“You’re…probably right…” Giorno tittered. This happened every so often since he’d ingested the poison—he got all giggly for a few minutes. It was like the best part of drinking.
Oh, that was right. He could do that again now, couldn’t he? If he had a tail it would have begun wagging.
“Ah…can you help me to my bed? I can’t really feel my legs.”
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Date: 2025-01-05 07:15 am (UTC)Oh, that was right. He could do that again now, couldn’t he? If he had a tail it would have begun wagging.
“Ah…can you help me to my bed? I can’t really feel my legs.”