there was little for giorno to feign here, the dark corners of the building vacant and empty. any and all proof of a previous battle had long been taken care of, a concern of appearances more pressing as blood stained clothes ā-- soaking into fabric, smearing over skin and drenching hair. it made it difficult to discern whether or not any wounds were still present. careful inspection had determined they were both practically unscathed; a miracle in giornoās eyes. while by now his confidence in brunoās abilities had returned, the surge of panic which gripped his chest whenever he thought an enemy had struck him couldnāt be helped. fear-induced adrenaline had begun to wear off, giornoās rationale no longer tainted by post-traumatic instincts.
gold experienceās gentle touch retracted from brunoās form, healing the scrapes and scratches, hovering behind him despite the distance between it and its user. under ordinary circumstances it would return, but ā¦ it hadnāt. a representation of the subconscious found itself more drawn towards @henkou, its closeness betraying giornoās concerns ā-- deciding to take another look, its eyeless gaze suddenly turning to face bruno. it was as if it were trying to communicate, telling him what giorno couldnāt : please donāt stray too far. giorno found himself almost embarrassed by this ordeal. ā ah ā-- i hope you donāt mind its curiosity. itās ... never quite done that before. ā
