Juli had a great warmth but she wasn’t a touchy feely person. Perhaps it was shyness or a respect for peoples boundaries, but this was the first time she was touching him of her own accord and Giorno couldn’t be upset about it despite the embarrassment that brought it on.
“Thanks,” he began, plucking one of the smaller flowers that was leaning into his side. He hoped she wouldn’t hold it against him when he tucked it beside that strand of hair she liked to fiddle with above her ear. “But it’s lovelier against your dark hair.”
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Date: 2024-11-28 05:05 pm (UTC)“Thanks,” he began, plucking one of the smaller flowers that was leaning into his side. He hoped she wouldn’t hold it against him when he tucked it beside that strand of hair she liked to fiddle with above her ear. “But it’s lovelier against your dark hair.”