Immediately Mista rans to his side, ripping a piece of the sheets and placing it on the bite mark. — Had a vampire attacked him? Such a frightening thing to imagine, he could help but hope to God that whatever did this wasn’t some large hulking monster. But even then, whoever did this wouldn’t be let off the hook so easily. “Boss..”
【 ✮ 】— Something was being pressed against his neck. Neck.
— « P-Padre, no–!!! » Giorno’s eyes immediately darted awake, a trembling grip now clutching the soft fabric of the gunner’s sweater. Those big blue eyes –they looked so different from the usual, serious gaze he always showed to the world, so filled with fear. Pure fear.
— He looked so fragile, like the purest of angels who just find out to have been fallen in the deepest, most dangerous pit of hell. He seemed so in need of care and protection –so shocked, so ready to burst into tears, the piece of fabric on his neck being stained with blood.
