[Thanks for forgetting about him, grandson! He waves Tsuna off, pushing himself up. He wasn't that badly hurt, though Natsu had scratched his hands and his lower arms when he had scrambled away.
Brushing himself off, he casts a glance where Natsu had gone, before turning to look at who had fallen on them. A boy, who looked far more injured than either of them, who was also curiously staring at Giotto like he had seen a ghost.
Maybe he was dazed.]
Are you all right? You're bleeding and you took quite a tumble there.
[Of course, no recognition whatsoever from Giotto. Though it seemed that Tsuna at least knew him from somewhere.] Is he a friend of yours, bambino?
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Brushing himself off, he casts a glance where Natsu had gone, before turning to look at who had fallen on them. A boy, who looked far more injured than either of them, who was also curiously staring at Giotto like he had seen a ghost.
Maybe he was dazed.]
Are you all right? You're bleeding and you took quite a tumble there.
[Of course, no recognition whatsoever from Giotto. Though it seemed that Tsuna at least knew him from somewhere.] Is he a friend of yours, bambino?