“Over only for me! That’s racist! You’re only saying that ‘cause I hate fours! Is it because I hate the four donuts on your head? Is it cuz I said I hate ABBA?” He tries to make his way back to the party but to no avail. He was already being thrown onto the bed. Damn, Giorno had quite the strength for a guy his size.— Wait a guy his size? He was his size again! Or was he just imagining it because he was drunk?
“Boss! I’m going back into the party! I didn’t even finish my sorbet!”
【 ✮ 】— « Oh Dio –I may even not care at all if you like or not the music I listen. » He didn’t even wanted to comment about the hair –of course the curls were three, and they were obviously curls and not doughnuts, and this was proving even more how drunk was the bodyguard in that moment. Shaking his head, Giorno reached the door and locked it quickly, the key being hidden in the pocket of his pants before storming towards the figure wobbling in front of him, and firmly driving him back on the bed, red coloring his pale cheeks like red roses filled with life, icy hues staring at him with concern.
— « Sit, Mista. You’re not going anywhere in this conditions. And I told you not to intoxicate yourself before the dinner –the alcohol surplus made you unable to stand the sorbets’ liquor drops. »
