[Petting the cat, he means. Although really it's not true. Ozymandias looks graceful and beautiful as always, the bastard. Huffing, Giorno slaps Ozymandias's hands away from his hair.]
Stop, you're making it worse! Leave it. [Give him a second while he commits his weird wizardry to make himself look halfway decent again. It's not a fresh-out-of-the-cloud-of-hairspray look by any means, but it also doesn't look like it was recently attacked, so that's a plus.]
[Once he's reasonably satisfied, he flops down on the carpet with a petulant glare and sips his hot chocolate.]
I didn't come here for you to attack me and disparate my gifts, you know. [Sssssssssip.]
[Ozymandias crinkles his nose in mild displeasure at being made to stop helping, but he is not about to sulk over it. He is, after all, an adult by several thousands of years. So, he allows Giorno to take care of his own hair, picking his hot chocolate back up and busying himself with petting the sphinx in his lap.]
[It seems this cat tree is still not going to be completed any time soon due to numerous interruptions from the sphinx it is intended for.]
And I did not invite you here to assault my person numerous times. [Kid smudges his eyeliner, smacks his hands... But setting all that aside, Ozymandias only takes one more sip of his hot chocolate before setting it aside once more. Ozymandias' mood overall does not fade, but his humor does as he levels Giorno with a far more serious look. The matter they are to be discussing is not a light one. And though Giorno may privately accuse Ozymandias of infuriatingly eternal beauty, it is his regality that is perhaps even more long-lasting and ubiquitous in his demeanor. Even while seated on the floor with a cat in his lap.] Ask your questions then.
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You look like a supervillain.
[Petting the cat, he means. Although really it's not true. Ozymandias looks graceful and beautiful as always, the bastard. Huffing, Giorno slaps Ozymandias's hands away from his hair.]
Stop, you're making it worse! Leave it. [Give him a second while he commits his weird wizardry to make himself look halfway decent again. It's not a fresh-out-of-the-cloud-of-hairspray look by any means, but it also doesn't look like it was recently attacked, so that's a plus.]
[Once he's reasonably satisfied, he flops down on the carpet with a petulant glare and sips his hot chocolate.]
I didn't come here for you to attack me and disparate my gifts, you know. [Sssssssssip.]
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[It seems this cat tree is still not going to be completed any time soon due to numerous interruptions from the sphinx it is intended for.]
And I did not invite you here to assault my person numerous times. [Kid smudges his eyeliner, smacks his hands... But setting all that aside, Ozymandias only takes one more sip of his hot chocolate before setting it aside once more. Ozymandias' mood overall does not fade, but his humor does as he levels Giorno with a far more serious look. The matter they are to be discussing is not a light one. And though Giorno may privately accuse Ozymandias of infuriatingly eternal beauty, it is his regality that is perhaps even more long-lasting and ubiquitous in his demeanor. Even while seated on the floor with a cat in his lap.] Ask your questions then.