giorno takes no prisoners, something narancia has always found deeply entertaining. even when he is on the receiving end of that skeptical scrutiny, narancia feigns a bit of innocence, wide violet eyes blinking right back at giorno.
“me? don’tcha know i’m just a natural at video games?” fat lie. he doesn’t uphold it for long, though, the telling waggle of his brows and impishly melting gaze setting into narancia’s expression. he goes on, almost sing-song, “never said i didn’t suck. what matters is that i’m good now, so i got braggin’ rights!”
rights he will have to prove, too, if he is so determined to make good on them. that won’t be a problem. if there is one thing he has learned from buccellati it is this: talk biggest after acting on it. of course, he has taken countless other lessons from buccellati. shockingly enough, the trick to beating this level is one of them.
with the help welcomed, narancia leans over and eases his left thumb over giorno’s. the other thumb reaches around his shoulders, settling over the buttons of the right side’s interface. there is a trained mash of controls before narancia pirouettes through the first half of the level, slowing once he reaches that latest bane of giorno’s life.
“’kay, so it’s gonna be way easier if you charge this attack here,” he nods down at the analog stick, where he guides giorno’s thumb. “tap x, then y, but y’gotta watch out for…”
he continues advising giorno intently, instructions precise with no shortage of clarity. narancia does not get many opportunities to do the teaching, though they will find that is not from any lack of ability. he intuitively measures giorno’s proficiency and proceeds accordingly, not too fast and not too slow. soon enough narancia tilts his head to glance at him, “—got it? try that on the next one. you can do it!”
they say patience is a virtue, and if there’s something giorno has, it’s that; he stares at narancia with unrelentingly calm eyes until the expression on the other’s face makes the teasing grin on his own shift into a proper, almost amused smile — he’s willing to give him that, at least: narancia is clearly good at something giorno is not. enough for him to have earned those bragging rights.
he glances back briefly as narancia’s arms all but envelop him, momentarily overwhelmed by the close proximity he himself allowed. it’s nothing to worry — soon his eyes shift back onto the screen and how narancia runs through the rest of the level with practiced fingers, guiding giorno’s thumb with his own with ease.
the explanation does little to help, truthfully, but giorno is loath to admit that when his friend’s explanation is as clear as it could get. perhaps he’s not made to play video games the way the rest of them do, with their brows furrowed in concentration and a natural predisposition to it. perhaps it’s just a game and it’s not meant to be taken seriously, but hell, he’s determined to get through at least this one on his own. giorno finds himself nodding along, committing the quick smash of buttons and the soft press of narancia’s thumb on his own to memory. if strategy won’t help him, then that will do.
a last nod and giorno leans back as well, the small smile back on his face. he quirks an eyebrow — coming from anyone else, the enthusiasm would feel almost mocking and out of place, but it’s narancia, so giorno believes it. looking back at the screen, his resolve comes back tenfold. “ you are good at this... ” he hums, shaking his hands the slightest bit to move narancia's fingers out of the way.
with that done, he purposefully lets the character die to restart the level, though a brief pause follows before he presses the start button. “ ...do you want to bet? ”
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