[Somehow, Giorno finds it in him to smile. Somehow, Giorno found it in him to give her another chance. Somehow, she wanted that. When they go home, they'll be strangers all over again, but until then...
Until then...
They're allowed to make mistakes. They're allowed to be awkward, and weird, and a little stupid. She hasn't ever allowed that from herself, but these boys seemed determined to drag it out of her. She should resent this, yet there's not a single part of her that does, and a much larger part that's happy to indulge this.
Her smile is nearly imperceptible, but Giorno seems amused despite himself, and seeing him grin after all this is...she brings a hand to her chest. Suddenly, it feels full. It's an odd feeling, like she might burst at the seams. She huffs hard enough to displace her bangs, then, leaning back as she listens.]
Unfortunately for the both of us, we'll have to settle for messy.
[Absolutely tragic. She doesn't seem bothered by this a bit!]
I do think you underestimate how much you like biology. Of everything, even I could have told you that.
[Your biology nerdery is no secret, Giovanna.
The green of her eyes is obscured by her lashes, briefly, as she looks down at the wood of the tree, absorbing the other tidbits. The things that matter, the things that exist in the little spaces between the grand and intimidating qualities of Passione's new don.]
...But I will commit the rest to memory. To make this fair, by the way, my favorite color is actually orange. I'll admit I'm surprised to hear you're not good at math, but I am. We can cover for each other. After all, I'm horrific at natural sciences.
[And she looks up at him again, rubbing at the fur on the back of one hand. She thinks about Maya at the dollhouse, and how she said Giorno was right about her, without having any way to know...and it's odd, the trust they hold. Potentially a fraught thing, but this...if anything, she wants to prove him right every time she can.]
I'll sing for you one day too. But I won't say when. If I share too much, I'll be all out of surprises.
[It wouldn't do to dump everything and inevitably bore him, now would it?]
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Until then...
They're allowed to make mistakes. They're allowed to be awkward, and weird, and a little stupid. She hasn't ever allowed that from herself, but these boys seemed determined to drag it out of her. She should resent this, yet there's not a single part of her that does, and a much larger part that's happy to indulge this.
Her smile is nearly imperceptible, but Giorno seems amused despite himself, and seeing him grin after all this is...she brings a hand to her chest. Suddenly, it feels full. It's an odd feeling, like she might burst at the seams. She huffs hard enough to displace her bangs, then, leaning back as she listens.]
Unfortunately for the both of us, we'll have to settle for messy.
[Absolutely tragic. She doesn't seem bothered by this a bit!]
I do think you underestimate how much you like biology. Of everything, even I could have told you that.
[Your biology nerdery is no secret, Giovanna.
The green of her eyes is obscured by her lashes, briefly, as she looks down at the wood of the tree, absorbing the other tidbits. The things that matter, the things that exist in the little spaces between the grand and intimidating qualities of Passione's new don.]
...But I will commit the rest to memory. To make this fair, by the way, my favorite color is actually orange. I'll admit I'm surprised to hear you're not good at math, but I am. We can cover for each other. After all, I'm horrific at natural sciences.
[And she looks up at him again, rubbing at the fur on the back of one hand. She thinks about Maya at the dollhouse, and how she said Giorno was right about her, without having any way to know...and it's odd, the trust they hold. Potentially a fraught thing, but this...if anything, she wants to prove him right every time she can.]
I'll sing for you one day too. But I won't say when. If I share too much, I'll be all out of surprises.
[It wouldn't do to dump everything and inevitably bore him, now would it?]