He was trying so hard to restrain himself from kissing the other. Even if he did find the other freakin’ cute, he couldn’t just kiss him. Not only was he his friend, he was his boss and what if he thought something of the kiss? What if it lead to something else? No way. No freakin’ way would he kiss Giorno.
【 ✮ 】— He couldn’t just understand. Androgynous features tensed a little, frown on his forehead, a little hum of suspect leaving his lips. Glass-like orbs were still staring the void, long, blond lashes flapping like butterfly wings.
— He was so angelic. And fragile, delicate, almost untouchable –something that needed to be protected even from himself.
— « Mista, is this some kind of a joke to make me understand you’re hungry or what? » Of course he couldn’t understand. He could feel a heartbeat going crazy –but he couldn’t fathom the origins of such a sudden change in the vital conditions of the gunner. Concern was colouring his words. « Are you okay? Has something happened? »
