The first time Giorno saw Mista completely shirtless (it was a healing session) he noticed that mista wore a crucifix around his neck under his cashmere top. It has a tiny golden fixture of Jesus nailed to it. It was thin chained but looked very expensive and vintage. Giorno asked about it and learned that Mista is actually very Catholic. Giorno himself is agnostic at best, but he found it endeering, albeit a little contradictory given his chosen line of work, that Mista was such a man of faith. He said that he prayed for his and the gang’s safety and repented for his sins as often as he could. Once when he was the closest he’s ever been to death, Mista told Giorno that he saw him as God’s small gift to him. A guardian angel of sorts in mortal flesh. Giorno took that as a bitter sweet moment to be sang praises. “I’m no angel you fool...” he said quietly as he did his best to fix what he could as fast as he could.
It does worry Giorno that Guido is very often put on the chopping block for his sake. It all got worse once he became the Don and Guido his underboss. Giorno still fixes him up just like the good ole days. “Believe it or not, I didn’t get shot as often as I did until I met you.” He chuckled which made blood gush out of an open wound in his stomach. He cringed and so did Giorno. “Are you saying I’m bad luck for you? I thought I was your angel.” Giorno teased to cover up his nervousness as he continued working on him. “You are my angel. But shit, sometimes you’re also my devil. You make me stupid on the battlefield or something.” Giorno laughs at that one outright. “I do no such thing, Guido. Take accountability.” Guido is just dazed as he says “Yeah” and nothing more.
Giorno is the strongest person in all of Italy as far as he knows. There is no mortal man, stand user or not, that is a match for him. And yet, he feels antsy if Guido isn’t by his side to back him up. He feels a sense of vulnerability and he loathes that feeling. He would never say this out loud to anyone. He simply continues to assume the perfect picture of confidence even if he feels he’s lacking it at that moment.
Giorno’s stand can take simple commands from Guido at times. If he calls on GE it will sometimes respond, non verbally, just an acknowledgement in his general direction or to complete very simple tasks. Same with Guido’s Sex Pistols. #5 in particular often appears for Giorno. He loves to interact with Giorno, even though Mista isn’t too fond of that. His stands have a habit of shaming and embarassing him at random moments. Giorno finds it peculiar. “Guido, are you self hating?” He asks outright to which Mista claims “No! I love me! They just... well they are me but I don’t know why they drag me like that sometimes! They’re like my intrusive thoughts but manifested or some shit instead at times!” Giorno thinks this is odd but also prime entertainment.
Giorno likes Mista’s black, curly hair a lot. “You know, my hair used to be black when I was younger, though not curly...” This takes Mista for a surprise. “What? You’re not a natural blond?? And that’s a perm??” He asks but Giorno shakes his head. “No, I woke up one day and my hair was just blond and curly. Do you ever see me dye my hair? Do you ever see my roots come in black?” He says to which Guido just stares on in confusion but quickly shakes it off with a “I’m just now realizing that I’ve known you for a few years now but.. Dude I really don’t know you.”
Giorno is a fiend for chocolate and Mista often wonders where he puts it. Giorno’s body remains to this day just lean muscle. If Guido ate the way that Giorno tended to eat, he could kiss his abs goodbye and say hello to an even bigger ass while he was at it. Giorno never seemed to have a cavity. He never seemed to be on the brink of diabetes. He asked about it to which Giorno simply said “Easy. I have a fast metabolism and I make sure to stay healthy by working out. I brush my teeth 2 to 3 times a days as well.” Guido nodded. That seemed plausible— “Multiple teeth have rotted from my mouth as it was eroded by sugar. I’ve replaced them easily thanks to my stand. I’m sure if my A1C got higher than what it is, I would figure out a way to reverse that with Gold Experience.” Guido gave a judgmental stare to which Giorno ignored in favor of focusing on his gelato.
“Why do most of your tops have your midsection out? Abs are a huge part of your aesthetic I see.” Trish said to Guido who was leaned against a wall texting. He paused to give her a lazy once over before grinning. “The tits out look you have going is also a statement. Who you got your honkers out for?” He said, which caught her off guard. “I— Well for myself of course!” Trish retaliated to which Guido replied “Ditto.” and resumed texting. He sent a picture of his outfit of the day to Giorno, abs on display with a caption “can u believe trish in here complainin about me having my abs out? 😭😂” who responded quickly with a “in dis house we respekk thots! keep itup Mis! 😤💯 🔥” to which Guido just stares in silent disbelief. A second text follows quickly. “My apologies, that was Narancia’s doing. But the sentiments remain the same regardless. xx” Guido smiles. Giorno likes his abs and wants to keep seeing them! Guido immediately frowns. Did he just agree with Narancia calling him a thot?
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