[And indeed, after a brief interlude, the door does in fact creak open to admit Jotaro, with a plastic bucket stuffed with a towel and some toys hanging from one wrist, and Jolie cradled along the length of the same arm while the other handles manipulating the door.
Giorno's room is nice. It looks different now that someone lives in it, as opposed to when he was building it and saw it in its torn-apart state. He'd ended up with this one because you had to get through Mista's room to reach it.
Giorno's got to be having a hard time, really, is the implication.
But his expression shows none of that as he carries her over the threshold, devoid of his jacket today in favor of a turtleneck with rolled-up sleeves and a comfortable pair of pajama pants that hang low on his hips with a drawstring.]
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[And indeed, after a brief interlude, the door does in fact creak open to admit Jotaro, with a plastic bucket stuffed with a towel and some toys hanging from one wrist, and Jolie cradled along the length of the same arm while the other handles manipulating the door.
Giorno's room is nice. It looks different now that someone lives in it, as opposed to when he was building it and saw it in its torn-apart state. He'd ended up with this one because you had to get through Mista's room to reach it.
Giorno's got to be having a hard time, really, is the implication.
But his expression shows none of that as he carries her over the threshold, devoid of his jacket today in favor of a turtleneck with rolled-up sleeves and a comfortable pair of pajama pants that hang low on his hips with a drawstring.]