Well, a Giorno is a Giorno he supposes. It can’t hurt to be nice like he always is and offer some form of support. Taking a seat across from him, Tristan kept relaxed into his chair and frowned somewhat.
“I something in specific bothering you? Or is it just… one of those days?”
【 ✮ 】— « Let’s say these days have been rather hard. » He sighed, fixing the collar, almost fearing something could be seen under the fabric –like the bitemarks Mista left him during the Easter night. « Mista got drunk during the Easter party in front of Padre, and someone fucking started a sort of pun challenge that has been able to bring my murderous side on the surface. »
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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...