![]() “You’re not gonna tell Trish about this, right?”Ī pained wheeze had both Giorno and Bucciarati hurrying to Abbacchio’s side. The way Giorno’s lips turned up at the corners as he healed the wound did nothing to alleviate his embarrassment. Mista counted himself lucky that his leg had gotten away with only a graze far worse was the blow to his pride from getting tagged by his own crossbow bolt, and if anyone asked, this was not the second time it had happened.
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