Giorno was checking his nails while you skimmed through his portfolio. You two were sat on his couch in his apartment, the honey-like hue of the morning sun shining through the curtains. He had shown some interest in auditioning for a part in some mega popular Italian soap opera, so he wanted your opinion on his portfolio.

You kept your gaze on one specific photo of Giorno until he sat up straight and spoke.

"So?" he asked, eyebrow raised as an eager smile formed on his lips.

"What d'you think?"