What fears for a boy to have- he's never had that. Never had someone to work off of, or be wary he'd be like. He can't imagine what it must feel like to step the same steps as someone else. To worry if they're larger than yours, to worry if they match- the idea is- displeasing. He's always been fond of being different, being his own. The fear Giorno has, even if he doesn't show fear- he believes it honest. The way he says it-
He'll feel for him for a moment, closing his eyes and glancing up, catching a few sparks as they flutter up from the apex of the campfire.
He had a lot of thoughts about boredom and interest, but it was apparent they didn't share those interests, and that was fine. Hisoka could be interested in them still, and Giorno had yet to actually become boring to him, if a little stale at times. But maybe that was good in the sort of- near professional relationship they had- or should have.
"And you worry for it?" Glancing to him again, gazing through fire before he looks the the stick he's holding in it. Slows it's movement, lets it catch flame finally, lifting the touch close to him and gazing at the engulfed tip.
"You shouldn't. While you may be like him, the things we do with ourselves and what is done to us- it's what makes us who we are. You might be of the same clay, Giorno- but the shape you're to be molded in-" Lifts his other hand, crunching it around the fire with a 'tsss' sound, turning it fast to break that piece of the stick off and then hold that hand up again. Fingers uncurl, hand open, palm up, and fire appears as if- floating in his palm.
"Will appear different entirely from what life has molded Dio into." Blows, putting the small fire out. He chuckles, lifting his chin a little and gives Giorno a bright smile.
"But you knew that already. You don't need me to say it~"
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He'll feel for him for a moment, closing his eyes and glancing up, catching a few sparks as they flutter up from the apex of the campfire.
He had a lot of thoughts about boredom and interest, but it was apparent they didn't share those interests, and that was fine. Hisoka could be interested in them still, and Giorno had yet to actually become boring to him, if a little stale at times. But maybe that was good in the sort of- near professional relationship they had- or should have.
"And you worry for it?" Glancing to him again, gazing through fire before he looks the the stick he's holding in it. Slows it's movement, lets it catch flame finally, lifting the touch close to him and gazing at the engulfed tip.
"You shouldn't. While you may be like him, the things we do with ourselves and what is done to us- it's what makes us who we are. You might be of the same clay, Giorno- but the shape you're to be molded in-" Lifts his other hand, crunching it around the fire with a 'tsss' sound, turning it fast to break that piece of the stick off and then hold that hand up again. Fingers uncurl, hand open, palm up, and fire appears as if- floating in his palm.
"Will appear different entirely from what life has molded Dio into." Blows, putting the small fire out. He chuckles, lifting his chin a little and gives Giorno a bright smile.
"But you knew that already. You don't need me to say it~"