Was he going to go inside there with clothes? Hell yeah he was. After all, he wasn’t actually going to shower but help Giorno right?
Mista looked around, picking a wash cloth before moving towards the blonde. The air around them was definitely a bit awkward, and there was no doubt that Mista’s cheeks were only turning the closer he got.
“Okay… I’m… What kind of help do you want? Like do you want me to shampoo your hair or wash you butt- I MEAN BACK.” Nope. He wasn’t staring at his sweet behind. Not at all.
【 ✮ 】— Breathe, Giorno, breathe. He’s not going to kill you by stabbing your back with a knife, or shoot you right on the back of your skull. He was going to help you washing your back. Yes. Totally.
— « Y-yeah, just the back. » He blurted, hot water still running all over his body –that lean, androgynous figure, with sinuous curves where his spine was, hair revealing its length without the usual braid, still gleaming with gold. And that adorable butt, of course.
