"Very well." It was for the best. Painless or no, it would be disconcerting for anyone to see what he was about to do. Giorno climbed onto the bed to situate himself behind the large man. He put one hand on the back of Joseph's shoulder as his stand's arm phased through his back to reach for his heart.
It always filled him with a quiet sense of confidence when he used his stand--just half a year ago he hadn't known at all what it was capable of. Everything he'd learned, he'd learned by endless trial and error...or matters of life or death. He'd gone from desperately launching an offense against Bucciarati on the train to now--touching someone else's heart without really touching it.
'Stay focused.'
Through Gold Experience's touch, he sensed it clearly--the ring. It was as good as fused with Joseph's aorta. Giorno leaned over to grab a notebook from his nightstand and cracked it open to begin sketching what he felt along with a list of notes that took up three pages within minutes.
When he was done, Gold Experience faded back into himself and he fell to sit on his hip. "...Okay. You're free to move about."
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Date: 2024-11-10 04:55 am (UTC)It always filled him with a quiet sense of confidence when he used his stand--just half a year ago he hadn't known at all what it was capable of. Everything he'd learned, he'd learned by endless trial and error...or matters of life or death. He'd gone from desperately launching an offense against Bucciarati on the train to now--touching someone else's heart without really touching it.
'Stay focused.'
Through Gold Experience's touch, he sensed it clearly--the ring. It was as good as fused with Joseph's aorta. Giorno leaned over to grab a notebook from his nightstand and cracked it open to begin sketching what he felt along with a list of notes that took up three pages within minutes.
When he was done, Gold Experience faded back into himself and he fell to sit on his hip. "...Okay. You're free to move about."