#gio no

"Oh, really? My prize for winning is this tremendous amount of money? But I can turn anything into gold, this can't be useful to m-

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          “  i  need  you  to  be  honest  with  me  .  ”  he  begins  ,  head  turning  to  the  side  so  he  could  meet  her  eyes  .  “  if  i  started  giving  people  surveys  about  what  they  think  about  my  dick  game  after  we  hookup  ,  do  you  think  they’d  think  that  i’m  crazy  ?  ”  eyebrows  raise  ,  bringing  a  hand  up  ,  “  look  ,  i  know  that  sounds  insane  .  but  i  don’t  remember  half  of  them  and  i  feel  like  i  need  to  start  keeping  track  .  and  ,  y’know  ,  maybe  i’d  be  able  to  improve  myself  if  i  do  it  via  survey  .  i  think  it’s  charitable  of  me  ,  honestly  .  ”

Hands? He can make those.

"You know what? I'll bet Gio can punch that massive monster truck back to the ocean in goldform."

TRY TO BREAK MY MUSE IN FIVE WORDS OR LESS.

He looks up to the sender, brows furrowed. Was.... was this supposed to break him? He frowns, unable to tolerate such an accusation towards not just someone so dear to him, but to make one of that nature while missing who are the real monsters.

"...... You don't know what monsters really are, do you? A giant beast just minding her own business? Making her own food, playing with her own animal companions, living alone in a woods away from people who slay others like her for the perceived danger they bring? Are you threatened by the sun shining through her hair? Or the flowers that tenderly lay in her hands? Are you terrified of her smile? Her kind heart? Do you find comfort in the notion of being scared for your life every waking moment? Do you believe going to bed rolling and tossing to the idea of someone breaking in to kill you in your sleep cozy? To be judged for something you didn't do?"

There is a shimmer on his skin. The smell of metal. Gold. Giovanni lowers his face as to cover it. Skulls may not be inherently scary... but the mask serves another purpose besides terrifying the ignorant, weak, and the cowardly. It guards. It hides. It disguises. And at the same time... shows a morbid truth:

"I am bottomless hunger and insatiable desire. I am miserliness, cupidity, and avarice. I am the driver of blood for coin. What thieves hide in the shadows for. What kings and lords starve their people over. What power that tears nations apart. The taker of your childhood and home. The devourer of your wants and needs.