[This is ridiculous. It's not like it's that much of a surprise. It's just that Giorno didn't know they were starting already. Or that Fugo was starting, and that he should be ready for--that.]
[Exceptionally cute.]
Ah, [he says out loud, stupidly, as he feels prickles of heat spread across his cheeks. His eyes are wide and startled. Fugo is so close to him right now, and he has no idea what to do. But--in a good way.]
[He should say something. He closes his eyes, and thinks, and when thinking doesn't get him anywhere, he just lets feeling lead him, this time.]
I like that, [is where it decides to take him. He opens his eyes.] I think I'm becoming predictable--every time I come see you here, I end up wanting to kiss you. But maybe that's your fault.
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[This is ridiculous. It's not like it's that much of a surprise. It's just that Giorno didn't know they were starting already. Or that Fugo was starting, and that he should be ready for--that.]
[Exceptionally cute.]
Ah, [he says out loud, stupidly, as he feels prickles of heat spread across his cheeks. His eyes are wide and startled. Fugo is so close to him right now, and he has no idea what to do. But--in a good way.]
[He should say something. He closes his eyes, and thinks, and when thinking doesn't get him anywhere, he just lets feeling lead him, this time.]
I like that, [is where it decides to take him. He opens his eyes.] I think I'm becoming predictable--every time I come see you here, I end up wanting to kiss you. But maybe that's your fault.