[ the look on giorno's face can be described as 'fond' if he didn't look so intense about it. as it stands, giorno just stands beside the crate that dio is lounging on, intent on invading his space because they awkwardly crave each other's company like that. he wants to tell him so many things. like how work has been terrible and he's been having awkward conversations that may get him in trouble but it's all good work, it'll pay off in the end, it's all little steps he has to take in order to be stronger. but dio is a street rat like most of the others in this part of town, and they needn't worry about accords when surviving daily is already hard work.
his confidence is charming. he takes care of himself, he says with all the worldly haughtiness of a kid his age. giorno was a lot quieter his age. more subdued. he thinks about the blood vials he's brought with him, sitting uneasily in his pocket.
giorno purses his lips. ]
Do you need anything else? [ an odd thing to ask to a boy who can provide himself anything, but even so .... giorno wants to be useful. wants to feel like he can help him. ]
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his confidence is charming. he takes care of himself, he says with all the worldly haughtiness of a kid his age. giorno was a lot quieter his age. more subdued. he thinks about the blood vials he's brought with him, sitting uneasily in his pocket.
giorno purses his lips. ]
Do you need anything else? [ an odd thing to ask to a boy who can provide himself anything, but even so .... giorno wants to be useful. wants to feel like he can help him. ]