GIOVANNA.

                                           Continued with @cernieran from X

                      ☆ / I HAVE A DREAM  :  GIORNO GIOVANNA

Golden sparkles and lights – this seemingly natural glow to his figure. Giorno had this mask of sorts, clung to his emotions as he went from a void to something more playful. It was the very persona that he played up for the camera – held over this guise of a true gangster. “I’m not sure about that, amico. Perhaps I’ll come back when the Grande Ufficio di Bruno is less busy, hm?”, he spoke with a sly smile.

                        _{———❝ YOU MAKE THE TITLE SOUND SO DIGNIFIED. in fact, i nearly forgot how it is i spend my days. ❞
smiling, the man brushed a bit of hair behind his ear. something about how the other carried himself felt different, many months past the fatal usurpation of the former boss. he’d never considered the other a dishonest person; the word did not sit properly. rather, giorno was more… inward. what truths he kept, he kept under lock and key. a safe does not necessarily lie about what valuables it holds — it just doesn’t tell you.}

       _{❝ the tide is falling. i assume you’ll not be joining me on the water today, don giovanna? ❞}