[His whole body crumples around that one ticklish spot, a burst of giggles tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop them. Part of him thinks it's so unfair that Fugo knows where he's ticklish; part of him thrills at it, because no one has ever--]
["No one has ever" is Fugo all over, Giorno thinks, and bites his lip, overwhelmed all over again.]
Okay. No tickling!
[It isn't as stern as he wants it to be. In part because he really doesn't mind, and in part because a thought has occurred to him. It's a thought that a couple of months ago he would have kept locked up in his own head, but now--it seems important to share it, even if he's a little bit embarrassed.]
. . . I never dressed up for anyone before, [he admits eventually.] Only for myself. I used to think it was silly that people did that, when they were--together. But I like it. I want to do it again, to see your face light up like that. And hear you laugh, maybe--I can't believe I can do that!
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["No one has ever" is Fugo all over, Giorno thinks, and bites his lip, overwhelmed all over again.]
Okay. No tickling!
[It isn't as stern as he wants it to be. In part because he really doesn't mind, and in part because a thought has occurred to him. It's a thought that a couple of months ago he would have kept locked up in his own head, but now--it seems important to share it, even if he's a little bit embarrassed.]
. . . I never dressed up for anyone before, [he admits eventually.] Only for myself. I used to think it was silly that people did that, when they were--together. But I like it. I want to do it again, to see your face light up like that. And hear you laugh, maybe--I can't believe I can do that!