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<Bruno shuddered as Giorno took his hand. He tried to cry out in protest, but his throat was still swollen and dry. Bruno made sure to keep his mouth covered, in fear of what his teeth may now look like.
Bruno could feel the softness of Giorno’s skin and the smell was more prominent than. Bruno’s eyes began to dilate quickly enough that he could feel his pupils stretch. He could sense the blood flowing through every vein and artery in Giorno’s body.
Exposed. Just waiting to be cracked open and emptied of it’s sweet nectar. >

“G…G-Giorno…please…" 

<He choked out through the hand covering his mouth.The thirst was insatiable and intense, his body on fire with the desire to expose sweet, velvety treasure of Giorno’s body. His jaw locked…refusing to close until it closed the distance between it and Giorno’s neck.>

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】—  His reaction kept rising suspects and confirms to the mind of the young boss, with still that clawed hand clasped between his own and his cheek. Giorno was being deadly serious. Icy hues were looking directly at him, trying to grasp more –more changes, more answers to the questions tormenting him…

« Bruno, I’m being serious –and I’m worried for you. Who did this to you, who turned you into a vampire? » The voice of the boss was demanding, and yet it managed to be soft and caring, maybe even with sparks of concern making it sound like the voice a perfect boss should have. He wanted to move closer –he moved closer, trying to grab the other’ reach the other, maybe naively uncaring of the dangers such an action will produce over him.

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