[Oh, no. Giorno has yanked him forward by his tie to kiss him. Whatever is he going to do?
(Which is-- you know, that's nice. He likes the bossiness of the gesture; the way Giorno tugs him forward, to an angle that's maybe not perfect but good enough because that's how much Giorno wants to be kissing him.)
Well. The answer to that is so obvious it's barely even a question. Fugo smiles, leans forward into Giorno's very adamant kiss, and does his best to keep balanced by holding on to Giorno's shoulders with both hands.]
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(Which is-- you know, that's nice. He likes the bossiness of the gesture; the way Giorno tugs him forward, to an angle that's maybe not perfect but good enough because that's how much Giorno wants to be kissing him.)
Well. The answer to that is so obvious it's barely even a question. Fugo smiles, leans forward into Giorno's very adamant kiss, and does his best to keep balanced by holding on to Giorno's shoulders with both hands.]