I, Giorno Giovanna, am fifteen years old.Around this season, I have a particular domestic affair that is making me blue every December.Many households I'm sure are doing their Christmas preparations in December.Our home is no different.All done! All that's left is the star on top!This is my father (the first).Here, Giorno.This is the source of my December blues."It's better if it's bigger!"So says Father (the first) who purchases a tree taller than his 6'5" frame.This tree is taller than everything we have in the house. Yet Father (the second) is quite tall as well, so we possess no climbing aids in our home.When I was younger, Father couldn't reach the top by himself. So he bestowed the honor of placing the star on top to me (although at the time I do admit that made me elated).But now I've reached this age, this deed is starting to depress me.Even so, I don't want to use my Stand for something so trivial. Perhaps someday I'll graduate to a height to do this by myself and make Father proud.bing-bongOh, who could that be?Ha!Father (the second)Need a hand?STICK!!MY THUMB OUT!INTO YOUR EYE...AND JAB THROUGH!WITH A PUNCH!No thank you.You thought of something extremely rude just now, didn't you.No. Not really.Giorno!
Around this season, I have a particular domestic affair that is making me blue every December.
Many households I'm sure are doing their Christmas preparations in December.
Our home is no different.
All done! All that's left is the star on top!
This is my father (the first).
Here, Giorno.
This is the source of my December blues.
"It's better if it's bigger!"
So says Father (the first) who purchases a tree taller than his 6'5" frame.
This tree is taller than everything we have in the house. Yet Father (the second) is quite tall as well, so we possess no climbing aids in our home.
When I was younger, Father couldn't reach the top by himself. So he bestowed the honor of placing the star on top to me (although at the time I do admit that made me elated).
But now I've reached this age, this deed is starting to depress me.
Even so, I don't want to use my Stand for something so trivial. Perhaps someday I'll graduate to a height to do this by myself and make Father proud.
bing-bong
Oh, who could that be?
Ha!
Father (the second)
Need a hand?
STICK!!
MY THUMB OUT!
INTO YOUR EYE...
AND JAB THROUGH!
WITH A PUNCH!
No thank you.
You thought of something extremely rude just now, didn't you.
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