The way that Giorno’s mom didn’t give a fuck sends me. It’s bad enough that you severely neglected him but your cheap ass couldn’t take him to a barber? Shawty and her deadbeat husband literally just a big ass bowl on his massive cranium, cut that shit, and called it a day. Girl look how uneven his shit is. Disgusting, no wonder he got bullied tf.
Mfs gave him like $10 to cut his hair once he got to high school but lil bro was still getting his shit done at Supercuts
Even when he gets Golden Experience and starts getting busy with the car jacking, his hair is still a mess like damn Ms. Shiobana you couldn’t have sat him down and showed him how to brush his hair? He’s 15, he don’t know what tf conditioner is. Your his moms, why tf you weren’t teaching him haircare? Your baby daddy had the excuse of being from Victorian England, his ass ain’t know what germs were. But you’re from the modern age, you know better
If Abbachio would’ve lived, I know he would’ve warmed up to Giorno and showed him how to maintain long hair because ya boy doesn’t know
"babe please! i really wanna do it..."
your boyfriend whines, hands gripping your hips as the two of you cuddle in bed. you merely give him a side glare before clicking your tongue and looking the other way. no way! you didn't want to do that right now!
yes, right now the two of you were cuddling in bed and he was pestering you like the annoying fly he was.
"go and bother someone else."
"i can't! i killed them all!"
god damn it. you forgot that he was also kind of...
a killer.
"well it's not my fault that... that you killed everyone remotely entertaining! maybe you should've kept your hands to yourself!"
"but i don't want anyone else! i just want you! only you..."
you click your tongue, glaring at your boyfriend before huffing. he really was annoying when he was needy. you can't believe this man.
killing people in your name, getting sick whenever you ignored him for his crimes he dubbed 'silly', and more importantly,
his ridiculous requests!
"baby... baby please... you don't understand how much i want to do it. i feel like I'll get physically ill if you don't agree."
"i said it once, and I'll say it again. no."
"baby!"
shooting a glare at your boyfriend, you smack his hands off your hips. damn this man! did he not understand english?!
"no! i said no! what don't you understand about no?!"
your boyfriend pouts, staring at you with his big pathetic eyes before letting out a small whimper.
oh he's pulling this right now?!
"no! don't pull that with me!"
you pause, gulping slightly before you feel your resolve slowly breaking away. damn... damn it!
"please...?"
...
...so that's how your boyfriend got his way to playing with his mini toy cars on your body.
"nyoom..."
the tiny wheels roll on your skin, his breath hot as his eyes focus on the way your skin dips under the tiny car.
meanwhile you could only remain still in annoyance.
ugh! you hate this!
"i swear, I won't give in next time!"
"okay baby... okay..."
"i swear!"
See my vision
Day 445... still no backshots...