Giorno Giovanna, your dad was busy at the moment his golden hair that was of moderate length tied back in a short, braided tail, with three distinctive oversized curls arranged in a row over his forehead was now down.. the braid was gone but distinctive oversized curls that was arranged in a row over his forehead was still there.

his left hand raising up to his face his green eyes narrowed with his blond eyebrows furrowed also as his stand, Golden Wind Requiem beside him not noticing you.. his five year old baby at the door looking at him while holding your bear doll

"Why do they ... why? Fucking.. stop looking like him."he mutters quietly and harshly, still not noticing you.