[Fugo peeks at Giorno from underneath a bit of bangs that immediately slipped from behind his ear right back to where they like to sit, helpless and dumbfounded. A whole book? A whole series? He's so torn. Giorno is obviously exaggerating, but... no. At the same time, Fugo knows that Giorno only needs the shadow of an excuse to actually do this foolish thing.]
You are-- [He falters, unable to muster any sort of indignation whatsoever. He glances down at their hands, marveling at the loop Giorno's fingers have made around his wrist. He then looks back up at Giorno and, rather helplessly, fondly bumps their noses together.] Beyond definition. There's no one like you in the world.
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You are-- [He falters, unable to muster any sort of indignation whatsoever. He glances down at their hands, marveling at the loop Giorno's fingers have made around his wrist. He then looks back up at Giorno and, rather helplessly, fondly bumps their noses together.] Beyond definition. There's no one like you in the world.
I'm very glad we met.