“… Tristan. I’ve been going by Tristan more now since there’s a girl-me actually named Trish.”
He feels a bit awkward standing in place. One Giorno, two Giorno, and now this makes the three. It’s a bit odd how they’re all essentially the same person but have very different presences.
【 ✮ 】— « Oh. » Look at him flopping once again on his seat, Tristan. That’s the face of a man who’s hoping that the end of this day will arrive soon. Very soon. « I… apologize. I am not feeling rather well. Today has been kind of a. . overwhelming day. » He shifted a little, hand caressing the temple as he entwined it with blonde locks.
— « Please, have a seat, put yourself comfortable. »
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【 ✮ 】— « Pretty m– » Here it was, the distress visible in the young mafia prince’s face, cheeks immediately blurting red...
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“Hold on, I’ve got this.” Leaning back comfortably in his seat, Tristan crossed his arms over his broad chest and...