Mista clumsily moved closer, rubbing his cheeks against the other male’s as he spoke. “Si! Look at him he’s thanking you guys cuz he’s such a goood guy! Giorno yer a good guy! Enjoy the night and drink those sorbells they’re really good I had like thirty of them. Oh I also had wine drink the wine it’s really good.” He paused. “NO. NO I’M THIRD. Polnareff is second cuz second is two and two times two is four.”
He found himself being dragged away, blinking in surprise. Was there another party? But he liked this one. “Wait where are we going?! The party’s not over!”
【 ✮ 】— Ignoring completely the tantrum about the ‘second in command thing’ and trying to focus on keeping Mista far away from sorbets and alcohol, Giorno found himself slowly loosing a bit of his strength, fisio for a moment becoming blurry as he kept climbing the stairs. Luckily enough, they were close to the hallway where the bedrooms were.
— « The party is over only for you, Mista. You’re intoxicated. » He snorted, finally reaching the top and walking straight to the third door on the left with his living burden still slurring as he had to quickly open the door and almost literally throw him to the bed before leaning for a moment against the wall –eyes looking at the mirror in front of him, showing him as he returned with his normal, incredibly androgynous and delicate appearance.
— Well, at least whatever thing affected him before had definitely stopped.
