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knock knock knock!
A soft knock at the door pulled giorno out of his sleep. He got up to go see what it was. He opened the door to Bruno holding a breakfast sandwich and orange juice. "Good morning dear, wake up it's time!", He said in a whisper voice. Giorno rubbed his face with a low whine. Bruno walked into the room to set down the morning breakfast on his bedside table. He sat down on the disarrayed bed to comfort the sleepy blond who curled himself back in the warm sheets.
He smiled softly to him, "Come on dear. Get up, it's time for the special day!!!"
He got up to hug bruno in a tired way, "But why today?"
"Because, like any other day. Being a boss requires you to do things you don't wanna do... Even if that includes going to the wedding of your assassin's....", He said rubbing his back in a circular motion. Giorno groaned disengaging the huh to go find some suitable clothes to wear. Bruno watched him as he got up to fix his bed.
Giorno decided on a hot shower to wake him up a little. When he entered the bathroom he looked at this reflection to see the true Giorno Giovanna behind all that makeup and bold clothing. A tired eighteen year old with baggy eyes, curly messy hair, and a skinny body... Wayyy too skinny to begin with. He hadn't really been eating like he was supposed to, so he casually eats when he's around others but slips or throws the food out. Sometimes he'll eat a full meal, but because he hadn't eaten in so long or his stomach doesn't agree with what he eats, he'll throw it up out of sight of others... It was mind blowing how he would never get caught, but it wasn't an easy task when you're constantly bombarded or his room gets busted into by one of the body guards. If they even here the slightest peep, their on the noise like dogs. He would shoo them away and tell the that he was fine and everything was okay. But, when you have mascara running down your face like a water hill, nothing makes you look fine or okay. Yet, they never question him or ask. They leave him alone to his devices.
The shower was blazing hot, yet he couldn't feel any of it. He felt so numb to it, the pain didn't set in until he was trying to wash his body with a rag. It burned a bit as he lathered in soap and washed it all back off. He felt so stiff when he got out, like his skin was tightening on him as if he were a giant latex glove. He grabbed his towel to dry off. Bruno knocked on the door, "Hey GioGio, I have an outfit I think you'd love to wear! It's very cheque and pretty."
Giorno looked at he door tiredly. His stand started to form Infront of it, Giorno jolted. "Golden experience!", He said in a whisper.