[Pfft. Pfft, Giorno says, flowing a few flyaways (that he will never admit to) out of his face and resting his chin on Danni's solid head. He shoots Fugo a sulky look.]
Don't point out my excuse! It's easier if Danny tells me to do it.
[This doesn't . . . really make sense. At all. Giorno leans down and presses his cheek against Danny's. Danny wags uncertainly.]
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Don't point out my excuse! It's easier if Danny tells me to do it.
[This doesn't . . . really make sense. At all. Giorno leans down and presses his cheek against Danny's. Danny wags uncertainly.]