“No! Not that!” He can’t help it. He blurts it out, unable to cope with that face that Giorno’s out-manned him. “You’re suddenly taller than me and you look older and that’s not fair! I’m older than you so you can’t do that! It’s not the coat boss, it’s you!”
【 ✮ 】— Giorno furrowed his brows for a second. Wait, that wasn’t make sense. He turned backwards, keeping talking, as he looked for one of the mirrors in the hallway. « I swear, if you intoxicated yourself, Mista, I’m not going to be kind with you when I’m going to kick you out from the ma– »
— Oh. Here he was. And the distress, along with a faint red blush, were visible in the man’s face. He looked rather different –more adult, more like…
