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Blood Ties
Giorno had saved his business for the council meeting that evening for last. Everything had gone more or less now he’d expected after that.
Chilchuck had questions. While he didn’t raise an objection of any kind, he had spent the rest of the meeting watching Giorno’s face.
Zelda had questions but they were all centered around the technicalities and how she could assist.
Evandor kept it simple, as always. “Giorno has never lead anyone astray.” He said nothing more.
And Juli…she was supportive but he knew she had questions of her own. He offered to walk the scenic route with her back to her room.
“We may not see each other much over the next week.” There was an apology and a lament in there.
Chilchuck had questions. While he didn’t raise an objection of any kind, he had spent the rest of the meeting watching Giorno’s face.
Zelda had questions but they were all centered around the technicalities and how she could assist.
Evandor kept it simple, as always. “Giorno has never lead anyone astray.” He said nothing more.
And Juli…she was supportive but he knew she had questions of her own. He offered to walk the scenic route with her back to her room.
“We may not see each other much over the next week.” There was an apology and a lament in there.
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Giorno quickly stripped off his own shirt. He touched his own — in the exact same place, the exact same hue darkening the skin, the exact same size relative to Giorno’s smaller frame.
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"What?!" Joseph slapped his cheeks in utter shock.
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He didn’t look like his father, not even slightly. Even if all he had of him was a photo, his features were etched into his mind. But the visceral familiarity he shared with the person in front of him was beyond denial or doubt.
“Mister Joestar…when were you born?”
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"So you're my... grandson?!"
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“I suppose…that’s one possibility…”
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"We will have to make up for last time, then!" Joseph clapped a hand on Giorno's shoulder.
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“…How can you be so sure about this?”
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When they returned to his room, Giorno was...well, he wouldn't go so far as to say he was relaxed but he did feel a bit more rejuvenated.
There no was no sign of Croccante waiting at his door. It figured. She would only deign to visit if she knew Juli was somewhere close. He couldn't fault her preferences.
"The bath was a good idea," he conceded.
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“Please, take a seat. We’ll begin the examination.”
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“It might be a little strange but it won’t hurt. I promise.” Gold Experience manifested from his body and began to reach for Joseph’s chest before pausing. “Would you prefer I do this from behind?”
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