[That's two kisses already. Giorno really is making good on his threat to kiss him, although he needs work on his definition of "all over". Not that Fugo's unhappy about the situation, which should be clear by the firm but gentle grip he keeps on Giorno's waist as if he needs to keep Giorno from wiggling up and away. It's just, you know. Semantics.]
What worked-- [One can almost the disappearing question mark as it suddenly transforms into an exclamation point above Fugo's head as he realizes what Giorno means. Oh. It's his formerly unofficial Boyfriend Sweater that is now official because the two of them have made the retroactive decision that, yes, the day they started dating was in fact the day Giorno kissed him on the park bench.] Oh. Yes. It did, didn't it? There goes all my luck for the month. I'm glad you still like it.
[He says, as if Giorno didn't at one point hang mistletoe over both of his doors to enforce a kissing toll. Which. He put up with and paid every day, several times over, with only a very little bit of complaining, all things considered.]
"Very cute" is-- it's an understatement. I don't think I'll be able to look anywhere else, today. [Fugo shifts underneath Giorno in order to get them both in a position where it's easier to be close. Maybe today is the day he'll finally sit down and count all of Giorno's freckles. Probably not, though.] Not even exponentially works. Not that math is good for-- [His cheeks go pink, but he doesn't stumble over the word. ... stumble much over the word.] ... flirting.
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What worked-- [One can almost the disappearing question mark as it suddenly transforms into an exclamation point above Fugo's head as he realizes what Giorno means. Oh. It's his formerly unofficial Boyfriend Sweater that is now official because the two of them have made the retroactive decision that, yes, the day they started dating was in fact the day Giorno kissed him on the park bench.] Oh. Yes. It did, didn't it? There goes all my luck for the month. I'm glad you still like it.
[He says, as if Giorno didn't at one point hang mistletoe over both of his doors to enforce a kissing toll. Which. He put up with and paid every day, several times over, with only a very little bit of complaining, all things considered.]
"Very cute" is-- it's an understatement. I don't think I'll be able to look anywhere else, today. [Fugo shifts underneath Giorno in order to get them both in a position where it's easier to be close. Maybe today is the day he'll finally sit down and count all of Giorno's freckles. Probably not, though.] Not even exponentially works. Not that math is good for-- [His cheeks go pink, but he doesn't stumble over the word. ... stumble much over the word.] ... flirting.