#also dw risotto giorno will say thank u he's just embarrassed rn

[godborn]

💪 + risotto throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes because there's been an assassination attempt, the situation has gotten ridiculously crazy, it's life or death. do not argue with him giorno giovanna.

          source :   prompted   /   status :   selectively accepting .

it’s a weekly occurrence at this point ,   &   giorno cannot say with any extent of   honesty   that he hadn’t expected as much .   regardless ,   where expectation   &   fruition overlap is uncharted territory ,   &   even with   every possible precaution   aligned   &   threaded neatly into place ,   the attempts at his life can only be circumvented   as they unfold .   rarely does he receive word of the   conspiracies to kill   prior to their mobilization   ━━━━   most   of his adversaries are smarter than loosening their lips around the wrong people   ━━━━   which renders giorno unable to rely on the   fruits of the grapevine   to guard the target on his back .   notwithstanding his possession of a stand that will defy the known limitations of the universe to prevent his demise ,   he cannot afford to   get too comfortable ;   it’s simply not in his nature ,   &   beyond that ,   he has too much to protect to ever allow himself to grow   idle . 

    all this considered ,   giorno does not so much as   startle   when chaos suddenly ripples through the crowd in seismic waves .   the frightened cries of tourists   &   natives alike tear through the tranquil air ,   trampling feet   thundering through the piazza   as if he’s suddenly found himself at the epicenter of a   wild stampede   fleeing a pack of hungry lionesses .   before he can point a perplexed ,   but placid face toward the source of the unrest ;   a series of bullets fired in his vicinity   (   to his immediate left ,   he notes   four smoking holes   burrowed into the barriers guarding the basin of   la fontana della barcaccia ,   &   entertains a passing thought regarding the conniption that would overtake mista if he had seen   ) ,   giorno’s countenance displays a perceivable emotion for the   first time   throughout this entire incident as it goes round with surprise upon his suddenly being lifted into the air as if he weighs but a   single kilogram .

      instinctively ,   giorno’s hands claw at risotto’s coat ,   for the speed at which he   bolts   through the piazza must rival the flight of a   diving falcon ,   &   he would rather not be thrown to the stone path   &   crushed   under the weight of panicking civilians .   i didn’t know he could run this fast   [   . . .   ]   comes a fleeting thought ,   evaporating as quickly as it had appeared .   come to think of it ,   i don’t think i’ve ever seen him   run   at all .   

      golden tresses spill into his vision ,   &   one hand unclasps from risotto’s back to sweep away the obstruction ,   piercing aquamarines   attempting to survey the scene he’s being   whisked away from .   mista had stayed behind ,   likely to   eliminate the threat   ━━━━   &   as more shots ring through the air   &   the determined voices of   the pistols   rise above the panic ,   giorno considers this proof toward his hypothesis .   a certain sense of stability about him now ,   he stays perfectly still in risotto’s hold ,   though the   faintest trace   of annoyance graces his mild features at the   lack of dignity   provided by this method of retreat .

      “   where exactly are we going ??   ”   giorno asks ,   raising his voice above the sounds of the   heightening maelstrom .   “   &   do you honestly have to carry me   like this   the entire way ??   ”