[Fugo sort of tugs him along when he sinks down, which leaves Giorno perched on the very edge of the desk. He has to reach out and balance the toes of one foot on the rungs of the chair so that he doesn't fall, and it would probably be a good idea to use his unoccupied hand to steady himself, but.]
[But. He can't. Because Fugo is bright red and covering his face, which leaves Giorno very nearly shaking in shock. He didn't even do anything, not that time, he just answered, and now Fugo looks like he's going to explode. It's cute and ridiculous, but he also feels it happening to him, too, like they can't untangle their emotions even a little bit.]
[So he needs that hand. As his fingers tighten in Fugo's, he lifts his hand and covers his mouth, closing his eyes, until all that can be seen of hike are his very pink cheeks. He very well may die here.]
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[But. He can't. Because Fugo is bright red and covering his face, which leaves Giorno very nearly shaking in shock. He didn't even do anything, not that time, he just answered, and now Fugo looks like he's going to explode. It's cute and ridiculous, but he also feels it happening to him, too, like they can't untangle their emotions even a little bit.]
[So he needs that hand. As his fingers tighten in Fugo's, he lifts his hand and covers his mouth, closing his eyes, until all that can be seen of hike are his very pink cheeks. He very well may die here.]