It's not-- [just you, he means, except it gets lost in another peal of laughter because Giorno's so peeved and that just makes it so much worse. The laughter bubbles out of him and he can barely keep himself upright, until Giorno's hand is on his tie and he's abruptly pulled up and forward and it's sort of a wonder that their foreheads don't clonk together.
Giorno is so close again and he's all sharpness under his softness, incredibly dangerous despite his kiss-smudged lip gloss. The contrast takes his breath away, or at least holds it tight in his chest for a moment until he remembers to push the old air out and pull in the new. It's very hard in moments like this, but he has to remember to keep breathing.]
Ethics, [he finally admits, voice still colored with the promise of laughter. In his effort to resist laughing again or to close the tiny distance between them with their unlucky fourth kiss, he pulls his lower lip between his teeth and tangles his fingers in the fabric of Giorno's jacket before bravely forging on:] I wanted to make you laugh about the ethics of policymakers buying and selling kisses, because it's sort of like money laundering because I work for you. But you surprised me, so I missed my chance.
[Very seriously:] So don't bully me.
[He knows he won't be able to fight back, at all, not when they're face-to-face and he's already so happy. He would probably just fall over and be unable to move for the rest of the afternoon.]
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Giorno is so close again and he's all sharpness under his softness, incredibly dangerous despite his kiss-smudged lip gloss. The contrast takes his breath away, or at least holds it tight in his chest for a moment until he remembers to push the old air out and pull in the new. It's very hard in moments like this, but he has to remember to keep breathing.]
Ethics, [he finally admits, voice still colored with the promise of laughter. In his effort to resist laughing again or to close the tiny distance between them with their unlucky fourth kiss, he pulls his lower lip between his teeth and tangles his fingers in the fabric of Giorno's jacket before bravely forging on:] I wanted to make you laugh about the ethics of policymakers buying and selling kisses, because it's sort of like money laundering because I work for you. But you surprised me, so I missed my chance.
[Very seriously:] So don't bully me.
[He knows he won't be able to fight back, at all, not when they're face-to-face and he's already so happy. He would probably just fall over and be unable to move for the rest of the afternoon.]