Shouldn't that be my line? [It's good that Giorno didn't pull far away, because that might actually count as a crime in the pit of lawless anarchy that is Ruby City. Fugo chuckles and, oh, he really can't stop smiling. He can't even pretend to be skeptical or stern or whatever. He's too happy, too dazzled, too content in his own skin to pretend to be anything what he is.] If I had been on my feet earlier, you would have knocked me right down to the ground.

[Reluctantly, his hand drifts down to rest on Giorno's hip proper. If he's going to talk about the skirt, he ought to call attention to it.]

This skirt looks pretty on you. And your tights, um-- they bring attention. To how slender your legs are.

[He. May have also sort of forgotten about the present. He'll be excited about it later, but right now-- God, Giorno is cute today. He squeaked when he was kissed. He's rosy and freckly and has their foreheads pressed together, so how can Fugo be peeved about his hair being tugged. And shy as he is, he doesn't deny or try to wiggle out of Giorno's accusation of cuteness.]