[Tsuna thinks for sure that the sound of Giotto's voice alone is making his blood pressure spike, it's that smooth tone that's making his heart race, and he's having trouble listening to the words.
You can shut the journal, if you wish. And I will never talk to you again.
The sound of his panicked breathing can be heard before he just does that, slamming the journal shut and tossing it across his room. It smacks soundly against the wall and falls to the ground.
He stares at it for a moment, shaking, before he quickly goes to put on his winter clothes, because he needs to get outside even if it is cold, needs the chilly air to clear his mind because he's just had a little too much pressure in the past couple of days, and he won't be able to handle it otherwise.
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You can shut the journal, if you wish. And I will never talk to you again.
The sound of his panicked breathing can be heard before he just does that, slamming the journal shut and tossing it across his room. It smacks soundly against the wall and falls to the ground.
He stares at it for a moment, shaking, before he quickly goes to put on his winter clothes, because he needs to get outside even if it is cold, needs the chilly air to clear his mind because he's just had a little too much pressure in the past couple of days, and he won't be able to handle it otherwise.
...he'll get back to Giotto.
Maybe.]