Giorno settled on pouring them both some water—even if he was peckish he didn’t care to eat in front of her. And as much as Criff wouldn’t have been his own first choice of company he understood their unique bond.

Having someone from the same world as you around…it wasn’t as if he hadn’t wished for the same thing many times now.

“Ah,” Giorno blinked as he handed the glass off to her, “hold on, I think Croccante is waiting at the door…”

He walked over and opened the door, expecting a white kitten—which he did find—but attached to her…