[His ears perk up as he listens to the commotion among the trees, taking a moment out of his glaring to peer curiously up into the leaves but he sees nothing interesting. So he refocuses back on Giorno and putting distance between them the moment he lets go.
Without thinking he rubs at the base of one of his horns when a stray leaf tickles his hair. If Giorno expected gratitude he will be extremely disappointed.]
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Without thinking he rubs at the base of one of his horns when a stray leaf tickles his hair. If Giorno expected gratitude he will be extremely disappointed.]
I didn't need your help.