[Fugo will certainly have his attention when it's his turn, but with the tendency to err on the side of modesty and shyness, Fugo will need a little more space between his bestowing of presents on Bruno and Bruno's gratitude to unwind from the preparation. Giorno requires no such delay as he has the tendency of basking in a job well done even more when he's offered praise for it.]
If you exclude having to pick glitter off my couch for the next year, it hasn't been so bad so far.
Wow. Who gave you so much glitter? That's very silly. You don't like glitter at all.
[HIM. IT WAS HIM. HE DID THAT. He did, in fact, set himself up for a joke at his own expense, and he's pretty glad that it obviously made Bruno smile at least a little bit.]
Maybe they just wanted you to think of them often. While picking glitter off your couch. Something like that.
Is that the reason? [Bruno hums thoughtfully because if Giorno's going to poorly play dumb...] I'd like to think they'd already know how often I think of them.
They have that sort of personality that makes it hard not to, anyway.
See, now you're trying to trick me into actually admitting it was me. But I won't. Because I know you're very grateful and this is a fun game, so you can't make me.
[Bruno has a hard time not laughing at I'm complicated because that is such a painfully teenager-y thing to say. But he purses his lips and the moment passes, and all is well.]
Of course I liked it. You played from the heart, and that's what matters more than anything else.
[Which is not a lie. Giorno seemed to have fun with it, and so did Fugo. So even if it wasn't a technical masterpiece, the fact that they enjoyed doing it together means more to Bruno than anything else because in the end, that's what they were really sharing with him.]
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If you exclude having to pick glitter off my couch for the next year, it hasn't been so bad so far.
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[HIM. IT WAS HIM. HE DID THAT. He did, in fact, set himself up for a joke at his own expense, and he's pretty glad that it obviously made Bruno smile at least a little bit.]
Maybe they just wanted you to think of them often. While picking glitter off your couch. Something like that.
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They have that sort of personality that makes it hard not to, anyway.
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[C8 THEY'RE STILL TALKING ABOUT HIM. IT'S HIM. GIORNO GIOVANNA.]
You know several very greedy people. But most of them are me. So maybe it was me.
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[Take that.]
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You saw right through me. [And yet, it is not enough to save Giorno from getting an arm around his shoulders.] When did you get so clever?
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I've always been clever. You know that.
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[Nah, when Giorno wriggles in further, Bruno loops his other arm around loosely and moves this from a mild embrace to a certified hug.]
No, I hadn't noticed at all.
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[So he settles for snuggling, but also pouting.]
Yes you had.
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[Technically, Giorno should not be allowed to have it both ways, and yet he finds a way.]
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[He wrinkles his nose a little.]
You did like it, right? What we did. I should have practiced more, I think, but it sounded pretty good. Fugo didn't let me get lost on the tempo.
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Of course I liked it. You played from the heart, and that's what matters more than anything else.
[Which is not a lie. Giorno seemed to have fun with it, and so did Fugo. So even if it wasn't a technical masterpiece, the fact that they enjoyed doing it together means more to Bruno than anything else because in the end, that's what they were really sharing with him.]
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[The corners of his mouth twitch, nearly-almost-kind-of a smile. He leans his head against Bruno's arm.]
It's okay, you know. You can laugh at me. I'd like it if you laughed on your birthday.
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I wouldn't laugh at you, Giorno, but I think I've had a lot of reasons to laugh and smile this year.