[There's the infinitesimal narrowing of his eyes when the Edward averts his gaze from him, the stifled signs of amusement vaguely discernible despite his efforts. Does this guy think he's funny...
...but then the answer comes, and Giovanni feels mild surprise like a snapped stem, even as something somewhere quietly ripples in him, the pant and scrabble of the thing in his Spine. He keeps himself meticulously neat and clean, when he isn't covered in blood. And yet, and yet--]
You're telling me I smell like dog.
[And suddenly, he wants to laugh. Of course he does.]
this is very true
...but then the answer comes, and Giovanni feels mild surprise like a snapped stem, even as something somewhere quietly ripples in him, the pant and scrabble of the thing in his Spine. He keeps himself meticulously neat and clean, when he isn't covered in blood. And yet, and yet--]
You're telling me I smell like dog.
[And suddenly, he wants to laugh. Of course he does.]