“It’s so because of April. I might die this year and it’s going to be all because of this unlucky month. It’s probably going to be a ridiculous death to, like overdose on pizza or my bathwater was too hot..” You could see he was actually a bit serious about this.
Upon hearing the blonde utter that dreaded number he froze. “No! Not four! I would never raise that number! Anyways, I guess you can’t see still so I’ll have to stick by you again. Just tell me if you need something and stuff.”
【 ✮ 】— Oh, and he knew he was being completely serious. Giorno found himself sighing, closing his eyes for a moment. One day he will understand his fear of misfortune and how such a fear bloomed in the gunner’s heart. Maybe.
— « It’s okay, Mista –you won’t die, and nothing bad will happen. » He tried to soothe him, a hand being lifted and looking for his. He looked so delicate, like porcelain ready to crack. « How about going to look for something to eat? I am hungry. »
