[Oh. Giorno's stomach just--jumps. Bounces. He's shocked. It was an impatient gesture more than anything, not one meant to make Fugo so overwhelmed.]
Oh, [he murmurs, wide-eyed and staring.] Fugo, you're beautiful.
[This is too much. He touches his fingers to his lips, then takes Fugo's hand in his and kisses the back of it again, reverent. He doesn't at all know what else to do.]
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Oh, [he murmurs, wide-eyed and staring.] Fugo, you're beautiful.
[This is too much. He touches his fingers to his lips, then takes Fugo's hand in his and kisses the back of it again, reverent. He doesn't at all know what else to do.]