“Hold on, I’ve got this.” Leaning back comfortably in his seat, Tristan crossed his arms over his broad chest and crossed on leg over the other. Even though he was sitting in a position more suited for a female, it didn’t dare take away from his overall handsome beefcake look.
“You ended up not only embarrassing yourself in front of your padre, you did it with Mista and now you’re ashamed of your choices and extremely embarrassed about everyone finding out. The puns are getting to you more than usual because you’re already fretting over the sex thing so it’s really pushing you over the edge. Am I close?”
【 ✮ 】— « Pretty m– » Here it was, the distress visible in the young mafia prince’s face, cheeks immediately blurting red as he seemed to visibly squirm.
— « I-I didn’t say anything about Mista and I having a carnal intercourse –haha, that’s incredibly preposterous! Mista and I? Yes, sure, nice joke, haha –I mean, it’s Mista the one we’re talking about, just try to imagine the whole thing –haha, ridiculous. » Stop laughing nervously, Giorno. That’s even worse.