Cont. w/ @vclarevia || ✽
Giorno has half the mind to reach forward and press the back of his hand to Narancia’s forehead, a bloom of ( albeit slight ) concern flowering. He withholds the urge, however, not wanting to come off too... mother hen-y.
❝ Well, you definitely look the part. Do you want medicine? I’m sure I can find someone whose selling some. ❞













