's gotten cozy, his head tilts like his neck has a loose screw.
Haruno had some eccentricities, so it stands to reason that Giorno would have them, too. Kind of a surprise, though, that the one with the better sense of style is so far turning out to be the more awkward of the two. ]
Oh. [ Yet, it doesn't matter how unusually stated it is, Giorno's just said something that makes Steve feel the need to run his mouth. Realization overtaking his expression, he points to his watch. ] Oh, I don't have anywhere else to be. That was for, uh— For an hour-ish every day, I can change my body back to the way it was before, almost.
[ Isn't it interesting that his floppy ears are the only inhuman thing about him at the moment? When he's definitely been here for months, and months, and months since he first "ran" into Giorno during Nattensfest? ]
I'm about to go all rabbit-y again in a minute here, so that made it easy to decide whether I should ditch the socks, and then that made it easy to decide if I should try walking on the grass, too.
[ Which brings him to his last point— ]
I don't know what rules you've got around here. Yeah, I could've just asked, but I also didn't want to be super formal? That's what you do for people's parents, not—
[ He gestures at his host, who's even younger than he is—if that wasn't another detail that got fudged up when they were brainwashed. Anyway, there Giorno has it, Steve's entire thought process helpfully if haphazardly laid out. He doesn't want him to be uncomfortable, either. ]
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Haruno had some eccentricities, so it stands to reason that Giorno would have them, too. Kind of a surprise, though, that the one with the better sense of style is so far turning out to be the more awkward of the two. ]
Oh. [ Yet, it doesn't matter how unusually stated it is, Giorno's just said something that makes Steve feel the need to run his mouth. Realization overtaking his expression, he points to his watch. ] Oh, I don't have anywhere else to be. That was for, uh— For an hour-ish every day, I can change my body back to the way it was before, almost.
[ Isn't it interesting that his floppy ears are the only inhuman thing about him at the moment? When he's definitely been here for months, and months, and months since he first "ran" into Giorno during Nattensfest? ]
I'm about to go all rabbit-y again in a minute here, so that made it easy to decide whether I should ditch the socks, and then that made it easy to decide if I should try walking on the grass, too.
[ Which brings him to his last point— ]
I don't know what rules you've got around here. Yeah, I could've just asked, but I also didn't want to be super formal? That's what you do for people's parents, not—
[ He gestures at his host, who's even younger than he is—if that wasn't another detail that got fudged up when they were brainwashed. Anyway, there Giorno has it, Steve's entire thought process helpfully if haphazardly laid out. He doesn't want him to be uncomfortable, either. ]