[ maybe. maybe. giorno smiles easily, slipping his hands into his pockets as they walk. ]
Very much so.
[ westerly is never truly empty of people, whether it be daytime or nighttime, and that's perfectly fine for giorno. the hustle and bustle of the city, its viciousness, the way it swallows up its citizens and spits them out in its own form - he admires it, he loves it. it's different from the way the RAC moves and conducts its business, although he has a certain appreciation for that too.
the key is walking like you've always belonged here, and that's not hard for giorno. after all, he grew up in this place too. as much as he'd like to just focus on his dreams, a part of him still remembers the part of westerley he grew up in before he and dio ran away. ]
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Very much so.
[ westerly is never truly empty of people, whether it be daytime or nighttime, and that's perfectly fine for giorno. the hustle and bustle of the city, its viciousness, the way it swallows up its citizens and spits them out in its own form - he admires it, he loves it. it's different from the way the RAC moves and conducts its business, although he has a certain appreciation for that too.
the key is walking like you've always belonged here, and that's not hard for giorno. after all, he grew up in this place too. as much as he'd like to just focus on his dreams, a part of him still remembers the part of westerley he grew up in before he and dio ran away. ]