[Giorno is, technically, still in the process of letting his hair down. Which means he's walking across his room fairly quickly while pulling the final donut out of its proper alignment with the intention of knocking on Polnareff's door to tell him to quiet the frickfrack down when--]
[Polnareff oh my god.]
Shh!
[He drags Polnareff in by his arm and covers his mouth while he kicks the door shut.]
Don't yell. And technically I didn't tell you anything.
[. . . He's grinning, though. He's so proud of his dumb friends.]
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[Polnareff oh my god.]
Shh!
[He drags Polnareff in by his arm and covers his mouth while he kicks the door shut.]
Don't yell. And technically I didn't tell you anything.
[. . . He's grinning, though. He's so proud of his dumb friends.]