[It doesn't take too long for Jin to track Giorno's room down, fortunately; he politely, almost meekly (if it weren't him, he is never quite meek), pushes his way past the door and to the seat that awaits him.
The inside is put together. More than he'd guess at from a teenage boy-- but then again, Giorno Giovanna is no ordinary teenage boy. The reminder of the fact draws back that general feeling of sheepishness that comes along with being repeatedly, well. Schooled by Giorno, and his voice when he responds is gruff out of, mostly, embarrassment.
He doesn't talk about himself like this. He rarely deals with any feelings quite like this, either. Kung Jin is all pride and strength and stubbornness and justice: never any good at matters of the heart, not ever.]
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The inside is put together. More than he'd guess at from a teenage boy-- but then again, Giorno Giovanna is no ordinary teenage boy. The reminder of the fact draws back that general feeling of sheepishness that comes along with being repeatedly, well. Schooled by Giorno, and his voice when he responds is gruff out of, mostly, embarrassment.
He doesn't talk about himself like this. He rarely deals with any feelings quite like this, either. Kung Jin is all pride and strength and stubbornness and justice: never any good at matters of the heart, not ever.]
...Do you get why all of that is a problem.