[ What a romantic, Giorno.. but it's okay, Ange secretly likes that overly sappy stuff. She's just too embarassed to admit it, but she can't hide her own happiness right now so it's pretty obvious to see she does like it in the end. Especially since she picks up the bouquet, holding it in her arms to look down at it for a few moments before looking back at him, her expression a mixture of that happiness and the embarassment. ]
They're pretty. [ It's a little awkward, as if she doesn't know how to really say it better or what else to say.. she's never gotten flowers before. ] .. Thank you.
[ She stands up only halfway, as if she could fall back any moment, but it's so she can reach him since he's still standing there. She grabs a hold of him by grabbing the front fabric of his clothes, using the fact that she's basically leaning off him to lift herself up and press her lips against his once more, closing her eyes for the brief moment it happens. It's her extended "thank you", probably, since she knows it says more than any of her embarassed words could say.
And she can use the force of her falling back down again to pull him on the bed that way too, since she's still holding onto his clothes. ]
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They're pretty. [ It's a little awkward, as if she doesn't know how to really say it better or what else to say.. she's never gotten flowers before. ] .. Thank you.
[ She stands up only halfway, as if she could fall back any moment, but it's so she can reach him since he's still standing there. She grabs a hold of him by grabbing the front fabric of his clothes, using the fact that she's basically leaning off him to lift herself up and press her lips against his once more, closing her eyes for the brief moment it happens. It's her extended "thank you", probably, since she knows it says more than any of her embarassed words could say.
And she can use the force of her falling back down again to pull him on the bed that way too, since she's still holding onto his clothes. ]