[That's strange, though, isn't it? The Pistols can, but they're special, more so than Gold Experience ever has been. It's not normal for a Stand to be able to read, or to be so . . . whatever Gold Experience is.]
[Giorno chews the inside of his cheek uncertainly, then tucks a stray wisp of hair behind his ear. His toes point just a little further towards the floor.]
I didn't know. Until recently. I didn't . . . teach him how, or anything like that. I suppose he just watched and learned. To write, too.
I honestly don't know why he does any of the things he does.
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[That's strange, though, isn't it? The Pistols can, but they're special, more so than Gold Experience ever has been. It's not normal for a Stand to be able to read, or to be so . . . whatever Gold Experience is.]
[Giorno chews the inside of his cheek uncertainly, then tucks a stray wisp of hair behind his ear. His toes point just a little further towards the floor.]
I didn't know. Until recently. I didn't . . . teach him how, or anything like that. I suppose he just watched and learned. To write, too.
I honestly don't know why he does any of the things he does.
[Are you lonely, Gold Experience?]