[Pucci does not pull away or acknowledge the fact that he is, frankly, being completely uncalled for. He has already accepted that this must be like the other children. That Giorno is an existence that cannot harm him, instead something that could only strengthen him. All that could be going through his head is delight.
The others he had met were trash. Plain and simple. Swine that did not deserve the blessing to be fathered by Dio but would serve their purpose in assisting him. He could detest them but he could not hate them for that. But this boy was immaculate. So like his dear friend that even without the pull of recognition he would have known. On this he would bet his life.
Nothing about his stare is subtle. Pucci traces the finer features of Giorno's face. Takes in the color of his hair. He even had a brain in his pretty head, unlike the others.]
Smart boy. Yes, I am referring to fate. Do you know who you really are?
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The others he had met were trash. Plain and simple. Swine that did not deserve the blessing to be fathered by Dio but would serve their purpose in assisting him. He could detest them but he could not hate them for that. But this boy was immaculate. So like his dear friend that even without the pull of recognition he would have known. On this he would bet his life.
Nothing about his stare is subtle. Pucci traces the finer features of Giorno's face. Takes in the color of his hair. He even had a brain in his pretty head, unlike the others.]
Smart boy. Yes, I am referring to fate. Do you know who you really are?